I stood on the rail road tracks. I think I was in some sort of dream. I could see a train coming up ahead. It’s whistle blowing every few seconds, getting closer by the minute. I was overcome by insane fear.
‘I gotta move!’ I thought.
I tried to move my legs, trust me, I really did. They wouldn’t budge. Now I KNOW I was in some sort of dream. Panic rose in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream. Nothing. I couldn’t blink, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move a muscle.
I watched the train come closer, a sudden calmness coming over me. I could see a guy in the window, a guy without a face. He just stood there, blood running down his shirt. His hand not even reaching for the brakes.
I braced myself, chug chug chug chug. I close my eyes.
Wait, I don’t want to die! I snapped them open, too late. I felt nothing, thought nothing, saw nothing…………………
I stood outside the railroad station waiting for the last train to nowhere. I dreaded going back home. I had failed. Now I was returning to my childhood home, defeated.
they say that the best spots to own in monopoly are the four railroads, i don’t know why, but I’m sure it takes some complicated math thing to work out the chance of landing on those positions and the money you get from them. I am also reminded of the old tune “I’ve been working on the railroad” which has a really catchy tune and is now stuck in my head, what a shame.
We’re still gazing at the abandoned railroad when I say, “We were talking about how we were appointed for something, something we didn’t want to do.”
Kate bites her lips and struggles to keep her voice even, “I need you to tell me everything you remember, Mia.”
I turn to her and say, “I just did.”
Kate, Brook, Eric, and I are waiting for our bus that will take us to a destination that they said might help me regain my memory. I have doubts, but don’t share them.
“I thought it was a black-out today,” I say aloud, carefully avoiding Eric and his gaze, which I’ve been doing since I arrived at the hotel. “We won’t be able to get a ride!”
“When you’re the daughter of one of the rulers of the Ten Kingdoms, you pretty much can get anything you want,” Brook snaps. “Hush up, now.”
Eric tenses. I speculate. Kate glowers.
“Where are we going?”
“Tulsa, Oklahoma,” Eric answers.
“What’s that?”
“A war zone.”
Train tracks rumble as i walk down the brown and rusted metal. I breathe in the smells of the surrounding trees and highway. This is it. This is the moment.
I hold back my hair with my hands and close my eyes. So many things the world will never know. So many secrets that will never be revealed. So much love that will be wasted.
The train comes. I dont move.
Taylor
Hear the train coming down the tracks.
Smell the smell of engine oil and old wood.
So many antique photos- good quality, too,- all from a railroad.
Busy station, different scene. People waiting for the journey home- or to a new adventure.
My hotel room overlooks the old railroad. Its tracks are rusty, its bolts loosened. A single train is alone in the yard, idly waiting for passengers and luggage that will never come. A yellow light flickers in the dark night, making the picture more forlorn then before.
Somehow, I feel like that rusty train. Alone, waiting for a memory that will never come.
Brook had gone off for a long walk to “clear her head”. But it was obvious even to my fuzzy mind that she wanted to get away from me.
I stiffen when I feel someone next to me at the window.
“How did you know our names?” Kate whispers, gazing into space.
“I was in a hotel room,” I say, “somewhat like this. A despondent lady had given instructions to you, Brook, and me, and she said our instructor was supposed to come see us in the morning. You introduced yourselves as Brook and Katie.”
the railroah caries the track. chugga chugga chugga chugga choo, choo. i can hear from a far. i can see the smoke from the engine. ive never been on the train but ive walked on the tr
Miranda
As we sat on the railroad tracks, I wondered: How many people have ridden over these very tracks? Where were they going? What were they thinking? What were their stories?
As I was walking down the railroad, a train ahead is speeding towards me. Gaining velocity, going faster and faster. Then, as if a racoon had run under the train, the railroad completely vanishes. Cool right? Awesome. Anyways, the train is obviously derailed, and all 3,666 train cars flip overhead of me leaving me completely un-scraped.
Brenden
The railroad tracks weren’t meant to be my end.
I was supposed to be somebody important. Mama thought I was going to be the first female president of the United States of America. Papa wanted me to be a doctor. Me? Well, I wanted to be an actress.
But that all turned sour that day when I met the railroad tracks.
Most people probably think I committed suicide for some unknown reason. But it was an accident.
Annamarie
train goes choo choo and there is the steam kind and the engineer can;t forget him ticktets to. macgyver had an entire episode about a train once that was a good show. the west and the transcontential
Travis Listing
I do not know much about railroads. It is kind of sad. Living in a third world country does not make it easy at all. I have been in some railroads, yes. But this does not change my perspective of them, railroads are boring, however the view is great.
Kiara Acurio
I walked into the train station at 4:32pm on a Wednesday afternoon. And that, right there and then, is where I saw him. I first laid eyes on him. He stared back at me with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. He then approached me.
Alyssa
The journey to accomplishing a goal is like walking along a railroad track. Everyone has at least a few tracks under or near them at all times, most of which have many people on at once. Trick is to get ahead of the people u share ur tracks with. Focus on every step, be sure not to trip over loose spikes or uneven ties, and they’ll all disappear beneath ur feet. Keep attention to avoiding these obstacles and u will at some point realize that the number of tracks in front of u and behind u have switched.
She walked along the edge of the railroad tracks. “So this is what happens when time goes by, huh?” He yelled, standing in the middle of the tracks. “Get out of there, you fool.” She hissed, scolding his behavior. But no matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. He walked along her side. “You have to understand how I feel. Seeing you with him is like getting hit by a train.” She suddenly stopped and grabbed his hand to pull him out of the way of a train passing by.
Olivia
My eyes gazed down the railroad tracks, following them off into the distance until they disappeared. There was a strange sense of fear about standing where something that could kill me would soon pass through. It struck me how as a child, I played on them carelessly, leaving pennies for the trains to flatten. The day you start thinking about consequences is the day you’re an adult.
on rail roads, you never see a train coming. sometimes its the heat of the sun that disguises the train, other times, you just dont see it coming. rail roads are pathways of life and death. they have a set destination. they dont waver.
Tanisha
We’re on a rail road, looking into the distance. We could go either way – backwards or forwards. I want us to move forwards, but there will be wind blowing against us and distractions on our way. I can’t wait to see where we end up, in this life you make into technicolour.
The corridor was dark, dank, and disgusting. I could think of no other words to describe it. But at the other end, there was a tempting light. I followed the tunnel until I exited its mouth. I gazed before me and there was nothing but a railroad. I walked to it, turning south, following it to the beginning of the next chapter in my life.
LydieWrath
The journey to accomplishing a goal is like walking along a railroad track. Everyone has at least a few tracks under or near them at all times, most of which have many people on at once. Trick is to get ahead of the people u share ur tracks with. A railroad track never makes sudden changes in direction or strays from where its end point is. Why do so many of us switch tracks or hop off and watch someone else walk? Treat the process like a railroad track rather than a labyrinth- where u might stumble upon something great if u wonder long enough. Focus on every step, be sure not to trip over loose spikes or uneven ties, and they’ll all disappear beneath ur feet. Keep attention to avoiding these obstacles and u will at some point realize that the number of tracks in front of u and behind u have switched.
DL
There are railroad tracks near my house and I hear the trains going by. I love hearing it. They’re beautiful noises but sometimes people don’t like them. I don’t care because I do. They remind me of my childhood because I had this railroad train set. I remember playing with them with my best guy friend Adam. We’ve lost touch though and I wish we hadn’t because he’s cool.
Olivia
Railroad’s run from one side of the country to the other, but lately they have begun to fall into ruin. Nobody uses them, nobody wants to. They have become…haunted. Things ride the rails that are not of human ken and yet exist for, though it would surprise some, we are not the central creation of the universe. They enjoy the slide of metal against their skin and their eyes sing with the sights they see.
depicting life. you walk down this long track without knowing exactly where you get off on the stop. Won’t know where it goes and you won’t know where you go either. You ride it out taking all the bumps along with it until you get to the destination you want. Then you have to see if that’s where you still want to get off.
sydni
The railroad stretched out-like a path that had no end.it was a hot and exhausting day,the kind that makes you want to lie in a cool dark place and doze. We stood at the edge of the track,the edge of our youth,looking Into the unknown,into the unseen.
Claire
The railroad has been very useful in American History. Railroads started of in shipping
equipment through the states.
Marilyn Cerritos
the train came speeding closer and closer. the ropes felt tight around her wrists. she started breathing heavier and heavier, and suddenly the blare of the train’s horn became louder and louder. She felt paralyzed by fear. Suddenly, a director yelled, “Cut!”
Hannah
I walk down the gravel road, kicking up stones as I go. Off in the distance I can hear the sound of a train heading my way. What the hell? I have nothing to lose, I think as I cross through the tall grass that was barely living. I drop my phone and ipod on the grass. It’s coming, it’s coming for me.
The little boy was walking on the railroad with his friends. He saw a deer run across the field next to them. the sun was blazing hot and they were very thirsty.
dallene
The lines are laid out in such a specific pattern, like the way God writes lines into your body. They spider out across the skin of you, and collide harmoniously into little shapes like stars and crosses. They are the proof of both nature and industry in your hands.
He went there alone. He did that often when he was fifteen. Just strolling about aimlessly finding a place to hide by the railroad. He would sit and flick Marlboros into the wind and wonder why the hell Charlie Morgan had showed up.
sharon london
the train came crashing into the railroad tracks taking out everything insight. the people in the station ran out only quick enough to miss the explosion. that was the day my father died at the railroad station. it was the day everything changed.
Michelle
It seemed to be the “in” ting at that time – all these forlorn teens posing on abandoned railroad tracks, trying to give meaning to their portrait. What they didn’t realise was the location of railroad tracks was an “in” joke amongst the photographers and some
she sits. strapped to the railroad, bound by her regrets. all that i can do is sit and watch as the train gets closer and closer until it is inches from her screaming face, then, a moment before the collision i awaken.
Take the track, the line, the rack
The cemented draw along the ground
That plays out the lateral thinking
The division on the passage
Where a signal failure is
The difference between life
And death
I had worked all day and was ready to fall asleep when he invited me over for a drink. I could understand why the railroad workers of yore fell prey to alcoholism. They were probably asked out to the bar by a cute guy on the nightly basis.
Railroads are train tracks. Once, me and my family had to wait behind a railroad for a long time because a train was passing. lol wut. I would love to kiss a boy on an abandoned railroad, like all those tumblr pictures. Trains are really very pretty like Harry Potter. HOGWARTS EXPRESS WOOT WOOT.
Ashley
a railroad came around
the train took me by surprise
and I gasped as you stared at me
for the last time.
no explanation
except the whistle blowin’
and your choice of five words
and my heart reaching up to choke my throat
so go away to your home
you’ve left me now I’ll stand
and watch as the train
makes the wind blow
Julia
As I laid down on the railroad tracks, I contemplated life and how swiftly I was nearing the end of it. I didn’t know whether or not this railroad was regularly used, but if it was, this was going to be my deathbed. If not, then just another substitute for a yoga mat, where I can practice my savasana pose…
I stood on the rail road tracks. I think I was in some sort of dream. I could see a train coming up ahead. It’s whistle blowing every few seconds, getting closer by the minute. I was overcome by insane fear.
‘I gotta move!’ I thought.
I tried to move my legs, trust me, I really did. They wouldn’t budge. Now I KNOW I was in some sort of dream. Panic rose in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream. Nothing. I couldn’t blink, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move a muscle.
I watched the train come closer, a sudden calmness coming over me. I could see a guy in the window, a guy without a face. He just stood there, blood running down his shirt. His hand not even reaching for the brakes.
I braced myself, chug chug chug chug. I close my eyes.
Wait, I don’t want to die! I snapped them open, too late. I felt nothing, thought nothing, saw nothing…………………
I stood outside the railroad station waiting for the last train to nowhere. I dreaded going back home. I had failed. Now I was returning to my childhood home, defeated.
they say that the best spots to own in monopoly are the four railroads, i don’t know why, but I’m sure it takes some complicated math thing to work out the chance of landing on those positions and the money you get from them. I am also reminded of the old tune “I’ve been working on the railroad” which has a really catchy tune and is now stuck in my head, what a shame.
We’re still gazing at the abandoned railroad when I say, “We were talking about how we were appointed for something, something we didn’t want to do.”
Kate bites her lips and struggles to keep her voice even, “I need you to tell me everything you remember, Mia.”
I turn to her and say, “I just did.”
Kate, Brook, Eric, and I are waiting for our bus that will take us to a destination that they said might help me regain my memory. I have doubts, but don’t share them.
“I thought it was a black-out today,” I say aloud, carefully avoiding Eric and his gaze, which I’ve been doing since I arrived at the hotel. “We won’t be able to get a ride!”
“When you’re the daughter of one of the rulers of the Ten Kingdoms, you pretty much can get anything you want,” Brook snaps. “Hush up, now.”
Eric tenses. I speculate. Kate glowers.
“Where are we going?”
“Tulsa, Oklahoma,” Eric answers.
“What’s that?”
“A war zone.”
Train tracks rumble as i walk down the brown and rusted metal. I breathe in the smells of the surrounding trees and highway. This is it. This is the moment.
I hold back my hair with my hands and close my eyes. So many things the world will never know. So many secrets that will never be revealed. So much love that will be wasted.
The train comes. I dont move.
Hear the train coming down the tracks.
Smell the smell of engine oil and old wood.
So many antique photos- good quality, too,- all from a railroad.
Busy station, different scene. People waiting for the journey home- or to a new adventure.
My hotel room overlooks the old railroad. Its tracks are rusty, its bolts loosened. A single train is alone in the yard, idly waiting for passengers and luggage that will never come. A yellow light flickers in the dark night, making the picture more forlorn then before.
Somehow, I feel like that rusty train. Alone, waiting for a memory that will never come.
Brook had gone off for a long walk to “clear her head”. But it was obvious even to my fuzzy mind that she wanted to get away from me.
I stiffen when I feel someone next to me at the window.
“How did you know our names?” Kate whispers, gazing into space.
“I was in a hotel room,” I say, “somewhat like this. A despondent lady had given instructions to you, Brook, and me, and she said our instructor was supposed to come see us in the morning. You introduced yourselves as Brook and Katie.”
the railroah caries the track. chugga chugga chugga chugga choo, choo. i can hear from a far. i can see the smoke from the engine. ive never been on the train but ive walked on the tr
As we sat on the railroad tracks, I wondered: How many people have ridden over these very tracks? Where were they going? What were they thinking? What were their stories?
a train going down a railroad is like my love pounding for you in my heart every single day. fast, unexpected, and completely out of control.
As I was walking down the railroad, a train ahead is speeding towards me. Gaining velocity, going faster and faster. Then, as if a racoon had run under the train, the railroad completely vanishes. Cool right? Awesome. Anyways, the train is obviously derailed, and all 3,666 train cars flip overhead of me leaving me completely un-scraped.
The railroad tracks weren’t meant to be my end.
I was supposed to be somebody important. Mama thought I was going to be the first female president of the United States of America. Papa wanted me to be a doctor. Me? Well, I wanted to be an actress.
But that all turned sour that day when I met the railroad tracks.
Most people probably think I committed suicide for some unknown reason. But it was an accident.
train goes choo choo and there is the steam kind and the engineer can;t forget him ticktets to. macgyver had an entire episode about a train once that was a good show. the west and the transcontential
I do not know much about railroads. It is kind of sad. Living in a third world country does not make it easy at all. I have been in some railroads, yes. But this does not change my perspective of them, railroads are boring, however the view is great.
I walked into the train station at 4:32pm on a Wednesday afternoon. And that, right there and then, is where I saw him. I first laid eyes on him. He stared back at me with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. He then approached me.
The journey to accomplishing a goal is like walking along a railroad track. Everyone has at least a few tracks under or near them at all times, most of which have many people on at once. Trick is to get ahead of the people u share ur tracks with. Focus on every step, be sure not to trip over loose spikes or uneven ties, and they’ll all disappear beneath ur feet. Keep attention to avoiding these obstacles and u will at some point realize that the number of tracks in front of u and behind u have switched.
She walked along the edge of the railroad tracks. “So this is what happens when time goes by, huh?” He yelled, standing in the middle of the tracks. “Get out of there, you fool.” She hissed, scolding his behavior. But no matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. He walked along her side. “You have to understand how I feel. Seeing you with him is like getting hit by a train.” She suddenly stopped and grabbed his hand to pull him out of the way of a train passing by.
My eyes gazed down the railroad tracks, following them off into the distance until they disappeared. There was a strange sense of fear about standing where something that could kill me would soon pass through. It struck me how as a child, I played on them carelessly, leaving pennies for the trains to flatten. The day you start thinking about consequences is the day you’re an adult.
on rail roads, you never see a train coming. sometimes its the heat of the sun that disguises the train, other times, you just dont see it coming. rail roads are pathways of life and death. they have a set destination. they dont waver.
We’re on a rail road, looking into the distance. We could go either way – backwards or forwards. I want us to move forwards, but there will be wind blowing against us and distractions on our way. I can’t wait to see where we end up, in this life you make into technicolour.
The corridor was dark, dank, and disgusting. I could think of no other words to describe it. But at the other end, there was a tempting light. I followed the tunnel until I exited its mouth. I gazed before me and there was nothing but a railroad. I walked to it, turning south, following it to the beginning of the next chapter in my life.
The journey to accomplishing a goal is like walking along a railroad track. Everyone has at least a few tracks under or near them at all times, most of which have many people on at once. Trick is to get ahead of the people u share ur tracks with. A railroad track never makes sudden changes in direction or strays from where its end point is. Why do so many of us switch tracks or hop off and watch someone else walk? Treat the process like a railroad track rather than a labyrinth- where u might stumble upon something great if u wonder long enough. Focus on every step, be sure not to trip over loose spikes or uneven ties, and they’ll all disappear beneath ur feet. Keep attention to avoiding these obstacles and u will at some point realize that the number of tracks in front of u and behind u have switched.
There are railroad tracks near my house and I hear the trains going by. I love hearing it. They’re beautiful noises but sometimes people don’t like them. I don’t care because I do. They remind me of my childhood because I had this railroad train set. I remember playing with them with my best guy friend Adam. We’ve lost touch though and I wish we hadn’t because he’s cool.
Railroad’s run from one side of the country to the other, but lately they have begun to fall into ruin. Nobody uses them, nobody wants to. They have become…haunted. Things ride the rails that are not of human ken and yet exist for, though it would surprise some, we are not the central creation of the universe. They enjoy the slide of metal against their skin and their eyes sing with the sights they see.
depicting life. you walk down this long track without knowing exactly where you get off on the stop. Won’t know where it goes and you won’t know where you go either. You ride it out taking all the bumps along with it until you get to the destination you want. Then you have to see if that’s where you still want to get off.
The railroad stretched out-like a path that had no end.it was a hot and exhausting day,the kind that makes you want to lie in a cool dark place and doze. We stood at the edge of the track,the edge of our youth,looking Into the unknown,into the unseen.
The railroad has been very useful in American History. Railroads started of in shipping
equipment through the states.
the train came speeding closer and closer. the ropes felt tight around her wrists. she started breathing heavier and heavier, and suddenly the blare of the train’s horn became louder and louder. She felt paralyzed by fear. Suddenly, a director yelled, “Cut!”
I walk down the gravel road, kicking up stones as I go. Off in the distance I can hear the sound of a train heading my way. What the hell? I have nothing to lose, I think as I cross through the tall grass that was barely living. I drop my phone and ipod on the grass. It’s coming, it’s coming for me.
The little boy was walking on the railroad with his friends. He saw a deer run across the field next to them. the sun was blazing hot and they were very thirsty.
The lines are laid out in such a specific pattern, like the way God writes lines into your body. They spider out across the skin of you, and collide harmoniously into little shapes like stars and crosses. They are the proof of both nature and industry in your hands.
He went there alone. He did that often when he was fifteen. Just strolling about aimlessly finding a place to hide by the railroad. He would sit and flick Marlboros into the wind and wonder why the hell Charlie Morgan had showed up.
the train came crashing into the railroad tracks taking out everything insight. the people in the station ran out only quick enough to miss the explosion. that was the day my father died at the railroad station. it was the day everything changed.
It seemed to be the “in” ting at that time – all these forlorn teens posing on abandoned railroad tracks, trying to give meaning to their portrait. What they didn’t realise was the location of railroad tracks was an “in” joke amongst the photographers and some
she sits. strapped to the railroad, bound by her regrets. all that i can do is sit and watch as the train gets closer and closer until it is inches from her screaming face, then, a moment before the collision i awaken.
Take the track, the line, the rack
The cemented draw along the ground
That plays out the lateral thinking
The division on the passage
Where a signal failure is
The difference between life
And death
I had worked all day and was ready to fall asleep when he invited me over for a drink. I could understand why the railroad workers of yore fell prey to alcoholism. They were probably asked out to the bar by a cute guy on the nightly basis.
Railroads are train tracks. Once, me and my family had to wait behind a railroad for a long time because a train was passing. lol wut. I would love to kiss a boy on an abandoned railroad, like all those tumblr pictures. Trains are really very pretty like Harry Potter. HOGWARTS EXPRESS WOOT WOOT.
a railroad came around
the train took me by surprise
and I gasped as you stared at me
for the last time.
no explanation
except the whistle blowin’
and your choice of five words
and my heart reaching up to choke my throat
so go away to your home
you’ve left me now I’ll stand
and watch as the train
makes the wind blow
As I laid down on the railroad tracks, I contemplated life and how swiftly I was nearing the end of it. I didn’t know whether or not this railroad was regularly used, but if it was, this was going to be my deathbed. If not, then just another substitute for a yoga mat, where I can practice my savasana pose…