A train is very slow and loud and I hate them because they slow down traffic. I have never been on one myself, though I would like to one day. I don’t have much to say about trains, they aren’t my favorite subject. I guess I could also be writing about a TRAIN as in the things that go with wedding dresses. But a train that goes on train tracks was what I first thought of, so whatever!
i already wrote about trains. i guess they only do one word per day. that is dumb because i like to write a lot and 60 seconds per day isn’t that much. trains are cool. sometimes. i never ride them so i wouldn’t know. wow this sixty seconds is long. maybe some people dont have that much to say about trains?
train comes early everytime. one would think that a good thing, but theres no all win situations… not around here. Jill got her ticket and was satisfied to wait for once. The train was late today. There wasn’t anyone in the station. Not a single person to wait except for her.
You couldn’t follow my train of thought even if you tried! I’m derailed, man, straight off the tracks, tipping and rolling to an unset destination, the only thing I know is that I don’t know where I’m going.
emotions slammed into me with the force of an oncoming train. i was out of highschool. finished. about to be throw into that vast adult world full of rushing responsibility. and no one was there to help me. how was i, a teenager still, supposed to cope in that dangerous world?
He inculcated her, subtly, without even meaning to. Just as he spoke, the words poured into her deep subconscious and their were those few precious terms that she would keep and remember and use forever.Once, she thought about it; how it must be to hear your own words come up in the voice of someone else.
It was like the way she trained Xion–something unintentional but so deep, so intense, so lasting. And yet you wouldn’t know it just by looking at him.
she heard the train in the distance, long before she could have seen it. her perception was a sensory overload, clouded by the scent of the rusted archaic tracks beneath her and the gradually increasing loudness of the approaching train. and all this grew until it all went black.
train wreck working on a train track so who’s going to train me? my favorite thing is training plants to vine where I want them. have a trellis almost completely covered
riding on a train. next to Angelina jolie. that would be cool if i got to meet her. the trains in Muncie always making me upset. They always be in the way. Train Train go away come again another day, Novi wants to drive!!! LOL Hmmm trains, planes, automobiles.
I like trains. trains go very fast. they can be used for transportation of cargo or people! Most people think of trains as a way for the elderly to get around but these days many college kids take trains to get into the city! It’s a very different society than it used to be. Where i live there is one train and right now its not running because of the flooding. How sad. Trains are awesome!
i have never been on a train before but i do play pretend with my son that we are choochoo trains we travel all over the house choo choo chucka chuka chuka i used to have a train book when i was younger i think i remember living by a train may be not maybe just my imagination
the way the colors look through the window is almost painful. the thought of going back overtakes you — all you want is to stay forever gone, forever missed, forever far away from what you once thought was all you would ever know.
home is where the heart is, but it’s not quite as beautiful to think that when you remember that the human heart is just a fist wrapped in blood.
My three year old son loves to look at pictures of trains on the internet– which is funny, because in real life, he’s actually kind of afraid of trains that he can get up close and personal with, if they’re loud. But railpictures.net– he’s a big fan. It’s a hobby that we both enjoy!
Convenient and daily means of transportation. Always packed with interesting people going about their own business all while satisfying my never ending taste for people watching.
She’s on a midnight train going anywhere. The epitome of lost. She doesn’t care where she’s going or when she’ll get there, as long as she gets away from him. Yes, that one. You know. The guy she wrapped her heart around. The guy that gave her nothing in return. He doesn’t like trains. It’s all pretty ironic, if you think about it.
our secret that summer was that everyday we’d slip out past the giant yellow house, swishing through shrubs to our hideout along the tracks. todd peed it in once, i remember,but that just added to how disgusting and rebellious we were being.
train is band. trains can also take you places. trains run on coal. amtrak is a type of train. subways are trains too. they go fast. i like trains. training is a thing. atheletes train.
The train moved slowly into the station. The wheels squeaking so high pitched many of the passerby’s winced or held hand to there ears. But those who had been waiting we used to it; they were used to the high pitched noised that the train made.
A train of toys lined my room. it wound around the room, under the bed and over the roof. I thought I heard faint choo chooing sounds as I slept in my cozy bed. I opened my eyes and peered around the room but all I saw was a toy train winding through the room.
theres a music group that goes by the name of train. reminds me of the metro which is really dirty and i wish i didnt have to ride it everyday but it saves me a lot of money and then i think of allison and how my grandma takes her to white flint every weekend so she can ride on the train and have a good time. choo choo conductor blue hat overalls when is this going to be over
the train starts with my fingertips, drawn with fatigue. i struggle to type with one hand as my left arm lay in recovery. the clock dings, but still i type, not complete with my thought. So, stagnant is the train: fingertips to palm, wrist to radius, elbow to shoulder, all attached by a bridging between limb and mass.
i wish i could take a train to take me far far away from thsi place. Take me places i´ve never been. Discover things that make me realized all the things I have forgaotten they existed or never really knew they were here!
train yourself well now, every day a step closer. train yourself to love, to be that diamond, to be that vortex, that respite. train yourself well now, you’ll be weary sometimes and lonely too, but have yourself to come back to.
Train to run, to sleep, to swim, to push, to cry, to work, to dedicate, to be, to watch, to listen, to listen well, to speak, to enjoy, to stay present, to wonder, to excite, to incite, to be patient, to hold strong, to desire.
There was a train separating him and the next world. A train that stretched forever, taking her further and further away. That was how messed up this situation was – it wasn’t that he couldn’t get there, or that he was incapable of getting to the other side, it was just that there was a train where it shouldn’t be by now…!
The long, winding train slugged its way down the track. Chug. Chug. Glug. My forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, from which I gazed with a glazed look – will we ever arrive? Something smells like cigarettes, but that’s impossible – it’s a non-smoking train.
I was on the train, getting ready to leave the one place I felt truly in love with. “I have to come back,” I thought to myself. “This is where my happiness lies.”
a train is a mode of transportation. they are very fascinating. their connecting network of rail tracks amuse me. they are super amazing to ride in as you can enjoy the picturescque view and travel at a good speed too. trains are a great invention of the mankind.
It was a long train ride and I had too much to think about; the friendship I had destroyed, the boy waiting for me in Virginia, and the city I was leaving behind. Too much. I loved it.
Once again, it was September and Kings Cross was packed. Not just with the regular crowd, but with teenagers and pre-teens, some asking where they can find Platform 9 3/4. The newbies eventually find their way and start their first leg of adventure, just by stepping onto the Hogwarts Express.
Naomi got on the train just as it pulled away. She was happy that she was finally getting awayf rom the horrid place that had taken away 16 years of her life but, the father away she got the more home sick she felt. Something deep inside her didn’t want he to leave.
The long train of her dress slowly and delicately trailed on the floor behind her, beauty following her down the long aisle way. She held the flowers in her hands with pride, and I had never seen her so beautiful. Tears streamed down her seemingly perfect face, and happiness swelled in a heart that had been many a times broken. She had never felt so complete.
the train was earsplitting as it bounded down the rusty tracks. The brakes squealed in terror as it failed to come to a stop, and my little brother failed to jump off the tracks in time.
I don’t really like the feelings that you inspire in me. I’m not sure why I even bother getting worked up. I wish I could train myself to see you as insignificant, which you rightfully should be in my life. I’m tired of being the diplomatic doormat.
The train rolled away, and I ran to the middle of the tracks to perfectly frame your leaving in my mind, like a picture that I will pull up whenever I need reassurance. You’ve left my life and I am whole and I am better, and now I have that memory embedded into my brain. The train rolling away with you on it, and me safely left behind.
The train pulled in with a screech and a puff of smoke that billowed throughout the platform. Bodies slowly drifted on board, some turning and looking back, some simply focusing ahead. All were headed somewhere, though very few of them knew for sure where that was.
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A train is very slow and loud and I hate them because they slow down traffic. I have never been on one myself, though I would like to one day. I don’t have much to say about trains, they aren’t my favorite subject. I guess I could also be writing about a TRAIN as in the things that go with wedding dresses. But a train that goes on train tracks was what I first thought of, so whatever!
I hear that train a comin’ and I want to ride
take me where you will
I’m tired of standing still
I hear that train a comin’ and I want to ride
i already wrote about trains. i guess they only do one word per day. that is dumb because i like to write a lot and 60 seconds per day isn’t that much. trains are cool. sometimes. i never ride them so i wouldn’t know. wow this sixty seconds is long. maybe some people dont have that much to say about trains?
train comes early everytime. one would think that a good thing, but theres no all win situations… not around here. Jill got her ticket and was satisfied to wait for once. The train was late today. There wasn’t anyone in the station. Not a single person to wait except for her.
travel
scenery
love
friendship
talk
You couldn’t follow my train of thought even if you tried! I’m derailed, man, straight off the tracks, tipping and rolling to an unset destination, the only thing I know is that I don’t know where I’m going.
emotions slammed into me with the force of an oncoming train. i was out of highschool. finished. about to be throw into that vast adult world full of rushing responsibility. and no one was there to help me. how was i, a teenager still, supposed to cope in that dangerous world?
He inculcated her, subtly, without even meaning to. Just as he spoke, the words poured into her deep subconscious and their were those few precious terms that she would keep and remember and use forever.Once, she thought about it; how it must be to hear your own words come up in the voice of someone else.
It was like the way she trained Xion–something unintentional but so deep, so intense, so lasting. And yet you wouldn’t know it just by looking at him.
she heard the train in the distance, long before she could have seen it. her perception was a sensory overload, clouded by the scent of the rusted archaic tracks beneath her and the gradually increasing loudness of the approaching train. and all this grew until it all went black.
train wreck working on a train track so who’s going to train me? my favorite thing is training plants to vine where I want them. have a trellis almost completely covered
riding on a train. next to Angelina jolie. that would be cool if i got to meet her. the trains in Muncie always making me upset. They always be in the way. Train Train go away come again another day, Novi wants to drive!!! LOL Hmmm trains, planes, automobiles.
I like trains. trains go very fast. they can be used for transportation of cargo or people! Most people think of trains as a way for the elderly to get around but these days many college kids take trains to get into the city! It’s a very different society than it used to be. Where i live there is one train and right now its not running because of the flooding. How sad. Trains are awesome!
i have never been on a train before but i do play pretend with my son that we are choochoo trains we travel all over the house choo choo chucka chuka chuka i used to have a train book when i was younger i think i remember living by a train may be not maybe just my imagination
the way the colors look through the window is almost painful. the thought of going back overtakes you — all you want is to stay forever gone, forever missed, forever far away from what you once thought was all you would ever know.
home is where the heart is, but it’s not quite as beautiful to think that when you remember that the human heart is just a fist wrapped in blood.
My three year old son loves to look at pictures of trains on the internet– which is funny, because in real life, he’s actually kind of afraid of trains that he can get up close and personal with, if they’re loud. But railpictures.net– he’s a big fan. It’s a hobby that we both enjoy!
Convenient and daily means of transportation. Always packed with interesting people going about their own business all while satisfying my never ending taste for people watching.
She’s on a midnight train going anywhere. The epitome of lost. She doesn’t care where she’s going or when she’ll get there, as long as she gets away from him. Yes, that one. You know. The guy she wrapped her heart around. The guy that gave her nothing in return. He doesn’t like trains. It’s all pretty ironic, if you think about it.
our secret that summer was that everyday we’d slip out past the giant yellow house, swishing through shrubs to our hideout along the tracks. todd peed it in once, i remember,but that just added to how disgusting and rebellious we were being.
train is band. trains can also take you places. trains run on coal. amtrak is a type of train. subways are trains too. they go fast. i like trains. training is a thing. atheletes train.
The train moved slowly into the station. The wheels squeaking so high pitched many of the passerby’s winced or held hand to there ears. But those who had been waiting we used to it; they were used to the high pitched noised that the train made.
Yard Ape
A train of toys lined my room. it wound around the room, under the bed and over the roof. I thought I heard faint choo chooing sounds as I slept in my cozy bed. I opened my eyes and peered around the room but all I saw was a toy train winding through the room.
theres a music group that goes by the name of train. reminds me of the metro which is really dirty and i wish i didnt have to ride it everyday but it saves me a lot of money and then i think of allison and how my grandma takes her to white flint every weekend so she can ride on the train and have a good time. choo choo conductor blue hat overalls when is this going to be over
the train starts with my fingertips, drawn with fatigue. i struggle to type with one hand as my left arm lay in recovery. the clock dings, but still i type, not complete with my thought. So, stagnant is the train: fingertips to palm, wrist to radius, elbow to shoulder, all attached by a bridging between limb and mass.
i wish i could take a train to take me far far away from thsi place. Take me places i´ve never been. Discover things that make me realized all the things I have forgaotten they existed or never really knew they were here!
train yourself well now, every day a step closer. train yourself to love, to be that diamond, to be that vortex, that respite. train yourself well now, you’ll be weary sometimes and lonely too, but have yourself to come back to.
Train to run, to sleep, to swim, to push, to cry, to work, to dedicate, to be, to watch, to listen, to listen well, to speak, to enjoy, to stay present, to wonder, to excite, to incite, to be patient, to hold strong, to desire.
There was a train separating him and the next world. A train that stretched forever, taking her further and further away. That was how messed up this situation was – it wasn’t that he couldn’t get there, or that he was incapable of getting to the other side, it was just that there was a train where it shouldn’t be by now…!
The long, winding train slugged its way down the track. Chug. Chug. Glug. My forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, from which I gazed with a glazed look – will we ever arrive? Something smells like cigarettes, but that’s impossible – it’s a non-smoking train.
I was on the train, getting ready to leave the one place I felt truly in love with. “I have to come back,” I thought to myself. “This is where my happiness lies.”
a train is a mode of transportation. they are very fascinating. their connecting network of rail tracks amuse me. they are super amazing to ride in as you can enjoy the picturescque view and travel at a good speed too. trains are a great invention of the mankind.
It was a long train ride and I had too much to think about; the friendship I had destroyed, the boy waiting for me in Virginia, and the city I was leaving behind. Too much. I loved it.
Once again, it was September and Kings Cross was packed. Not just with the regular crowd, but with teenagers and pre-teens, some asking where they can find Platform 9 3/4. The newbies eventually find their way and start their first leg of adventure, just by stepping onto the Hogwarts Express.
Naomi got on the train just as it pulled away. She was happy that she was finally getting awayf rom the horrid place that had taken away 16 years of her life but, the father away she got the more home sick she felt. Something deep inside her didn’t want he to leave.
The long train of her dress slowly and delicately trailed on the floor behind her, beauty following her down the long aisle way. She held the flowers in her hands with pride, and I had never seen her so beautiful. Tears streamed down her seemingly perfect face, and happiness swelled in a heart that had been many a times broken. She had never felt so complete.
didn’t I write about this yesterday?
the train was earsplitting as it bounded down the rusty tracks. The brakes squealed in terror as it failed to come to a stop, and my little brother failed to jump off the tracks in time.
I don’t really like the feelings that you inspire in me. I’m not sure why I even bother getting worked up. I wish I could train myself to see you as insignificant, which you rightfully should be in my life. I’m tired of being the diplomatic doormat.
The train rolled away, and I ran to the middle of the tracks to perfectly frame your leaving in my mind, like a picture that I will pull up whenever I need reassurance. You’ve left my life and I am whole and I am better, and now I have that memory embedded into my brain. The train rolling away with you on it, and me safely left behind.
The train pulled in with a screech and a puff of smoke that billowed throughout the platform. Bodies slowly drifted on board, some turning and looking back, some simply focusing ahead. All were headed somewhere, though very few of them knew for sure where that was.