Start your story with someone sitting on a crowded train and end it with them looking out over beautiful natural scenery.
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“That Which Blooms Forever” by Aaron Caicedo
“Mommy, I’m tired,” the child whined. The mother sighed and glanced at her daughter before turning her attention back to her newspaper. “I know, sweetie. We’re almost there.” The girl groaned and petulantly laid back in her seat, carelessly propping her feet on the seat in front of her; the man sitting there irritably huffed, and ruffled his newspaper loudly and purposefully, but did nothing else to deter her. Glen could tell the man wasn’t keen on confrontation, even with someone one-sixth his size. Neither was Gl...
“Staring at a Stranger” by Writer Maniac
Kavya was staring at him again. The familiar aroma of tea and samosas, coupled with the stench of urine made up the entirety of her nasal journey. But she wasn’t concerned. After all, her visual journey was of much more interest to her. He sat in front of her as he had always done, his head leaning back and black hair covering his forehead, mouth slightly open, hands on his knees, buds i...
“Grandma” by LORITHA CR
GrandmaYet another busy day to get ready for the office. In a hurry, I checked again if I had locked the door. Will I get the cab, will I reach the office on time...? Did I switch off gas...? I haven’t yet read the last mail... Will my daughter like lunch today...? Will my husband’s presentation be liked by his managers..., Should I take the elevator or the stairs, My thoughts were endless. Sometimes I am amused how my brain can manage so many things? I rechecked if I had...
“Freaks” by Ari Berri
ROW’S POV: “Shadow, sit down!” Stretch says. Shadow sticks his tongue out at her, laughing, before jogging down to the end of the train to where Chill is. Stretch’s arm shoots out, elongating in the air, and they grab the back of their boyfriend’s shirt before dragging him back to his seat. Soar, who is sitting by me, sighs, spinning her dagger on the seat. W...
“White Light” by Daniel R. Hayes
I board the commuter train with heartfelt tears in my eyes. The taste of my husband’s salty lips still in my mouth, and the whiff of cherry blossom still in my nose from my daughter’s favorite lotion. It breaks my heart to say goodbye to them. I’m shaken to my very core as my heart aches with sadness. I must leave Boston for a very important business meeting in Cape Cod. Come back soon mommy - ...
“One Last Time” by Kylie Wallis
Marcella Harvey sat on a bench at Holbrook Park Station, waiting for the train to arrive. She adjusted her glasses and continued reading her book, only glancing up every now and then, to check the time. The train was late, but that didn't bother her much. She was in no hurry to reach her final destination. However, the platform was now becoming rather full and some of the other passengers were getting im...
“Experiencing England” by Amany Sayed
It all started on a train. It sounds both overly cliche and unique at the same time. Really, it didn’t all start on a train, but if we went back to where it all started, we’d go far too back in time, so the train ride in which I was traveling from Manchester to London seems like as good a place as any to begin the story. There are a few things one notices as an American in England.
“atleigh's apocalypse ” by Frances Reine
That day Atleigh nearly squeezed her phone so hard it would’ve molded to her fist’s sweaty interior, the cemetery hills were unearthed by a trillion trillion trillion muddy hands picking off maggots like lint. Atleigh had a trillion one-word texts she never sent even though every previous time was easier once she stalled and recalled that instance side by side with the one at hand. By that point though, it was impossible to send anything once again. &n...
“A Journey to the Past. ” by Shannon Ruane
A Journey to the Past.While she loaded her final box of belongings onto the Tourist Railway train, Andrea could not determine whether her actions were selfish. Many people probably would consider booking two cabins on the most frequently used train during the beginning of summer a significant inconvenience. The train station was renamed 'Tourist Railway' because of the usage rates. Packed with people ready for fantastic adventures, they often brought little or no luggage. Any part of year the trai...
“Lavender Fields ” by Daniella Cressman
Leonard Goldstein looked at people on the crowded train: Some writers, some bankers, some musicians (he could tell from their loud chatter about gigs they yearned to arrive at sooner than later). The woman sitting next to him was deeply immersed in her book and he could barely move, crammed between her and a rotund gentleman who was reading The New Yorker.Had to love public transportation in New York City. He didn’t want to budget for a car and wait in traffic for hours, so this was, indeed, his fat...
“Lavender Memories” by Charli Britton
I glare at the back of yet another person who has pushed their way past me, not even bothering to say “Pardon me.” Manners are so nonexistent these days. “Hey!” I hear a tiny voice cry out, interrupting my train of thought. “Give it back!” “Loreen,” I scold my daughter. “Keep your voice down.” I take the doll from my son’s hands. “Andrew, we don’t take things from our sister, alright?” “Please,” I speak to both of them. “be quiet and play together nicely.” It’s hard enough keeping them i...
“Symbiosis” by Natalie Strawbridge
There are only two types of people on campus that Javier can’t stand: a cappella singers and environmental studies majors.Unfortunately for me, I’m both. Is that a form of irony? I wouldn’t know; I’m not an English major.Javier and I met on a train last spring. It was packed, and I dragged my way-too-full suitcase down the aisles, bumping into wayward elbows and ankles. Not my fault people can’t keep their limbs in their seats, but the way they glared at me, you’d think it was. Imagine my relief when th...
“Just Like Nature” by Valerie June
We were packed like sardines in a tin. The putrid smell of urine clouded my nostrils and my eyes watered at the horrible stench of body odor that surrounded me. My calves ached, but I knew if I sat down I would never have the strength to rise again. My neighbors shared the same predicament. Ever since boarding that crowded box car I had never looked in a mirror, but I had a general idea of my appearance by observing the other passengers aboard.It was dark inside the train, but it was still possible to see that their pale faces...
“Keep. Eden. Alive.” by Carlo Sarrosa
The Gardeners, they called us. We were the only ones they trusted to take care of Eden, and I was one of the lucky few to make it all the way here. The application process had been grueling, but now, as I sat in the middle of a crowded train, I couldn’t help but smile. Being a Gardener was the highest level of work: guaranteed riches, guaranteed insurance, and the best medical care Earth had to offer. <...
“For Posterity” by Cathy Magden
London, 1885The overnight train to Glasgow was packed with vacationers, mail workers, and traveling salesmen alike. Families, with their children and their encumbering luggage, had the left half of the carriage. Despite not being part of a family, I landed in their midst—the last seat available. Excited young voices peppered the air with shouts and too many questions to count. By the time of our departure, my preternatural ears begged for a reprieve from the incessant buzz of activity. To my relief, most quieted down aft...
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