I miss the food. If I were to return for any reason, it would be for the food. I miss the anticipation of getting picked up by you at the station. I miss you in general. You always made me the best breakfasts, and I still haven’t found anything to compare to it.
a station is a place where you can go to get things, gas, snack foods, drinks, BEER, etc.
there’s different various stations, usually people go to the ones with the lowest gas prices,
why? because they’re smart. and lottery tickets can also be cheap. :) <3
Where was the closest station? I don’t know, but a crime was committed, and I had nowhere to go but home. Still smelling like cigs and my friends and spray paint. And there wasn’t a police station in sight.
the subway station if full of noise and motion. I feel like i am in a crowd but also in another place. a place of endless adventure! Oh the rush, what a wonderful rush.
I sat at the train station wondering, hoping, praying that she would be on this next one. It hadn’t worked the previous four times, though. I wasn’t giving in until I knew for sure.
I was waiting at the train station and my little girl was arguing with me. She pulled away from my hand and jerked away. Just then, I heard a train coming. I saw her stumble backwards and, horrified, I jumped to grab her. She was safe, but I realized that no argument is worth risking safety.
Where was I? I can’t remember.
This trip, so far, has been something awful and blurry and wonderful and not at all befitting of someone of my station.
It’s all Catalano’s fault.
He saw my leather jacket, he saw the neon-colored drink in my hand, he saw my limousine. He saw it, and he smiled and said, “I can do you one better.”
And I believed him.
the place for coming and going, where any destination is possible, and waiting is part of the adventure. You never know what might happen when you get to where you’re going, or if you’re coming home you are most likely looking forward to falling into your bed all over again.
when i see the word station i think of the word fire station because it’s such a common word used and you see fire stations all around. I also think of a train station because so many people use train stations these days.
a train in barcelona when you can go travel and go to paris and eat some delicious crepes and walks thourgh the streets as you think what concert or movie youre going to watch at nght but then you decide to go on a lovely dinner near a hotel costes and and take a plane back to mexico and enjoy it with your family and think about rabbits and dog because you like to run fast and fast and then you decide to fly instead and when youre flyn you crave for some chocolate chip cookies so you go to NY to a yummy store eat them and come back because when you come back everything is pink and colorful and you become happier than ever so you decide to sleep and dream whatever you want dreams about rainbows and gardens and stars… when you dreams your creativity is flowing an
The gas station down the road has a quite mood about it. It’s always abandoned and I’ve never found out why. You always will see this same, gentle looking man walking down the road across from it though. He’s always wearing this small, red bracelet and a rope necklace around his neck. Anytime you see him he’ll always be wearing it. Some say that he found that necklace many years ago in the back of that abandoned gas station, but he always says the same thing when you ask him where he got it, “What’s it to ya’?” One day, I got a closer look at the bracelet when the fragile, old man was asleep in the doorway of the abandoned gas station, it read, “I will not abandon you.” It made me wonder for a while, so then I decided to take a quick glance at the man’s necklace, it had a stone engraved with the initials “HRR”. My initials, I thought to myself. Why would this man have a necklace with my initials on it? I started wandering down the road when the man woke up and called my name. I was frightened, so I started to sprint. Then all of a sudden, I couldn’t run anymore, it’s like my feet didn’t even know how to move. I just stood there in tears, awaiting for the man to approach me. He placed his hand upon my shoulder and said I will never leave you. I turned around slowly and realized that he had quite the resemblance of my boyfriend, Austin, just a lot older. Without saying a word, I trudged back home wondering who the old man was. The next day, I went back to the old, abandoned gas station and the old man was gone. I started to walk back home when a hand settled itself upon my shoulder. I stopped suddenly. A voice from behind me said, “I told you that I’d never leave you.” When I turned around, the voice from behind was my boyfriend, Austin. He was wearing the same necklace that the old man was the day before, the same bracelet too. I asked him where he got that remarkable piece of jewelry and his reply, the same as the old man’s, “What’s it to ya’?” I left it at that, but to this day I still wonder who the old man was that walked the streets of the old, abandoned gas station.
the time is ticking, people are running around. Time is tense and de bell is blazing. He stands there, waiting, with nothing else to wait fr. She is not coming.
well ive been in this station for a while now and I know that Ill see her tomorrow. Im pretty nervous, to tell you the truth. I dont know why Im here, I know its going to be a complete failure. Maybe I should just be happy without her, I mean, I’ve been kinda miserable for the past year.
I had clean clothes with me and, when he sat up, I helped him dress. He still felt very weak. I had to feed him, soon. But first we had to get out of the cemetery and this city. The look he gave me was heartbreaking. Love, lust, hunger. We both stood and up and slowly walked out of the crypt and the cemetery. The nearest station was only half a mile away and I brought all we needed with me.
i walked to the station with nothing but a copy of catcher in the rye and a paperbag covered bottle. two different worlds for possible escape on this subway ride to my certain death
The station wasn’t like any train stop she had ever seen before. The vehicles coming in to the bays were more like ships, but without sails or hulls. Sky ships? She didn’t know, but the way they moved gracefully through the air was unlike anything she’d seen before.
we went to the station today because we were going to work. it was very busy because it was peak hour, not a very enjoyable experience. think i might walk next time.
A station is place where people can access transport facilities, usually a train. Trains are formed of many carriages with seats, for passengers to sit upon whilst they travel to their destination. Old trains go Choo Choo ;>
i use to play in kindergarden at certain “stations” . You would be allowed to color and play games with friends. it’s also a place where you could be picked up by a train at a train station.
train station is a good through for me, I remember when I was a kid we stayed at a train station for 5 days waiting in a customs line. We the kids loved it, it was like camping.
The train pulled up at the station. I felt a pang of sadness, suddenly. I didn’t think much of it before, but now I realised that this would be my last time in this area. So many memories, good and bad. It had helped shape who I am today, really. All the drama that goes on at a train station, can prepare you for quite a lot in life. More than one would expect…
From one station to next, life is just another train ride. Just like skipping from one site to another on stumble upon. That’s it. As nihlistic as I may sound, I guess this can be a pretty liberating way of looking at life.
I walked to the station and just before entering I decided to turn left and follow the road along the track. It was getting dark, I really should have been heading home but my curiosity always gets the better of me. I kept walking
The silhouette of a thin asian man emerged through the fog at the station. His eyes frowned like a happy sigh, no joy emanated from him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he shivered. “Was that the last train you jumped off?”
I live next to a train station.
I hear the trains come and go, all day all night.
They shake the ground.
When people visit, they ask if it bothers me.
Truthfully? I don’t notice anymore.
You can get used to anything if you’re around it enough.
ANYTHING.
I was at the train station one day and my brother punched me in the mouth and I said ow! Then a woman came up and had sex with me then we had a kid who grew up to be the president.
the train station was fading into the padst. ated forward Sarah longed only for her future yet her thoughts returned to The Station. the baggage handler would be trundling his cart away form themain station. The icket clerk was breathing easienow. All went well in sending people on their way.
The black smoke billowed past me as I ran to catch the train. It left swiftly as my feet stumbled and I fell, but I looked up to find him watching me. As he helped me up, I embraced him and cried, “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”
Working on my novel. Working on my paintings. Working on some furniture and home design projects. Working at a job where I am underpaid and undervalued. This is my station. Life is good.
I miss the food. If I were to return for any reason, it would be for the food. I miss the anticipation of getting picked up by you at the station. I miss you in general. You always made me the best breakfasts, and I still haven’t found anything to compare to it.
a station is a place where you can go to get things, gas, snack foods, drinks, BEER, etc.
there’s different various stations, usually people go to the ones with the lowest gas prices,
why? because they’re smart. and lottery tickets can also be cheap. :) <3
a train parks people wait for trains at a station so that they can ride them there a stack of paper called staoionary.
Where was the closest station? I don’t know, but a crime was committed, and I had nowhere to go but home. Still smelling like cigs and my friends and spray paint. And there wasn’t a police station in sight.
the subway station if full of noise and motion. I feel like i am in a crowd but also in another place. a place of endless adventure! Oh the rush, what a wonderful rush.
I sat at the train station wondering, hoping, praying that she would be on this next one. It hadn’t worked the previous four times, though. I wasn’t giving in until I knew for sure.
The place you travel to go some where, a place of transition. In an hour or two everyone will be different here.
I was waiting at the train station and my little girl was arguing with me. She pulled away from my hand and jerked away. Just then, I heard a train coming. I saw her stumble backwards and, horrified, I jumped to grab her. She was safe, but I realized that no argument is worth risking safety.
Where was I? I can’t remember.
This trip, so far, has been something awful and blurry and wonderful and not at all befitting of someone of my station.
It’s all Catalano’s fault.
He saw my leather jacket, he saw the neon-colored drink in my hand, he saw my limousine. He saw it, and he smiled and said, “I can do you one better.”
And I believed him.
the place for coming and going, where any destination is possible, and waiting is part of the adventure. You never know what might happen when you get to where you’re going, or if you’re coming home you are most likely looking forward to falling into your bed all over again.
when i see the word station i think of the word fire station because it’s such a common word used and you see fire stations all around. I also think of a train station because so many people use train stations these days.
ice cream. trains and travel. india travelling movie in art. love scenes from movies. polar express. stationed in ______. adventure. live.
a train in barcelona when you can go travel and go to paris and eat some delicious crepes and walks thourgh the streets as you think what concert or movie youre going to watch at nght but then you decide to go on a lovely dinner near a hotel costes and and take a plane back to mexico and enjoy it with your family and think about rabbits and dog because you like to run fast and fast and then you decide to fly instead and when youre flyn you crave for some chocolate chip cookies so you go to NY to a yummy store eat them and come back because when you come back everything is pink and colorful and you become happier than ever so you decide to sleep and dream whatever you want dreams about rainbows and gardens and stars… when you dreams your creativity is flowing an
The gas station down the road has a quite mood about it. It’s always abandoned and I’ve never found out why. You always will see this same, gentle looking man walking down the road across from it though. He’s always wearing this small, red bracelet and a rope necklace around his neck. Anytime you see him he’ll always be wearing it. Some say that he found that necklace many years ago in the back of that abandoned gas station, but he always says the same thing when you ask him where he got it, “What’s it to ya’?” One day, I got a closer look at the bracelet when the fragile, old man was asleep in the doorway of the abandoned gas station, it read, “I will not abandon you.” It made me wonder for a while, so then I decided to take a quick glance at the man’s necklace, it had a stone engraved with the initials “HRR”. My initials, I thought to myself. Why would this man have a necklace with my initials on it? I started wandering down the road when the man woke up and called my name. I was frightened, so I started to sprint. Then all of a sudden, I couldn’t run anymore, it’s like my feet didn’t even know how to move. I just stood there in tears, awaiting for the man to approach me. He placed his hand upon my shoulder and said I will never leave you. I turned around slowly and realized that he had quite the resemblance of my boyfriend, Austin, just a lot older. Without saying a word, I trudged back home wondering who the old man was. The next day, I went back to the old, abandoned gas station and the old man was gone. I started to walk back home when a hand settled itself upon my shoulder. I stopped suddenly. A voice from behind me said, “I told you that I’d never leave you.” When I turned around, the voice from behind was my boyfriend, Austin. He was wearing the same necklace that the old man was the day before, the same bracelet too. I asked him where he got that remarkable piece of jewelry and his reply, the same as the old man’s, “What’s it to ya’?” I left it at that, but to this day I still wonder who the old man was that walked the streets of the old, abandoned gas station.
the time is ticking, people are running around. Time is tense and de bell is blazing. He stands there, waiting, with nothing else to wait fr. She is not coming.
well ive been in this station for a while now and I know that Ill see her tomorrow. Im pretty nervous, to tell you the truth. I dont know why Im here, I know its going to be a complete failure. Maybe I should just be happy without her, I mean, I’ve been kinda miserable for the past year.
I had clean clothes with me and, when he sat up, I helped him dress. He still felt very weak. I had to feed him, soon. But first we had to get out of the cemetery and this city. The look he gave me was heartbreaking. Love, lust, hunger. We both stood and up and slowly walked out of the crypt and the cemetery. The nearest station was only half a mile away and I brought all we needed with me.
i walked to the station with nothing but a copy of catcher in the rye and a paperbag covered bottle. two different worlds for possible escape on this subway ride to my certain death
I fell from the train into the arms of a stranger. She curiously threw me off and spat at me as she tried talking with a bun in her mouth.
The station wasn’t like any train stop she had ever seen before. The vehicles coming in to the bays were more like ships, but without sails or hulls. Sky ships? She didn’t know, but the way they moved gracefully through the air was unlike anything she’d seen before.
we went to the station today because we were going to work. it was very busy because it was peak hour, not a very enjoyable experience. think i might walk next time.
A station is place where people can access transport facilities, usually a train. Trains are formed of many carriages with seats, for passengers to sit upon whilst they travel to their destination. Old trains go Choo Choo ;>
i use to play in kindergarden at certain “stations” . You would be allowed to color and play games with friends. it’s also a place where you could be picked up by a train at a train station.
train station is a good through for me, I remember when I was a kid we stayed at a train station for 5 days waiting in a customs line. We the kids loved it, it was like camping.
The train pulled up at the station. I felt a pang of sadness, suddenly. I didn’t think much of it before, but now I realised that this would be my last time in this area. So many memories, good and bad. It had helped shape who I am today, really. All the drama that goes on at a train station, can prepare you for quite a lot in life. More than one would expect…
From one station to next, life is just another train ride. Just like skipping from one site to another on stumble upon. That’s it. As nihlistic as I may sound, I guess this can be a pretty liberating way of looking at life.
Station of our thoughts. Station of our dreams. Come away, and lay your ambitions to rest upon this citadel.
I walked to the station and just before entering I decided to turn left and follow the road along the track. It was getting dark, I really should have been heading home but my curiosity always gets the better of me. I kept walking
The silhouette of a thin asian man emerged through the fog at the station. His eyes frowned like a happy sigh, no joy emanated from him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he shivered. “Was that the last train you jumped off?”
I live next to a train station.
I hear the trains come and go, all day all night.
They shake the ground.
When people visit, they ask if it bothers me.
Truthfully? I don’t notice anymore.
You can get used to anything if you’re around it enough.
ANYTHING.
That’s frightening.
Waiting for the train in the rain and not moving whilst a breeze gusts by.
A balloon is drifting upwards, I hear whistle – is it a wolf?
platform 9 3/4, where I will be leaving for Hogwarts and have a magical life and own a wand which is pretty awesome.
I was at the train station one day and my brother punched me in the mouth and I said ow! Then a woman came up and had sex with me then we had a kid who grew up to be the president.
the train station was fading into the padst. ated forward Sarah longed only for her future yet her thoughts returned to The Station. the baggage handler would be trundling his cart away form themain station. The icket clerk was breathing easienow. All went well in sending people on their way.
the station the motion of moving on, moing out.
failure what does it feel like .. like standing on a station platform stuck in a rut nothing happening with life passing by.
The black smoke billowed past me as I ran to catch the train. It left swiftly as my feet stumbled and I fell, but I looked up to find him watching me. As he helped me up, I embraced him and cried, “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”
Working on my novel. Working on my paintings. Working on some furniture and home design projects. Working at a job where I am underpaid and undervalued. This is my station. Life is good.
the station is very far from my home
the place where j.k. rowling met. j.k rowling, the fab author. Ms. J.K. rowling, thanks for my childhood.
Unabashed, I cavort.
This is my last feather, my last words, my last station.