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I couldn’t believe how slow the train seemed to come. I wanted to be done with this place. Done with the horrors of this part of my life, but the train just refused to come. It was as if it was mocking me, expressing how I could never leave my past behind. I hated it for that. Before the train even arrived at the station I hated it for telling me what I already knew.
By Bridgette URL on 06.15.2011
I ran as fast as I could watching the white cloud of steam rise to the sky from the locomotive, I knew this would be the chance of a lifetime, I just had to get onto the train. It was moving fast and as I was about to give up someone reached out from an open compartment and gave me a hand, I took the man’s hand and started the adventure of a lifetime.
By Hayley on 06.15.2011
I stepped on the train, it was empty except for a young woman, near my age, who sat in the very front reading cosmopolitan. she didn’t look up when I boarded. She had her cat sitting beside her in a cage; I wondered how far she was going.
By Kathryn URL on 06.15.2011
The train was a hideous looking beast; black and bronze-laden like an effigy of Bastet. She rode shamelessly across the dawn sky, illuminated by its orange glare.
By Elizabeth Lemon on 06.15.2011
I sat in a train once when i was a child with my parents. The most enthralling experience of my life-when i was 7 god knows it was great. It was a 24 hour ride form Islamad to Karachi and believe me i didnt close my eyes for a seccond.
By Mayam on 06.15.2011
The one I missed after bashing into the wall?
I wonder how long it will be until trains are obsolete. They run in straight lines, on a track… they’re pretty crude compared to other transportation.
Another 100 years maybe? How long until people decide they’re not worth maintaining?
By Noisy Quiet URL on 06.15.2011
The train comes ever closer, the horn blaring, the lights blinding. You cannot tell if the tracks are shaking below you, or if it is your own body. You try to act calm as it closes in, you feel the wind whip at your hair and try to float away. The train, however, has different plans. A painful crunch and you’re slammed against the front…everything goes black.
By Elly URL on 06.15.2011
I took the train when i was little all over germany to visit my family who lived over there. I love trains they are fast and big and shiny. My friend wants to conduct a train when he gets bigger. he wants to be on a big shiny blue train. i said he should go to france where the trains are blue
By Adrienne on 06.15.2011
I love trains. I always become someone else when I’m on a train. It’s like magic. I look at the people, and sometimes they look at me, and everyone is real. Everyone is the center of their own little universe, yet the universes only touch when we’re together, on that train ride, and the never again. Perhaps life is like a train… we all go together, touch each other, yet we’re kind of alone too.
By Annie on 06.15.2011
its a very nice, fast moving thingy tht goes very fast and slow for a moving object that carries people on theire way to new york to see there dead doggs ;( because of pollution that they cause it is the dea dogs fault that the trains hav a bad reputation stupid dogs
By taufairy on 06.15.2011
i hopped onto the train with just my suitcase under my arm. nothing else but myself and that ugly bag containing nothing more than a few shirts, pairs of jeans, and socks. my converse sneakers slammed against the hard floor and i sat down in an empty booth. i was ready for anything. goodbye, small town. hello, city.
By EJ URL on 06.15.2011
A place to think, watch, rest, escape. Sometimes a rude and unwelcome interruption through a beautiful blanket of nature; others, the perfect finishing touch to a deserted country skyline.
By Olivia on 06.15.2011
The first thing I thought of when I saw the word ‘train’ was, I just wrote about this yesterday. A few seconds later I thought of training. What can I write about training? I’ve never had any karate training or dance training. Perhaps I’ve had some driving training but that hasn’t taken me anywhere. I’m still stuck mooching rides from my parents or taking public transportation such as the bus and the train.
Ah the train, we come back to the original meaning I’d thought of. It’s such a nice invention you know? You can get from say, San Jose to downtown San Francisco in about an hour. Lovely isn’t it?
At the same time the train can end your life, leave you broken, gasping for the last breathes of life while for another person, taking them to the promised land of freedom.
Freight trains taken from the dangerous countrysides of Chiapas to the up most reaches of northern Mexico.
Lovely, lovely little inventions.
By Karla URL on 06.15.2011
Trains go fast. Trains remind me of oldtime movies when people bought a one way ticket and left. I want to go on a train. A train going somewhere far, not just a tiny train ride. There’s trains at disney world that take you around the park. I’ve never actually been on a train that’s taken me somewhere. Train’s also remind me of the holocaust but lets not think about that.
By Tiffany on 06.15.2011
The train at the train station went to the wrong place. I wanted to go to San Francisco but instead it took me to San Jose. It seems that I took the wrong train, the train that I was supposed to take was the red one. When indecisively I took the blue one. That is not what I had in mind!
By Daisy on 06.15.2011
The train sped toward us, coming closer and closer as the station neared in proximity. The wind rushed by, sweeping the hair out of our faces. We felt alive. We felt free.
By Tara Harbison on 06.15.2011
i have always wanted to take a train across the country. many people have relayed to me that traveling by train is one of the most relaxing and exciting ways to travel. if i could take a train across the country i would make many stops and i would be sure to experience this with my family.
By Gabby on 06.15.2011
there was a blue train coming my way, it had a load of strawberries on it. Strawberries were the only fruit i liked.
By emily on 06.15.2011
Last time I was here I typed about a train station… how odd.
I’ve never been on a train and hope to ride one someday just for the experience.
I hope I will, I hope I will,I hope I will! x]
By Yuki URL on 06.15.2011
trains are so empowering and they are so strong. when one rides on a train they feel powerful and happy while and empowered. I hope that some day will be able to ride on a train
By Becky on 06.15.2011
there was a fat ass person riding on a bigpurple train. he liked twinkies alot…so he ate all the twinkies in the world!!!! he had fun riding on the train because he didnt have to walk. he liked garages and pineapples, too. he liked toys with large red buttons, also. having fun on the train was the highlight of his life.
By celia(: on 06.15.2011
The train passed the station on a cold winter night in Alaska. It felt like years since we have seen the sun, felt the embrace of its warm rays of light. I sat on the bench in the cold darkness, waiting for the light to return.
By Jordan C. URL on 06.15.2011
I went on a train. I feel that this train will never end. It just goes and goes. It’s almost as though its never going to end. I wish it would stop. I would love to sleep. But I feel the world is running by.
By Alyssa on 06.15.2011
There’s nothing I love more (almost) then watching the train as it approaches the station. There’s something about it. Romantic, nostalgic, something. Maybe it’s the old-fashioned guy in me speaking. I should have been born a trainspotter:)
By Adam URL on 06.15.2011
loud, mind boggling, and earsplitting, the train raced down the railroad track. I watched as it failed to slow down, and my baby sister failed to jump off the track in time.
By IvyL. URL on 06.15.2011
Traveling on a train. A pretentious object invented for the travel of wealthy dog owners, and prestigious politics. A place for them to get secretly drunk off of expensive bubbly, that they don’t even like the taste of, but will force down their throats to appear more sophisticated.
By Kaylee on 06.15.2011
The train is moving fast, faster than I imagined it would. But as it approached, surprisingly it started slowing down, like in slow motion. I thought about my life, my dreams, my friends. Nothing mattered now. The train came as fast as it had before, and made my world black. Finally I felt like I was home.
By Alegría URL on 06.15.2011
Trains always make me feel free. The big windows, the world whizzing past in a blur. You can get up and walk on a train. Go to a creepy bathroom if you so choose. Not like a bus that’s designed to confine you next to scary people and keep everyone looking in the same direction, in the same position with little to no reprieve for hours at a time.
By Lydia J. URL on 06.15.2011
Once upon a time, there was a little girl .This little girl was named Isabel. One day, she got on a train. Unfortunately, the train crashed because of a terrorist’s bomb, and she died. The terrorists won. The end. :(
By Isabel URL on 06.15.2011
The train sped down the tracks. I saw my life flash before my eyes as the silver bullet of death raced toward my face against the cool autumn red and gold and the dark October sky.
By Alan on 06.15.2011
Long thin slender body
A puff of smoke
Polluting the air
Polluting the beauty
You chug through the countryside
Like a knife through my heart
Cold, clinical, mechanical
No one said it was natural.
By overembellished on 06.15.2011
today i went on a train, which was taking me to venice. on that train i had the pleasure of meeting some backpackers, who were taking a tour of europe. there were two girls, and a guy. we hit it off quickly, and decided to make plans to tour the city together, and i decided to postpone the rest of my trip and follow them along.
By Kristin on 06.15.2011
She watched him go. Again. It wasn’t the first time. At least, the first time she’d seen HIM go. It was a classic act, a familiar site. She’s watched memory after memory fade into the distance, its hand waving out the window, the train’s steam and whistle fulfill the last seconds of their parting. Half the time she didn’t even know it was goodbye. But it’s a one way track. No train can turn around again.
By Kate Fry on 06.15.2011
oh merely but a train of thought, but there much power behind this thought. by might of word and by might of force. where is the distinction presented? a train of thought-unstoppable
By Steven on 06.15.2011
The wind blew my hair back as I stood on Platform 9 3/4. I was going to a magical place, one I had never before seen, or really heard of, for that matter. I was going to Hogwarts.
The train pulled into the station, and wizards and witches of all ages gathered to board. Being muggle-born, I simply followed, not knowing what to do.
As I took my seat, an odd blue-haired girl sat next to me. I took a breath and introduced myself. She moved away. I didn’t care.
I was off to Hogwarts, the most magical place in the world, the place I had only dreamed about. Finally, I would belong.
The train roared down the train tracks with a rumbling fury. I stare in awe at the several cars following. Growing up where there are no trains, it’s a mighty wonder to me. The train wails and steams and rushes on until it’s out of sight.
By Abigail on 06.15.2011
The train ride lasts too long. But unlike normal people, listening to music for an hour and thirty minutes is enough entertainment for me. Days like this let me enjoy music without any other distraction. Days I go to Chicago, that is.
By chartreusebuttons URL on 06.15.2011
A train rumbled down the track towards the old deserted train station. three people were waiting on the deck.
By Patti on 06.15.2011
I sat down in the train and watched as the scenery went by. In my mind, I thought, i wonder what Harry Potter was thinking as he sat in his train rides towards Hogwarts. The first year, entering an unknown world which he has only just discovered. And his last year, did he even sit on the train? But entering a place of which he knows, impending doom.
By Jasmine on 06.15.2011
As the train left the station the woman wept. How could she survive without the love of her life? What if he never comes back? As her thoughts began to pour out of her in the form of tears she pulled herself together and walked away, and that was the last time she ever saw him.
By Aimee on 06.15.2011