Think about it this way; she would not wander from another place to another whether it be whose bed is she spending the night today or whose face she recalls every time she’s with someone new. She wouldn’t experience such a transient way of living if only she had not left home and derailed out of her morals.
the train derailed off the track. ,the people inside screamed. they didn’t know what had happened. Perhaps the drinks they had a few moments earlier ditrcted them.. Then the screams started, sould were leaving peoples bodies.
The pull of cable beckoned her to focus on her repairs. Space debris was serious business, of course, but it was no match for the spectacular view of Earth from here. Their orders were to return to base in two days. But with at least a week’s worth of oxygen left and her eyes glued to the outline of North America, Captain Bethany Lewis decided to extend the mission a few days more.
The conversation had gotten off track. “Okay, will you just stick to the subject.”
“What is the subject?”
“It’s like you’re not listening at all.”
“No, no, I was, I was, I just… I lost track of what we were talking about really.”
it was a sunny day everything was going perfectly fine . then out of no where a As we were riding on the train all of a sudden the train derailed and we were cut of the track by a tornado.
It was this night that he will always remember. One thing happened after another, and after another. He did not realize how much he could take until this night occurred. What it did to him was derail his mind, and cause him to kill everyone in the house. When he woke up, he looked upon the grisly sight.
I had derailed from my path, like runaway train I was bound for doom. Yet as if my life was in some invisible tracks, I ahead there with open arms knowing that in the end, my burning twisted body would be it.
Suddenly the train was derailed. Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion as the train headed down at 100mph towards the ocean. The cliffs were passing in the flicker or an eye. Was I about to die? I blinked. And I was no longer falling. The train was no where in sight. What just happened?
Life sometimes derails for few people who have high dreams. Not just high end dreamers but also every man in this globe has some amount of expectation. It is something that a man will experience throughout his life
I woke from a dream and felt as though I had run for days. Maybe weeks. I’ve only slept for a few hours, but I know I have to keep moving. They’re behind me. They’re always behind me. I’m not sure what that train was carrying, but of all the trains to have derailed, that’s the one that ended the world.
derailed dreams. there’s an alliteration. but there is nothing more on dreams that i can talk about. the dreams have all withered and blown away in the winds. no new dreams are blooming. what are we without dreams?
He ran and ran and panted as he ran. There was no time. The train, it was going to crash, it was going to derail. It couldn’t. It couldn’t be on him. Not this time. He saw it in a dream and he knew the switch to pull but he couldn’t run fast enough. There was no time. Plumes of smoke billowed in the night before the sound of the crash caught up to your ears.
derailed i think of a violent ruckus. head shake cosmically and flipped over the metal with the ringing in your ears. but i imagine it lifts. quiet pause and the world floats. things smell like grey blue and you float too.
The feeling of lurching like you’re going to fall, like you’re going to slam into the person in front of you and you can’t do anything about it, the screeching sound of warping metal, hard and loud in your ears, confusion and shouts and screams of terror and–
i dont know what this word means. i really wish i did, however. makes me feel abit… you know.. bad about myself. maybe i need to set my priorites straight. i do have a dictionary roght behind me, i could search it up, if i wanted to. then again, if i havent come across this word ever, maybe i just dont need to know it. if i come across it later in life, ill do something about it. i just dont have any reason to know it right now, and i am accepting this. its not time for me to know yet. i just dont want to know now, but a time will come. i do have goals of reading the dictionary; i want to achieve this goal sooner or later, but for now, its 12:42 AM, im tired. i came home not too long ago from watching “miracle mile” with one of my good friends, raquel. shes 22, and im 16. yeah. i know. age gap. a lot of people dont think im 16 but i think its cool how i fit in so well. it makes me want to age a couple of years so i could do 22 yearold things, but i also know i have to cherish my youth. i have no idea where this is going, not sure who will read this, but i think think this is a good time for me to introduce myself. i am sasha, aka premiere, or sashpremiere, but yah. derailed.
the train was derailed from the track. Only moments ago was the hapy family in the back on their way to a wedding. Their plans however have changed. All of the passengers must camp out to wait for the paramedics to arrive for the injured. The family exits the train, not a scratch on them. The other
Sometimes plans get derailed, and you’re left to your devices to react. Quick thinking, leap on your feet, get moving. But for some, it’s just not that easy. We need structure, a guideline, or how else will we get by? Some of us like our boxes — we don’t want to get lost in the fray.
I derailed my life. I had this plan, this path that I was supposed to walk, and one mistake and it all fell apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. How is it possible that one decision can cause such a huge chain reaction that nothing is like I ever imagined? How is it that it came to be this way?
Something that shouldn’t happen to a train, but our trains of thought derail all of the time. We wait for something to bring them back on track, but it never seems to happen. We think, they’ll get back on track somehow. They never do, they just scatter on and on like a ripple affect in a pool of water, heading from one end to the other of the pond.
A heavyset man in a crisp white suit sat and watched the skytrains rumble outside his office. His desk was positioned directly opposite a grand floor-to-ceiling bank of windows, giving him a perfect view of the metropolitan docking stations, of their elegantly spiraling silver “rails” flowing out into the sky, and most of all, of the trains themselves– strange fluid engines that appeared more molten than machine, technology that blurred the line between automated and alive.
He was pondering this when the room intercom light blinked on, washing the white decor with a deep blue glow, and a splash of hasty clattering static from the speakers.
“Sir,” a voice immediately sputtered into the air, just as shaky as it was awestruck, “–Train #0076 has derailed.”
At this the suited man sat up straight, his eyes widening. “Derailed?” he repeated simply, as if he was convincing himself it was true. He was used to surprise news, but this…
“Yessir,” came the jittery reply.
He let himself sink back into his chair, unsure whether to worry or wonder, especially since the latter was already flooding him. A skytrain derailing was no ordinary situation, nor was it an accident. It was, instead, a rare and incredible incident when a particular train disengaged itself from its winding rail… and began to float along its own invisible path, entirely unprogrammed. To see one derailing a year was incredibly lucky, but the event was so unique– and so important to those who studied such inexplicable technological behavior– that it was constantly whispered about by those inside the industry, and the possibility never left anyone’s head entirely.
To think, that it was happening right now–
“I’ll be right there,” he spoke, and turned off the intercom channel, the only blue left in the room caught in his eyes. They turned to face the windows once more, and then he jumped up from his chair without a second glance, and rushed out the door.
I had tried desperately to keep the talking light at the dinner table, but the conversation about trains and makeshift tool sets quickly derailed into an argument about the United States’ crumbling infrastructure, which then haphazardly spiraled into a shouting match about the minimum wage, which ultimately resulted in my mumbling an “Excuse me” from my seat and heading to the bathroom as soon as my aunt started howling about all the “illegals” coming in to take “Americans’ hard-earned” jobs.
The train derailed. It didn’t stutter, it didn’t stammer, it didn’t falter. It just stopped. The passengers inside clutched hands and purses and poles, looking around frantically.
i think about my way, my life and one boring day like today. Although have manything to do but why i dont want to do anything. not lazy, not motivation
The joke came at the worst time. As the two women laughed and their serious demeanour was derailed, they had a temporary lapse in sympathy. The furniture had tilted the lot and threatened to twist the metal. But lost in the glee, the two comedians revelled in selfish consideration.
The mahogany table fell off the track as the train did a dance around the car lot. Screeching horror came at a terminal stop. The earth did its best to reduce the casualties but life, plants and organisms, had been run over. The joke had lost its place.
derailed
her hair was disheveled
and her teeth were cooked
and she walked curved
in circular river motions
veering left and right
as she shook
pennies falling out of her pocket
pencils falling out of her coat
she walked halfway across the street
then turned sharply
on the zebra crossing
and went left
out of control, thrown off, lost suddenly, like going backwards but worse because you dont know how to get out of it whereas when you came form it you know
It was your average Monday morning, but Claire sensed today wasn’t going to go her way. She woke up peacefully just seconds before her alarm. Rocky didn’t decide to shit by the backdoor. Her car wasn’t trapped under a pile of snow. There was no line at Starbucks and to top it off they spelt her name correctly. She waited for the train that morning rather than, all out sprinting to catch it. There were no delays. She got a seat to herself. And an adorable happy baby sat a few rows aheadof her; far enough away that she could enjoy his presence. “Humph,” she muddled confused. And then there it was. The train derailed full speed right off the tracks, and as people cry out in pain, luggage flying through the air, screeching metal screaming for help, her hot americano burning her flesh as she’s tossed from her seat and slammed against what she assumes is the ceiling…. All she can think is “I told you Claire, today isn’t going to be a good day.”
For 3 years, she thought they were on the same train to the same direction. She ignored all his jokes about getting off to another place and finally she found they are not just jokes. Then she jumped.
She never thought her life could go this wrong. She never thought that she’d wake up one morning, begging for help; begging for the love of her life to come back. Her life was derailed, but that wasn’t even what hurt most. It was losing him. She felt as if everything was falling apart, and each time she saw his beautiful, neatly sculpted face, she felt sick. Only because she was fully aware of what she didn’t have anymore. Him. She didn’t have him anymore. The one person she wanted. The one person she loved more than anything and was hoping to keep, but he was gone. Far, far away. And the worst part was that he was popular and that traveled with him. When he went on vacations, he was likely to see girls he thought was pretty and they thought he was amazing and handsome. If only I was one of those girls.
a train runs through the forest at a lot of mile per hour. another train swims down a river slightly slower. Aproximately how many wronng turns and bad ideas will it take for the two trains to crash, and desroy their lives?
Think about it this way; she would not wander from another place to another whether it be whose bed is she spending the night today or whose face she recalls every time she’s with someone new. She wouldn’t experience such a transient way of living if only she had not left home and derailed out of her morals.
the train derailed off the track. ,the people inside screamed. they didn’t know what had happened. Perhaps the drinks they had a few moments earlier ditrcted them.. Then the screams started, sould were leaving peoples bodies.
i love lamp
The pull of cable beckoned her to focus on her repairs. Space debris was serious business, of course, but it was no match for the spectacular view of Earth from here. Their orders were to return to base in two days. But with at least a week’s worth of oxygen left and her eyes glued to the outline of North America, Captain Bethany Lewis decided to extend the mission a few days more.
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CRASHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the train car derailed as the young couple was kissing smooch!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
The conversation had gotten off track. “Okay, will you just stick to the subject.”
“What is the subject?”
“It’s like you’re not listening at all.”
“No, no, I was, I was, I just… I lost track of what we were talking about really.”
it was a sunny day everything was going perfectly fine . then out of no where a As we were riding on the train all of a sudden the train derailed and we were cut of the track by a tornado.
It was this night that he will always remember. One thing happened after another, and after another. He did not realize how much he could take until this night occurred. What it did to him was derail his mind, and cause him to kill everyone in the house. When he woke up, he looked upon the grisly sight.
I had derailed from my path, like runaway train I was bound for doom. Yet as if my life was in some invisible tracks, I ahead there with open arms knowing that in the end, my burning twisted body would be it.
Suddenly the train was derailed. Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion as the train headed down at 100mph towards the ocean. The cliffs were passing in the flicker or an eye. Was I about to die? I blinked. And I was no longer falling. The train was no where in sight. What just happened?
WHAT!? I was expecting a different word! I was all pumped up and BAM! Same word. I was derailed! Figure
Life sometimes derails for few people who have high dreams. Not just high end dreamers but also every man in this globe has some amount of expectation. It is something that a man will experience throughout his life
I don’t know what does it mean!
But I guess this is a kind of peneterating, perpetrated.
I woke from a dream and felt as though I had run for days. Maybe weeks. I’ve only slept for a few hours, but I know I have to keep moving. They’re behind me. They’re always behind me. I’m not sure what that train was carrying, but of all the trains to have derailed, that’s the one that ended the world.
derailed dreams. there’s an alliteration. but there is nothing more on dreams that i can talk about. the dreams have all withered and blown away in the winds. no new dreams are blooming. what are we without dreams?
He ran and ran and panted as he ran. There was no time. The train, it was going to crash, it was going to derail. It couldn’t. It couldn’t be on him. Not this time. He saw it in a dream and he knew the switch to pull but he couldn’t run fast enough. There was no time. Plumes of smoke billowed in the night before the sound of the crash caught up to your ears.
Well in last few weeks i found myself derailing the path i was suppose to be walking, thought that it must be temporary
derailed i think of a violent ruckus. head shake cosmically and flipped over the metal with the ringing in your ears. but i imagine it lifts. quiet pause and the world floats. things smell like grey blue and you float too.
The feeling of lurching like you’re going to fall, like you’re going to slam into the person in front of you and you can’t do anything about it, the screeching sound of warping metal, hard and loud in your ears, confusion and shouts and screams of terror and–
i dont know what this word means. i really wish i did, however. makes me feel abit… you know.. bad about myself. maybe i need to set my priorites straight. i do have a dictionary roght behind me, i could search it up, if i wanted to. then again, if i havent come across this word ever, maybe i just dont need to know it. if i come across it later in life, ill do something about it. i just dont have any reason to know it right now, and i am accepting this. its not time for me to know yet. i just dont want to know now, but a time will come. i do have goals of reading the dictionary; i want to achieve this goal sooner or later, but for now, its 12:42 AM, im tired. i came home not too long ago from watching “miracle mile” with one of my good friends, raquel. shes 22, and im 16. yeah. i know. age gap. a lot of people dont think im 16 but i think its cool how i fit in so well. it makes me want to age a couple of years so i could do 22 yearold things, but i also know i have to cherish my youth. i have no idea where this is going, not sure who will read this, but i think think this is a good time for me to introduce myself. i am sasha, aka premiere, or sashpremiere, but yah. derailed.
s*z
1derailed=doing enough removing an Interaction location enough done
Sorry its dumb xD
the train was derailed from the track. Only moments ago was the hapy family in the back on their way to a wedding. Their plans however have changed. All of the passengers must camp out to wait for the paramedics to arrive for the injured. The family exits the train, not a scratch on them. The other
Sometimes plans get derailed, and you’re left to your devices to react. Quick thinking, leap on your feet, get moving. But for some, it’s just not that easy. We need structure, a guideline, or how else will we get by? Some of us like our boxes — we don’t want to get lost in the fray.
I derailed my life. I had this plan, this path that I was supposed to walk, and one mistake and it all fell apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. How is it possible that one decision can cause such a huge chain reaction that nothing is like I ever imagined? How is it that it came to be this way?
Something that shouldn’t happen to a train, but our trains of thought derail all of the time. We wait for something to bring them back on track, but it never seems to happen. We think, they’ll get back on track somehow. They never do, they just scatter on and on like a ripple affect in a pool of water, heading from one end to the other of the pond.
A heavyset man in a crisp white suit sat and watched the skytrains rumble outside his office. His desk was positioned directly opposite a grand floor-to-ceiling bank of windows, giving him a perfect view of the metropolitan docking stations, of their elegantly spiraling silver “rails” flowing out into the sky, and most of all, of the trains themselves– strange fluid engines that appeared more molten than machine, technology that blurred the line between automated and alive.
He was pondering this when the room intercom light blinked on, washing the white decor with a deep blue glow, and a splash of hasty clattering static from the speakers.
“Sir,” a voice immediately sputtered into the air, just as shaky as it was awestruck, “–Train #0076 has derailed.”
At this the suited man sat up straight, his eyes widening. “Derailed?” he repeated simply, as if he was convincing himself it was true. He was used to surprise news, but this…
“Yessir,” came the jittery reply.
He let himself sink back into his chair, unsure whether to worry or wonder, especially since the latter was already flooding him. A skytrain derailing was no ordinary situation, nor was it an accident. It was, instead, a rare and incredible incident when a particular train disengaged itself from its winding rail… and began to float along its own invisible path, entirely unprogrammed. To see one derailing a year was incredibly lucky, but the event was so unique– and so important to those who studied such inexplicable technological behavior– that it was constantly whispered about by those inside the industry, and the possibility never left anyone’s head entirely.
To think, that it was happening right now–
“I’ll be right there,” he spoke, and turned off the intercom channel, the only blue left in the room caught in his eyes. They turned to face the windows once more, and then he jumped up from his chair without a second glance, and rushed out the door.
I had tried desperately to keep the talking light at the dinner table, but the conversation about trains and makeshift tool sets quickly derailed into an argument about the United States’ crumbling infrastructure, which then haphazardly spiraled into a shouting match about the minimum wage, which ultimately resulted in my mumbling an “Excuse me” from my seat and heading to the bathroom as soon as my aunt started howling about all the “illegals” coming in to take “Americans’ hard-earned” jobs.
The train derailed. It didn’t stutter, it didn’t stammer, it didn’t falter. It just stopped. The passengers inside clutched hands and purses and poles, looking around frantically.
i think about my way, my life and one boring day like today. Although have manything to do but why i dont want to do anything. not lazy, not motivation
The joke came at the worst time. As the two women laughed and their serious demeanour was derailed, they had a temporary lapse in sympathy. The furniture had tilted the lot and threatened to twist the metal. But lost in the glee, the two comedians revelled in selfish consideration.
The mahogany table fell off the track as the train did a dance around the car lot. Screeching horror came at a terminal stop. The earth did its best to reduce the casualties but life, plants and organisms, had been run over. The joke had lost its place.
It could’ve gone so PERFECTLY! But it didn’t. The stupid, unsuspecting “hero” ruined all my plans by figureritvly and literal
derailed
her hair was disheveled
and her teeth were cooked
and she walked curved
in circular river motions
veering left and right
as she shook
pennies falling out of her pocket
pencils falling out of her coat
she walked halfway across the street
then turned sharply
on the zebra crossing
and went left
out of control, thrown off, lost suddenly, like going backwards but worse because you dont know how to get out of it whereas when you came form it you know
It was your average Monday morning, but Claire sensed today wasn’t going to go her way. She woke up peacefully just seconds before her alarm. Rocky didn’t decide to shit by the backdoor. Her car wasn’t trapped under a pile of snow. There was no line at Starbucks and to top it off they spelt her name correctly. She waited for the train that morning rather than, all out sprinting to catch it. There were no delays. She got a seat to herself. And an adorable happy baby sat a few rows aheadof her; far enough away that she could enjoy his presence. “Humph,” she muddled confused. And then there it was. The train derailed full speed right off the tracks, and as people cry out in pain, luggage flying through the air, screeching metal screaming for help, her hot americano burning her flesh as she’s tossed from her seat and slammed against what she assumes is the ceiling…. All she can think is “I told you Claire, today isn’t going to be a good day.”
For 3 years, she thought they were on the same train to the same direction. She ignored all his jokes about getting off to another place and finally she found they are not just jokes. Then she jumped.
She never thought her life could go this wrong. She never thought that she’d wake up one morning, begging for help; begging for the love of her life to come back. Her life was derailed, but that wasn’t even what hurt most. It was losing him. She felt as if everything was falling apart, and each time she saw his beautiful, neatly sculpted face, she felt sick. Only because she was fully aware of what she didn’t have anymore. Him. She didn’t have him anymore. The one person she wanted. The one person she loved more than anything and was hoping to keep, but he was gone. Far, far away. And the worst part was that he was popular and that traveled with him. When he went on vacations, he was likely to see girls he thought was pretty and they thought he was amazing and handsome. If only I was one of those girls.
a train runs through the forest at a lot of mile per hour. another train swims down a river slightly slower. Aproximately how many wronng turns and bad ideas will it take for the two trains to crash, and desroy their lives?