family

Try to forget
Setting: California Time: 2:35 pm One day a man named Matthew passed out on a train and his foot was still on the GO pedal. He passed out because yesterday he was at a costume party and drank too much. There were four kids on the train tracks. The kids were unaware of the train. The train crept closer and closer then all of the sudden BANG! BOOM! All of the kids died except for one kid. The kid who survived called the police.
By Brandon Lam4 years ago in Fiction
The Choice
The last memory of reality I have is driving across that wretched bridge the night before Christmas. From there, darkness.
By Isabelle Robuck4 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Railway
There’s a cool breeze that wakes me, where my hair touches my forehead. The migrating smell of fresh watered floor caresses my nose, from the rain of the night before. A smell that urges my body to get up, and as I struggle to do so my body aches in pain. I see a bruise up against my thigh, and a couple covering my stomach. I gasp in aspiration “Where am I?”.. was the first thought that came to mind. I try to look in every direction, in hope that I see someone, but no one is around. This is no ordinary place I seem to be in. I can’t see past the window in front of me. The window from what I soon come to realize is inside a train. A train that seems to have been abandoned, and half left restored because the inside doesn't look mistreated. However, as I keep looking around the train keeps moving with no intention of stopping, we keep passing station by station. "Am I the only one here?" I run to pry open the door but all doors are locked, and there is no way out. "Hello! Can anyone hear me! Why Am i here?" I scream. It's early morning, I can see the fog slowly disappearing from the sky. My heart starts racing, and the further we keep going the more the pain I start to feel. The only thing keeping me calm is watching the sunrise. I don’t have any recollection of today, or my past "I don't know who I am". I don’t even remember how I got here. Somehow I faintly remember the abandoned train I seem to be in.
By JCruzz.__4 years ago in Fiction
There's No Stopping Now
Lewis woke up with his head leaning against the frosted window as he had fallen asleep. The nearly barren landscape outside was only made interesting by the rolling hills and mountains off in the distance. Thankfully, the cold window had numbed his headache. He rubbed the rest of the sleep out of his eyes, he sees a mountain exposing a new side like a coy lover giving a playful tease. The sunset behind only makes the sight more picturesque.
By Tom Doetsch4 years ago in Fiction
A life’s journey
Part 1 I could hear the chugging sound of what seemed to be a train on the rail repeating rhythmically. At first I couldn’t place it in my mind,I didn’t know what was happening , but it kept on going endlessly.
By Laura Annese4 years ago in Fiction
Darla's Train
The afternoon sun set low outside the window and perfectly laid across Darla’s face. The rays caused her to squint as she came to. Everything was exactly how she remembered it. The muffled rumble under her feet, the shiny brass rails, and the blurred passing of the countryside all brought her to a place that felt like home.
By Brennan Ward4 years ago in Fiction
Coffee now
The memory of a ghost that would fade away, once the ash that coated her tongue had been brushed away by spearmint reality. This dream in particular felt translucent, a ripple in the water used as a mirror. Too vivid to ever be considered a moment in reality.
By Olive4 years ago in Fiction
The lotus ring
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Fulin Temple was a famous temple in Ba County (now part of Chongqing). One night, two groundskeepers saw Zhu Lei, a woodcutter, running out of the back door of the temple in a panic, so they called Zhu Lei to stop and used a lantern to find that Zhu Lei's clothes and hands had blood stains, so they took Zhu Lei into the temple to check.
By PerrPo4 years ago in Fiction
Reunited With Grandma
The train tracks were very familiar to fifteen year old Tony. She spent most of her time hanging out there and watching the many different trains come and go. It was a safe place for her A place to go when she didn't want to be at home. Which was most of the time nowadays. She knew most of the trains schedules. When they would pull in to the station and when they would leave. She knew which trains were the nicest ad the fastest. She had one favorite because it always went so fast, never stopping at the station, never even slowing down. It traveled very fast all the time as if it were late for something. When it did go by it was so fast it was almost a blur. She did finally make out a few of the colors on it. It was a very deep blue with just a hint of gray. No writing on it. Nothing that would give you a clue what it was used fo
By Debra White4 years ago in Fiction
AJAAR
My name is Ilyas Ajaar, and this is my story. I wish I did not leave home that fateful night. Back in my hometown children never had the gut to ask for anything from their parents because they consider it as an act of improper training. From when we were little even if we were asked to bring things at school, we dare not ask our parents for money, instead we go out and hustle for the money.
By El-Amin 4 years ago in Fiction
The Light at the End of the Subway Tunnel
When I woke up on the train, I was covered in blood. It soaked through the abdomen of my pink fleece shirt, and was wet and sticky to the touch. But it couldn't have been mine, because I wasn't in pain.
By Jennifer L.4 years ago in Fiction
After leaving babysitting, I found my daughter more and more like her
When my daughter counts her relatives, she always mentions You, a nanny who once took her. That year, my family moved to Hexi.
By david4 years ago in Fiction