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Climbing onto the train, Laura made her way over to the very last seat. She didn’t want to be seen. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was to sneak the bomb onto the train, now she has to hide it. Making sure no one saw her. She slipped it under a chair and waited for the next stop. It was scheduled to go off until Laura got off at New York. Then, it would blow. Then she’d have victory.
The steemm the engine room was hitting my face. It hurt so bad, my flesh screamed in agony. Only… i could move. If i moved , then kendra would fall. Her handf would slip and she would be gone forever. What would mother think of me then? the thought stay for a moment, but still i couldnt bring myself to move, even with my mothers hatred playing on me.
Trains coming in and out of tunnels. Steam trains. Trains carrying people to their death. Trains carrying people to their lives. Train crashes. Little trains who might not make it up the hill. I need a suitcase, I need a hat.
I rarely catch the train but when i do i am reminded of my days as a child. The excitement of taking a trip. Watching the places and landscape speed past. The faces of the strangers around me and wondering why they were on this same train. The destination wasn’t nearly as exciting for me as the journey was, when i was younger…
I see a train. Leaving at a speed i cant even feel or think about. Its hard to explain. I know but the story behind this train is a story you will want to hear and listen to. It will explain a life lesson never taught anywhere but here.
She was born two weeks late and had been late ever since. As such it came as little surprise that she was always a minute too late to catch her departing train of thought. It was the pit stops at in between stations that did her in; she simply couldn’t resist a good gift shop.
I decided today that i would get on that train. I gave you the choice, come with me, or never see me again. Perhaps it was a naughty thing to do. But we both know, being away on our own was the only way we could be together.
Marry me today and everyday. I like trains because you can go to chicago..only i never really been there. my aunts all go eveeryyear. maybe me and laura should go sometime and we could go with aunt vickie and she would get us cool stuff..i wonder if we are going to teen weeek. but im gonna be on mission BOOO that means no BRITBRIT my sagitarian sista noo! haha so school is over im hungry gahh!
The train moved slowly, the windows dirty and grey. There were little melted hand prints on his window, but the shade was pulled down. I’ll miss him, I swear it.
We travelled once, 8 hours straight in humid weather. Cows became fields in the rush and I judged distances by perspective. When I leant against the glass to look ahead everything moved so slow, yet watching the surroundings fly past side on, it couldn’t have been faster.
you can hear it ride the tracks, sounds like thunder…fear, is the first reaction and then, I remember it’s only the sound or the idea of the action that creates that initial scare and I realize I can hop right on and flash by along with the wheels and drive on out
Trains have an mysterious element to them; there’s something about departures and arrivals and train stations and train tracks. There’s something about journeys and going places and coming back home. Something about trains.
“Yes I can!” She shouted over her shoulder and ran around a corner and heard the beeping of the train before she decided to slide in in time before the doors “shhhhed” shut.
I met him on the train. It was christmas, cold and dull. My heart was broken already, and I didn’t expect it to mend any time soon. But then he took my seat. He stole my seat, my number and my bloody heart in one fell swoop. And as rocky as the last year and half has been since then, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I love you.
there is a red train going down a track, it’s quite posh with shiny windows and smoke coming out of the chimney and is making a ricketing sound as it goes along the track with the odd ‘choo choo choo’, then it begins to slow down and produce more of a ‘chugga chugga’ sound.
The train was covered in red velvet. From the seats, to the walls, to the carpeting. It was fantastic velvet. The kind that you are able to run your hands through and get a tingly feeling inside.
I rode the train from Milan to Venice. It was bumpy but beautiful. The grass was green and the houses colorful. Fabio sat across from me, a typical 40 year old Italian man who still lives at home.
There is something otherworldly about trains. An allusion to the past, when trains were more widely-used, or to a steady westward motion, and the mystery and anticipation involved. You’d half expect them to trail fairy dust. Or industrial coal.
I already wrote about this word before. Was my first word on this site. Am hoping for more interesting words from now on. Or maybe I just need to be more creative. This is good a exercise though.
before the train took off, the passengers went wild and started a coo, because of an expert riot-starter. this riot got so wild that the train was tipped over, spilling all the passengers onto the grass. a bloody mess.
What’s with all these connected topics? I mean, I know we’re playing the random game, but still. Doesn’t this guy ever think about anything besides trains? Ugh, my turn. How about rabbits?
I think it is scary how people jump out in front of trains. It is said that it is a question of when rather than if a train driver will experience it. Selfish.
I was on a train, but it wasn’t taking me anywhere. I wanted to get far to my destiny, but it just wasn’t getting there yet. I was trying hard to concentrate and make the world go faster, but that’s just not possible.
So, I sat and drank a cup of warm tea.
there’s something about a train that’s magic, isn’t there? the soft, rocking motion and the romantic idea that anything can happen on a train. the civilized dining car. the mysterious woman in first class. and the man you end up playing cards with and sharing a bottle of bourbon. magic.
I’ve always wanted to ride on a train. I rode one of those super fast speed trains from Italy to France. I want to ride on a train like the Darjeeling Limited. Trains are such a classic form of transportation. I think of sitting in a dining car in the 1950s having a cocktail and smoking a cigarette.
I would like to train myself to be more organized. Over the years, I have come up with a million different ways to accomplish this. I am sure that many of those ways might have been effective if I had kept up with them. It would be such a relief in my life if I were organized, and it is the one dream that seems ever elusive!
chug chug chug I heard you on teh jattering track down through silverbank ridge and yonder. I didn’t really get why I was thrown so into ponder, but I wondered and I wandereed thinkinh IF ONL I WAS ON A TRAIN this would be much quicker to travel further, olla stutter o on t.
You must talk to everybody you meet on trains. Just ask. You find out stories. People want to be listened to. Imagine. Create. Ask and always wonder about the weirdness that is often humanity. Ever thought about the guy who looks like he’s about to jump, just smile and talk to him. YOu could save a life.
The train picked up speed and left the station, and I was stuck standing there, watching the endless tracks. I felt so empty inside; I couldn’t even lift my eyes and walk on. Leaving a friendship was the most energy draining thing I had ever done.
i love trains, favourite way to travel, magazines, books, ipod, different people. different experiences in different countries, china example, packed, colours, beggars etc, england more dull, businessmen
Climbing onto the train, Laura made her way over to the very last seat. She didn’t want to be seen. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was to sneak the bomb onto the train, now she has to hide it. Making sure no one saw her. She slipped it under a chair and waited for the next stop. It was scheduled to go off until Laura got off at New York. Then, it would blow. Then she’d have victory.
This train has no track. In fact, it’s quite awry. Its path goes where no one knows, and I’m the only passenger it lacks.
The steemm the engine room was hitting my face. It hurt so bad, my flesh screamed in agony. Only… i could move. If i moved , then kendra would fall. Her handf would slip and she would be gone forever. What would mother think of me then? the thought stay for a moment, but still i couldnt bring myself to move, even with my mothers hatred playing on me.
Trains coming in and out of tunnels. Steam trains. Trains carrying people to their death. Trains carrying people to their lives. Train crashes. Little trains who might not make it up the hill. I need a suitcase, I need a hat.
The train was late. It was as unusual as a snowy day in southern China.
I rarely catch the train but when i do i am reminded of my days as a child. The excitement of taking a trip. Watching the places and landscape speed past. The faces of the strangers around me and wondering why they were on this same train. The destination wasn’t nearly as exciting for me as the journey was, when i was younger…
I see a train. Leaving at a speed i cant even feel or think about. Its hard to explain. I know but the story behind this train is a story you will want to hear and listen to. It will explain a life lesson never taught anywhere but here.
She was born two weeks late and had been late ever since. As such it came as little surprise that she was always a minute too late to catch her departing train of thought. It was the pit stops at in between stations that did her in; she simply couldn’t resist a good gift shop.
train is a word with 5 letters. when I think about this word it reminds me the color black. I imagine a black train. And trees.
I decided today that i would get on that train. I gave you the choice, come with me, or never see me again. Perhaps it was a naughty thing to do. But we both know, being away on our own was the only way we could be together.
Marry me today and everyday. I like trains because you can go to chicago..only i never really been there. my aunts all go eveeryyear. maybe me and laura should go sometime and we could go with aunt vickie and she would get us cool stuff..i wonder if we are going to teen weeek. but im gonna be on mission BOOO that means no BRITBRIT my sagitarian sista noo! haha so school is over im hungry gahh!
The train moved slowly, the windows dirty and grey. There were little melted hand prints on his window, but the shade was pulled down. I’ll miss him, I swear it.
We travelled once, 8 hours straight in humid weather. Cows became fields in the rush and I judged distances by perspective. When I leant against the glass to look ahead everything moved so slow, yet watching the surroundings fly past side on, it couldn’t have been faster.
you can hear it ride the tracks, sounds like thunder…fear, is the first reaction and then, I remember it’s only the sound or the idea of the action that creates that initial scare and I realize I can hop right on and flash by along with the wheels and drive on out
Trains have an mysterious element to them; there’s something about departures and arrivals and train stations and train tracks. There’s something about journeys and going places and coming back home. Something about trains.
“No!”
“Come here little girl, you can’t get away!”
“Yes I can!” She shouted over her shoulder and ran around a corner and heard the beeping of the train before she decided to slide in in time before the doors “shhhhed” shut.
Steam pours out, power, uncontrollable hurtling away down the tracks. It is impossible to get off and still harder to hold on.
I met him on the train. It was christmas, cold and dull. My heart was broken already, and I didn’t expect it to mend any time soon. But then he took my seat. He stole my seat, my number and my bloody heart in one fell swoop. And as rocky as the last year and half has been since then, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I love you.
there is a red train going down a track, it’s quite posh with shiny windows and smoke coming out of the chimney and is making a ricketing sound as it goes along the track with the odd ‘choo choo choo’, then it begins to slow down and produce more of a ‘chugga chugga’ sound.
I love train.
The train was covered in red velvet. From the seats, to the walls, to the carpeting. It was fantastic velvet. The kind that you are able to run your hands through and get a tingly feeling inside.
I rode the train from Milan to Venice. It was bumpy but beautiful. The grass was green and the houses colorful. Fabio sat across from me, a typical 40 year old Italian man who still lives at home.
There is something otherworldly about trains. An allusion to the past, when trains were more widely-used, or to a steady westward motion, and the mystery and anticipation involved. You’d half expect them to trail fairy dust. Or industrial coal.
I already wrote about this word before. Was my first word on this site. Am hoping for more interesting words from now on. Or maybe I just need to be more creative. This is good a exercise though.
before the train took off, the passengers went wild and started a coo, because of an expert riot-starter. this riot got so wild that the train was tipped over, spilling all the passengers onto the grass. a bloody mess.
What’s with all these connected topics? I mean, I know we’re playing the random game, but still. Doesn’t this guy ever think about anything besides trains? Ugh, my turn. How about rabbits?
Oh yes, all that training had done him some serious good. I completely agree with those early hours and late night sessions now. Yep! ;)
I think it is scary how people jump out in front of trains. It is said that it is a question of when rather than if a train driver will experience it. Selfish.
I was on a train, but it wasn’t taking me anywhere. I wanted to get far to my destiny, but it just wasn’t getting there yet. I was trying hard to concentrate and make the world go faster, but that’s just not possible.
So, I sat and drank a cup of warm tea.
there’s something about a train that’s magic, isn’t there? the soft, rocking motion and the romantic idea that anything can happen on a train. the civilized dining car. the mysterious woman in first class. and the man you end up playing cards with and sharing a bottle of bourbon. magic.
I’ve always wanted to ride on a train. I rode one of those super fast speed trains from Italy to France. I want to ride on a train like the Darjeeling Limited. Trains are such a classic form of transportation. I think of sitting in a dining car in the 1950s having a cocktail and smoking a cigarette.
I would like to train myself to be more organized. Over the years, I have come up with a million different ways to accomplish this. I am sure that many of those ways might have been effective if I had kept up with them. It would be such a relief in my life if I were organized, and it is the one dream that seems ever elusive!
chug chug chug I heard you on teh jattering track down through silverbank ridge and yonder. I didn’t really get why I was thrown so into ponder, but I wondered and I wandereed thinkinh IF ONL I WAS ON A TRAIN this would be much quicker to travel further, olla stutter o on t.
You must talk to everybody you meet on trains. Just ask. You find out stories. People want to be listened to. Imagine. Create. Ask and always wonder about the weirdness that is often humanity. Ever thought about the guy who looks like he’s about to jump, just smile and talk to him. YOu could save a life.
The train picked up speed and left the station, and I was stuck standing there, watching the endless tracks. I felt so empty inside; I couldn’t even lift my eyes and walk on. Leaving a friendship was the most energy draining thing I had ever done.
uhm the boy was getting of he jumped. water.god was there
Ride the train like a hobo, rich man. It’s good for the soul. Do as another would do, and live around outside your box.
it takes me from point a to b. and i will discover a new world! i would take all the visuals and discover a new surrendering.
moves fast. europe at the speed of light. a movie. romance. a travel of self.