Staring down the tracks, she took a breath. “Are you sure about this?”
“Just do it.”
“But – ”
“Do it!”
She lifted her hands, concentrating on the metal at her feet. There was a sudden pull, like her fingers were being reeled in by a fishing rod, and then the railroad ties were snapping free from the ground.
So she plucked her lucky penny from in between the railroad’s broken tracks, soiling her pudgy hands and the hem of her cotton dress. You might think she lived in the 1800s or something, by the way she dressed. But Frances-Jane was your average, modern 14-year-old. She thought about boys and gingerly pressed the “Friend” button on Facebook. She snuck Mom’s Cosmo in her free time, and pestered her friends about the meaning of some words she found in there. She thought she was too fat. And maybe she was. Maybe, she could’ve used to lose a few pounds. But that didn’t warrant the amount of self-hatred Frances-Jane possessed, nor the number of calories she’d consumed that day and then thrown up later.
Lets see railroads remind me of trains. Nothing important. Comes up in Big Bang Theory a lot. Sheldon talks about. What a fascinating character. Really smart yet is kind of annoying. Nonetheless, he’s one of the funniest characters in the whole show. Well that includes Leonard as well. lol well they got a lot in Bangladesh I know that. And it rhymes with…. i don’t know can’t think of anything
I live by a railroad, and honestly, it’s not so bad. Sure, there are homeless people who would mug you for a couple of dollars, and sometimes you are awaken by the toot of the engine, but no big deal.
Railroads are awesome. There were like four of them. Back in the day. They changed everything. Many Chinese people died. We sent them back. The origin of racism. Racists. Races are awesome. We should race on railroads. How would that work? OH SHIT. BYE!
ahhh! not sure what to write….train tracks…errr…train….speed rail….road…..how much time do i have left?! OMG! a quick transportation place!…uuhhhhh….l’m literally drawing blanks right now…wowww, i suck under pressure
This is for trains i believe and it can be fairly dangerous i think…it isnt very smart to walk one one since a train may be coming towards you at the moment.bad guys tie up people on these.people on cartoons and railroads can be good too because maybe its the railroad to Hogwarts.Which is pretty cool when you think of it.Dont ya think?
The railroad went along like a snake on the ground, slithering its way among the dark mountains. Who knew what dark and gruesome things would be waiting for our lonely traveler.
i would take a railroad to your heart. given the chance, i would give you my heart. railroads. they could take us places. places we’ve never seen before. and we could enjoy it. together.
he crossed the railroad tracks with dispare. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to her house, but just the thought of losing her was miserable. he looked down and counted the ties. one, two, three, only two thousand more to go he thought.
The tracks were old and rotten, cracked and worn. Sensing their instability she cleared her mind and rested her palms on the rails. Whistles and bells rang in her ears, and she collapsed.
The railroad train chugged along the tracks. The engineer pulled the whistle as the train slowed down on the railroad tracks. The waiting crowd cheered as the train pulled into the railroad station. Another successful train journey under our belts!
This was it. By night, I would be following the railroad. Maybe I would find my imaginary friend made real. Maybe I could fly kites in fields where no one cares.
railroad. when i think of railroads, i instantly think of crossroads.. i don’t know why oh and also train tracks ahahahahahh. the word also looks like it could be on some kind of album cover im not sure why. something peaceful and simple and it would make a very good photographing scenario.
The railroad tracks had been there longer than I could ever imagine, but no trains rolled on it these days. Not since the fire choked the station with its smoldering fingers and dragged the wooden splinters into the dirt. The frame was strangely intact, but inside, it was gutted. Completely gutted.
No one had attempted to bring the trains back. And as such, I intended to travel south on those abandoned tracks.
I remember that autumn all those years ago when the railroad seemed like the best way to go. It would be quick, easy and would do the job, I wasn’t able to take it anymore.
What is it that calms us about railroads? is it the fact that you know a train or many trains have passed over this very track? is it that a train could come anytime. is it the silence of nothing and no one ?
railroads make me think of taking pictures there. everyone does it. it makes me think of anna, how i always used to cross the train tracks to go to her house, back when we were still really good friends. i can’t remember the last time i rode on a train. can you out grow train rides?
a railroad. a railroad is a path of life. it tell you where to go, and where to stop. you only get a certain amount of breaks in your life before you reach your destination. railroads. something to think about…
a crossing. two eyes meet. blue, brown, dressed in vintage clothes. looking down, quick avoid contact. Look deeper. reach across, almost touvhing until it’s too late. a train speeds through the connection. broken communication, broken hearts. give up turn around head back home.
as we our eyes started to meet along the old railroad i was running and running as the smooth train began reching my pressence and bam… i was gone.. dead… you were there staring… wishing nothing had happened but it did..
The railroad was a part of his life…..his grandfather worked on it, his father worked on it and now his brother worked on it…..so he wanted to. However, the problem was…what could he do??
She wasn’t sure when the trains stopped running near her house, just that they did, one day, and the railroad stopped being used. She’d complained about the noise before, but never to hear the whistles again, that wasn’t what she wanted either.
Criss cross. Tracks went into the distance, further then my eyes could see. Barreling toward me was a piece of coal. Or it should have been, for little did I know, it was that coal that would power that which brought the end my life.
She walked to the railroad. He was supposed to meet her. She looked and looked. She could not find him. Oh. There he is. He walked along the railroad but could not see her. She was already dead. He was supposed to follow. “My love, come with me. They’ll never find us.” The horn was heard…and there he was. Next to her.
I’m walking, running, on the pavement, trying to reach you, trying to be with you. But you’re on the railroad, driving your car so fast that I cannot catch up. You are running away from me, and I am running to you. But how will we ever meet each other if we’re running in the same direction?
train tracks run downtown and we all walk along the side of it swapping stories about the good old days when we were younger and fairer and had most of our teeth still. I was out nine teeth–though I may have re-grown one of them, hell, I’m no scientist, I’m just a man on the road, on the tracks, living the dream. Living.
It connects the old world together. from town to town. Rapid travel for all that could afford the ticket. Cities no longer were limited in size by how far you could walk food from farm to shop. Everything rode the rails. The lifeblood of the old world. Maybe the hope for the new one.
The steam is billowing up, massive puffs rising high into the sky then fading away.
The movement of the train is hypnotic, the vibration lulling you into dreams.
The scenery is dazzlingly—almost like someone took every shade of green and coated the earth.
It’s all green and the sky is a massive gray blanket. Lochs are scattered reflecting the trees and clouds.
Sheep wander lazily eating grass.
Cutting through it all, the Jacobite steam train.
The train was coming…tracks of the railroad cranking along. People stare at the oncoming collision. What happens….no one ever knows…as the train on the railroad tracks keeps moving forward.
Staring down the tracks, she took a breath. “Are you sure about this?”
“Just do it.”
“But – ”
“Do it!”
She lifted her hands, concentrating on the metal at her feet. There was a sudden pull, like her fingers were being reeled in by a fishing rod, and then the railroad ties were snapping free from the ground.
So she plucked her lucky penny from in between the railroad’s broken tracks, soiling her pudgy hands and the hem of her cotton dress. You might think she lived in the 1800s or something, by the way she dressed. But Frances-Jane was your average, modern 14-year-old. She thought about boys and gingerly pressed the “Friend” button on Facebook. She snuck Mom’s Cosmo in her free time, and pestered her friends about the meaning of some words she found in there. She thought she was too fat. And maybe she was. Maybe, she could’ve used to lose a few pounds. But that didn’t warrant the amount of self-hatred Frances-Jane possessed, nor the number of calories she’d consumed that day and then thrown up later.
Lets see railroads remind me of trains. Nothing important. Comes up in Big Bang Theory a lot. Sheldon talks about. What a fascinating character. Really smart yet is kind of annoying. Nonetheless, he’s one of the funniest characters in the whole show. Well that includes Leonard as well. lol well they got a lot in Bangladesh I know that. And it rhymes with…. i don’t know can’t think of anything
I live by a railroad, and honestly, it’s not so bad. Sure, there are homeless people who would mug you for a couple of dollars, and sometimes you are awaken by the toot of the engine, but no big deal.
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Railroads are awesome. There were like four of them. Back in the day. They changed everything. Many Chinese people died. We sent them back. The origin of racism. Racists. Races are awesome. We should race on railroads. How would that work? OH SHIT. BYE!
ahhh! not sure what to write….train tracks…errr…train….speed rail….road…..how much time do i have left?! OMG! a quick transportation place!…uuhhhhh….l’m literally drawing blanks right now…wowww, i suck under pressure
This is for trains i believe and it can be fairly dangerous i think…it isnt very smart to walk one one since a train may be coming towards you at the moment.bad guys tie up people on these.people on cartoons and railroads can be good too because maybe its the railroad to Hogwarts.Which is pretty cool when you think of it.Dont ya think?
blah blah workin’ on the railroad, all the live long day. i don’t think those are even close to the lyrics to this song. yeahyeahyeah.
The railroad went along like a snake on the ground, slithering its way among the dark mountains. Who knew what dark and gruesome things would be waiting for our lonely traveler.
i would take a railroad to your heart. given the chance, i would give you my heart. railroads. they could take us places. places we’ve never seen before. and we could enjoy it. together.
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They are used as forms if transportation for individuals. They are the” roads” for trains. They have been in america for ages.
Railroads can often be used to describe life, which, to be honest, I don’t understand. How can metal rods, in a row, define life? Um no.
Trains belong on railroads, not lives.
Many people have lost their lives on a railroad. That’s pretty depressing.
he crossed the railroad tracks with dispare. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to her house, but just the thought of losing her was miserable. he looked down and counted the ties. one, two, three, only two thousand more to go he thought.
The tracks were old and rotten, cracked and worn. Sensing their instability she cleared her mind and rested her palms on the rails. Whistles and bells rang in her ears, and she collapsed.
The railroad train chugged along the tracks. The engineer pulled the whistle as the train slowed down on the railroad tracks. The waiting crowd cheered as the train pulled into the railroad station. Another successful train journey under our belts!
This was it. By night, I would be following the railroad. Maybe I would find my imaginary friend made real. Maybe I could fly kites in fields where no one cares.
railroad. when i think of railroads, i instantly think of crossroads.. i don’t know why oh and also train tracks ahahahahahh. the word also looks like it could be on some kind of album cover im not sure why. something peaceful and simple and it would make a very good photographing scenario.
The railroad tracks had been there longer than I could ever imagine, but no trains rolled on it these days. Not since the fire choked the station with its smoldering fingers and dragged the wooden splinters into the dirt. The frame was strangely intact, but inside, it was gutted. Completely gutted.
No one had attempted to bring the trains back. And as such, I intended to travel south on those abandoned tracks.
I remember that autumn all those years ago when the railroad seemed like the best way to go. It would be quick, easy and would do the job, I wasn’t able to take it anymore.
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What is it that calms us about railroads? is it the fact that you know a train or many trains have passed over this very track? is it that a train could come anytime. is it the silence of nothing and no one ?
railroads make me think of taking pictures there. everyone does it. it makes me think of anna, how i always used to cross the train tracks to go to her house, back when we were still really good friends. i can’t remember the last time i rode on a train. can you out grow train rides?
a railroad. a railroad is a path of life. it tell you where to go, and where to stop. you only get a certain amount of breaks in your life before you reach your destination. railroads. something to think about…
They stand at the railroad
The light is dim
They hate the railroad
Like so many things
“I don’t want to be here,”
Says no one at all
The railroad is boring
The railroad is dull
a crossing. two eyes meet. blue, brown, dressed in vintage clothes. looking down, quick avoid contact. Look deeper. reach across, almost touvhing until it’s too late. a train speeds through the connection. broken communication, broken hearts. give up turn around head back home.
as we our eyes started to meet along the old railroad i was running and running as the smooth train began reching my pressence and bam… i was gone.. dead… you were there staring… wishing nothing had happened but it did..
the was a rusty railroad and the fast lonesome train came rushing threw and its round wheels grinding ontop over the railroad tracks.
The railroad was a part of his life…..his grandfather worked on it, his father worked on it and now his brother worked on it…..so he wanted to. However, the problem was…what could he do??
She wasn’t sure when the trains stopped running near her house, just that they did, one day, and the railroad stopped being used. She’d complained about the noise before, but never to hear the whistles again, that wasn’t what she wanted either.
Criss cross. Tracks went into the distance, further then my eyes could see. Barreling toward me was a piece of coal. Or it should have been, for little did I know, it was that coal that would power that which brought the end my life.
She walked to the railroad. He was supposed to meet her. She looked and looked. She could not find him. Oh. There he is. He walked along the railroad but could not see her. She was already dead. He was supposed to follow. “My love, come with me. They’ll never find us.” The horn was heard…and there he was. Next to her.
Swiftly the train shrieks across the metal. It holds all the weight without hesitation.
I’m walking, running, on the pavement, trying to reach you, trying to be with you. But you’re on the railroad, driving your car so fast that I cannot catch up. You are running away from me, and I am running to you. But how will we ever meet each other if we’re running in the same direction?
train tracks run downtown and we all walk along the side of it swapping stories about the good old days when we were younger and fairer and had most of our teeth still. I was out nine teeth–though I may have re-grown one of them, hell, I’m no scientist, I’m just a man on the road, on the tracks, living the dream. Living.
It connects the old world together. from town to town. Rapid travel for all that could afford the ticket. Cities no longer were limited in size by how far you could walk food from farm to shop. Everything rode the rails. The lifeblood of the old world. Maybe the hope for the new one.
The steam is billowing up, massive puffs rising high into the sky then fading away.
The movement of the train is hypnotic, the vibration lulling you into dreams.
The scenery is dazzlingly—almost like someone took every shade of green and coated the earth.
It’s all green and the sky is a massive gray blanket. Lochs are scattered reflecting the trees and clouds.
Sheep wander lazily eating grass.
Cutting through it all, the Jacobite steam train.
The train was coming…tracks of the railroad cranking along. People stare at the oncoming collision. What happens….no one ever knows…as the train on the railroad tracks keeps moving forward.
The railroad: a long route of grey, rusting metal to take you from A to B.
noisy
beautiful landscape
charming trip