As we sat waiting for the train to pass, I started to count the cars. One, two, three, and on and on they went. “How long can one train be?” I wondered to myself.
Watching the lime green blur pass me as I went speeding through the countyside. It made me feel slightly sick. I could hear the wind as it whistled pass the train, making it shake a bit. “great” I mumbled, motion sickness was the last thing I needed this early on in my four hour trip that has only just started.
watching the green blur pass me as I went speeding through the countyside. that was the only good thing about the visits to Nana. the view on the way. as i got off the train, I missed that view.
a train of thoughts flurried through my mind. “this is full of risks,” was the main consensus.
nevertheless, it’s worth the effort to take the plunge; it’s time to live my life the way i dream it.
i was heading towards the station. i turned my head to look back at my mother. i could just make out the top of her head. that was it. i boarded the train. “good bye, I love you” i whispered. that was the last time I ever saw her.
Once I went on a train with my friends and it was from Birmingham to London. I went down there in a good mood but came back feeling bad. I always do that. The last time I got a train it was from the centre of Birmingham to near my house, I walked the wrong way talking with a friend and so it took longer to get home but I didn’t really mind.
looking out of the window as the countryside goes by – totally green, totally blue – if it was an advert for lloyds bank, you’d complain that it was unrealistic, but that’s how it looked
The tracks beneath my feet formed a rhythm of clicking and clacking as the train headed on its way. Sunlight peeked through the window, dancing as it would across the shining chrome in mysterious, repeating patterns. A warm wind blew through the window, carrying the salty scent of the sea, as the day died.
The train
kept on going,
through the dark tunnel,
wind passing it by
faster than the light
coming through at the end.
And somehow it stops,
from going 100 miles an hour
in a dark tunnel,
to a busy street corner,
and back again.
I went to the first day of my new job at Mcdonalds. The trainer was a middle aged man who reminded me slightly of Don Knotts. As he taught me what was certain to occupy much of my summer, I could only think of her.
As I stare out this train’s window, I see my old park down the block along with the other houses I once lived in. At every stop, I see my city. I see apart of me. I see who I used to be, as my memories recollect and I begin to reminisce. It’s at this moment, at this hour I allow myself to relive the being I was.
The train rolled by my station this morning. I was late and never got to see the train. Hopefully tomorrow I may have a chance to see the train roll by. Hopefully.
I slapped my hand across the seat of my trousers and looked out the window. Electric light poles rushed past. I had to scan my eyes quickly just to get a glance at a herd of cattle whipping by.
its a thing that we use to get around. i enjoy riding on them because they are relaxing and it is a good time to be alone with your thoughts. they are however expensive
“All aboard!” yelled the train conductor. Brian nervously made his way to his seat, where he was about to embark on the most daring adventure he’d ever come across: college.
“Ah, where is it…seat 4D. Here it is.”, Daniel muttered to himself.
she stood on the tracks, her hands curled in fists.
The chilly breeze whippped her long black hair against her rosy cheeks.
she took a final breath, the scent of pine filling her thoughts,
as the bullet like train sped up, soon taking her with it.
She remembered the first time she met him, when he called her
‘mustang girl’. then she remembered why she was standing on these tracks,
waiting for the train to come, where he would be sitting on it, cluelessly.
Pang. she was gone, in heaven with the mustangs
train! speeding through the valley! swooshing through the tunnel! training my thoughts training my body…bigger faster stronger better everyday in everyway!
she stepped off the platform and onto the train, and looked back at sam, as he chased after her, his brown eyes brimming with tears..
tears of sorrow tears of pain, she took her seat, holding back the tears, and the train started rattling off on its tracks, as she looked out the window and sam, sam sprinting next to the train at her window.
was she hallucinating? no
this horrid pain was real
The trains. They come, those metal bullets rushing into the station. The noise, it used to bother me. Now it numbs. I can’t remember a time, when I didn’t know the trains. And the trains didn’t know me.
i wish i could take a train to visit my boyfriend. i miss him so much. he lives 15 hours away in canada. i know it sounds silly…but i think he’s the one.
the word is train, again? it was train just a minute ago, and i took the option to write about trains, like the choo choo kind, but i believe i’d prefer to write about train as a verb, as in, to train, which sounds far more pleasurable than the choo choo variety.
I always hear that when I travel nowadays… Her voice lingering in the air around me as I gaze out the window and watch the world pass me by, a flash of bright yellow catches my eye by the railing… but when I blink the image vanishes.
speeding down the tracks carrying all the innocent bystanders who believe in the metal harbinger of transportation and reliability to bring them to their desired location. Speeding down the tracks, speeding.
train under water bright eyes i love them i love my best friends summer 2010 will be the best yet i love it it hasn’t even been a week yet i need to go to sleep i work tomorrow okay i’m leaving kbye i kid my time isn’t up oh i kid it’s up now k bye :D
Perpetual motion. Departure, direction and arrival. Where are you going? It is predetermined by the fate of the train. Hopefully you find yourself in a safe locale.
As the train went on, the days went on with it, scattered like a scar on a forgotten terrain. On going, with nails jutting out, jagged pieces of metal, ready to cut, ready to taint. This train went on, the days went on with it.
bouncing along the tracks
going swiftly but slowly
a method of transportation
that has never changed
despite the years
everyone uses it
again and again
an interesting way
to get somewhere
you meet new people
and learn new things.
The landscape whipped by fast and faster,aware of a whistle in the distance I watched as the train carried my beyond all I dreamed possible through dreams to a future unknown.
Last travelled by train 8years ago.I dispise it really!
As we sat waiting for the train to pass, I started to count the cars. One, two, three, and on and on they went. “How long can one train be?” I wondered to myself.
There was a fat man running down the road. He was out of breath when he looked up.
“Oh dear,” he said.
A train hit him. How sad. :(
His thoughts were a train wreck, jumbled bits of memories twisted and smoking in the pile of rumble that was his mind.
Watching the lime green blur pass me as I went speeding through the countyside. It made me feel slightly sick. I could hear the wind as it whistled pass the train, making it shake a bit. “great” I mumbled, motion sickness was the last thing I needed this early on in my four hour trip that has only just started.
watching the green blur pass me as I went speeding through the countyside. that was the only good thing about the visits to Nana. the view on the way. as i got off the train, I missed that view.
a train of thoughts flurried through my mind. “this is full of risks,” was the main consensus.
nevertheless, it’s worth the effort to take the plunge; it’s time to live my life the way i dream it.
i was heading towards the station. i turned my head to look back at my mother. i could just make out the top of her head. that was it. i boarded the train. “good bye, I love you” i whispered. that was the last time I ever saw her.
Once I went on a train with my friends and it was from Birmingham to London. I went down there in a good mood but came back feeling bad. I always do that. The last time I got a train it was from the centre of Birmingham to near my house, I walked the wrong way talking with a friend and so it took longer to get home but I didn’t really mind.
Train your dog to lick the face off of your enemies. It will be a useful tactic later when they attack you for your golden crisps.
Trust me. You’ll need them for the zombies. It’s their only weakness!
looking out of the window as the countryside goes by – totally green, totally blue – if it was an advert for lloyds bank, you’d complain that it was unrealistic, but that’s how it looked
Trains take you places or they take people away and sometimes they don’t ever bring them back. Life is like a train
i want to train to be a yoga instructor.
The tracks beneath my feet formed a rhythm of clicking and clacking as the train headed on its way. Sunlight peeked through the window, dancing as it would across the shining chrome in mysterious, repeating patterns. A warm wind blew through the window, carrying the salty scent of the sea, as the day died.
The train
kept on going,
through the dark tunnel,
wind passing it by
faster than the light
coming through at the end.
And somehow it stops,
from going 100 miles an hour
in a dark tunnel,
to a busy street corner,
and back again.
keep moving, keep moving. Full steam ahead. I know I look efficient but I promise, I’m dead.
I went to the first day of my new job at Mcdonalds. The trainer was a middle aged man who reminded me slightly of Don Knotts. As he taught me what was certain to occupy much of my summer, I could only think of her.
As I stare out this train’s window, I see my old park down the block along with the other houses I once lived in. At every stop, I see my city. I see apart of me. I see who I used to be, as my memories recollect and I begin to reminisce. It’s at this moment, at this hour I allow myself to relive the being I was.
The train rolled by my station this morning. I was late and never got to see the train. Hopefully tomorrow I may have a chance to see the train roll by. Hopefully.
I slapped my hand across the seat of my trousers and looked out the window. Electric light poles rushed past. I had to scan my eyes quickly just to get a glance at a herd of cattle whipping by.
Strawberry scented, lemon laced, chilly charcoal thoughts churn, billowing bible black marshmellow white puffs of smoke as they train inside my brain.
its a thing that we use to get around. i enjoy riding on them because they are relaxing and it is a good time to be alone with your thoughts. they are however expensive
As I board the train of life, I am posed with many questions. Will I make it through? Will I be delayed? Will I become what I need to?
The answer to these questions lies only within myself. I am the conductor of my destiny.
“All aboard!” yelled the train conductor. Brian nervously made his way to his seat, where he was about to embark on the most daring adventure he’d ever come across: college.
“Ah, where is it…seat 4D. Here it is.”, Daniel muttered to himself.
she stood on the tracks, her hands curled in fists.
The chilly breeze whippped her long black hair against her rosy cheeks.
she took a final breath, the scent of pine filling her thoughts,
as the bullet like train sped up, soon taking her with it.
She remembered the first time she met him, when he called her
‘mustang girl’. then she remembered why she was standing on these tracks,
waiting for the train to come, where he would be sitting on it, cluelessly.
Pang. she was gone, in heaven with the mustangs
train! speeding through the valley! swooshing through the tunnel! training my thoughts training my body…bigger faster stronger better everyday in everyway!
she stepped off the platform and onto the train, and looked back at sam, as he chased after her, his brown eyes brimming with tears..
tears of sorrow tears of pain, she took her seat, holding back the tears, and the train started rattling off on its tracks, as she looked out the window and sam, sam sprinting next to the train at her window.
was she hallucinating? no
this horrid pain was real
i hop on
board and take a ride
across the city
towards lights and stars and
marker tops,
pencil caps,
licorice candies–
all lined up like skyscrapers
The trains. They come, those metal bullets rushing into the station. The noise, it used to bother me. Now it numbs. I can’t remember a time, when I didn’t know the trains. And the trains didn’t know me.
i tookm a train today, and thats how my story starts…
i cant remember when,
i cant remember where..
all i can rember is i enjoyed it then
i wish i could take a train to visit my boyfriend. i miss him so much. he lives 15 hours away in canada. i know it sounds silly…but i think he’s the one.
the word is train, again? it was train just a minute ago, and i took the option to write about trains, like the choo choo kind, but i believe i’d prefer to write about train as a verb, as in, to train, which sounds far more pleasurable than the choo choo variety.
train, train, go so fast, take us away…
I always hear that when I travel nowadays… Her voice lingering in the air around me as I gaze out the window and watch the world pass me by, a flash of bright yellow catches my eye by the railing… but when I blink the image vanishes.
speeding down the tracks carrying all the innocent bystanders who believe in the metal harbinger of transportation and reliability to bring them to their desired location. Speeding down the tracks, speeding.
train under water bright eyes i love them i love my best friends summer 2010 will be the best yet i love it it hasn’t even been a week yet i need to go to sleep i work tomorrow okay i’m leaving kbye i kid my time isn’t up oh i kid it’s up now k bye :D
Perpetual motion. Departure, direction and arrival. Where are you going? It is predetermined by the fate of the train. Hopefully you find yourself in a safe locale.
As the train went on, the days went on with it, scattered like a scar on a forgotten terrain. On going, with nails jutting out, jagged pieces of metal, ready to cut, ready to taint. This train went on, the days went on with it.
bouncing along the tracks
going swiftly but slowly
a method of transportation
that has never changed
despite the years
everyone uses it
again and again
an interesting way
to get somewhere
you meet new people
and learn new things.
I had a dream you and I ran walked passed each other in the hall on the way to our rooms; each alone on a train ride to somewhere unknown.
The landscape whipped by fast and faster,aware of a whistle in the distance I watched as the train carried my beyond all I dreamed possible through dreams to a future unknown.