She rushed to the control station, the lights flashing and alarms wailing.
“Commander, we’ve detected a threat with the three radius warning zone,” she cried.
She looked out the window. “Oh, god,” she whispered.
The train station was her favorite place in the world. And the least. Everyone else with their tales of big cities, bigger jungles, and love stories that fit in neither, came to visit from the train station. But it was also from where they left and where she never did. All her friends had lived like lusty storybook adventurers. She had been stuck in Hominy Ridge, living in the attic of the Parsonage with her father.
It was so close to the high school that everyone stopped there before first period. Those of us in our Trans Ams, our denim jackets, picking up a huge soda in Styrofoam cups, a pack of cigarettes to taunt Senora, and of course a sticky bun.
open_mike
He sat next to me as if I were his best friend. Why are you stationed here? he asked. You look like the type of girl who would work at the beauty parlor, or in filenes. Not at the family crisis booth. Why are you here, really?
I looked at him. How would I explain?
Chloe
hurry ticket rip off coffee man in coat delay signal tracks impatience joy arrival carriage wrong coach happy announcer saves day loud children fast food stench from paper bag opposite
jebba
The young man waits, sits on a bench and waits. For his own reasons he waits. To take the train to see his love.
jose matinez
To your right, you see a mother in her thirties handing her child a baggie of goldfish. To your left, you see an elderly couple laughing about old memories. In front of you, you see a man and a woman hugging their daughter, now heading off to college. You look down at the freshly waxed floors and see a man 3 hours late for his train.
raphael
the train station. blurry faces, work men running to catch up with their incoming train. checking their watches, slapping their brief cases among other people without knowing. busy mothers, trying to keep their children calm while the train blares so loud that it seems to shake the earth. blurry faces. the train station.
Christie
i always think about the train station when i hear the word station. usually i’m going to chicago, to stay with my cousins. last summer i went on a train to see my family and friends in west virginia, and it was a really fun trip. i had a really good summer last year, i miss it a lot. yay summer 2011! :)
Subway station. She was lost, twisting turning, looking for no one in particular. That’s a lie, she knew who she was looking for, she was looking for him. He’d run away. She had to save him. What would happen if she lost him forever? He was her everything. He always had been, she’d just been to stupid to realize it. But he was long gone, too far away to be found, and she drifted away in the struggling masses.
It is being still, a place to wait. The beginning of a journey, or where to end it. Here is where we wait, where we end up when all is finished. A place to watch life go by, a place to start, a place to wait and a place to finish up.
Shivi
i was at the train station and I was looking around at people wondering where they were going, who they were meeting, who were they going home too. I wondered if they were sad, if they were happy with their life choices. Perhaps they had a bad day at work. Look that guy is sleeping. How can he do that? I can sleep anywhere but my own bed.
Michelle
Station ……. Means Target
tanveer hussain
train station: sitting and waiting as the rain slides down her cheeks. She looks at the ticket box as she contemplates spending the seventy-nine cents. pass. the train pulls up and she leaves her broken world behind for good, or atleast she thinks..
caroline
The station was crowded and full of people. I felt very over whelmed and tired. But I had to catch my train, if not, I would be in a lot of trouble. I started w
Liz Delaney
Station, staying somewhere. Fire station, where firefighters are located. He moves on, goes on the train, while I remain at the station. There are others at the station with me, but it’s the fact that he moves forward while I stay put. That his life goes on while mine goes on but in the same place. Why does his life get to go? What about me? Why?
The train went into the station and loaded the passengers so they could go to the beach. Wait. This is in Thomas the Train form. It’s not real. Is it ever real? I don’t think so.
Clare
the train station was crowded. people went in and out but nobody noticed anybody. faces everywhere but not one look. the station was full of busy people, selfish enough no to see the poor people asking for some bread, they passed by without even glancing
agustina
train. radio. status. It is my station in life to operate a pirate radio station from the confines of the dilapidated old railway station just outside of town. I think I can, I think I can…Arrgh.
The clouds, high above the station, cast shadows on the sheep below. An eerie light spread from the northwest over the Southern Alps, towards the sea cost.
Valerahahaha
at the station is where you can get gasoline for your auto, or your lawn mower. at the station is also where you can catch a train or subway to go wherever it is that you are going without needing to put gasoline in your auto. the army is stationed all over the world, and soon my brother will be a marine, and i hope he’s stationed somewhere safe.
nickscatena
and he was stationed at the corner of 5th and young. Carefully he watched people as they walked by his post. He inspected everyone carefully, but none of them looked like the woman that he’d seen before.
with your back on the light pole at the train station, the only light provided by the moon, because not even the light from that light pole was working, you pressed your hat down on your face and told me: goodbye.
stations are exciting, lively, spark-filled places because the kinetic energy from one busy person to the next never ceases. you can be so lonely in a station because no matter how fast you move or how still you stand, you still blend in with the crowd.
kelley nordin
David couldn’t wait until their train reached the little secluded station outside of Glasgow. He’d been looking forward to this trip for ages, and couldn’t wait to show John his peaceful childhood home. Of course, this time it wouldn’t be Quite as peaceful….
engine
fire station
Dad, lives at the fire station while I was younger. I loved to go to the fire station to visit him, we’d go on the trucks and sometimes he get a call while we were there, we got to watch them get ready and drive off to the fire or emergency. I am so proud of my Dad!
Renee
I love trains. Well, not really. They aren’t as fast as planes and they’re pretty loud. But my little brother really loved them as a child. He used to pee in his trashcan so he wouldn’t have to leave his room and therefore his Thomas train set. He also peed in dad’s boot.
Monica
i was standing on a station when the train came. i went in it. didn’t know where i’m going and how long will it take to go there. the guy next to me was reading a book, the girl next to him was listening to music and noone was watching as the world goes by. it is a beautiful place
sandra
There is a volunteer fire station house right around the corner from me and when I was little we would go to their fire prevention week event every year. I was entertained to ridiculous extents by “prank-calling” at the demo 9-1-1 table (“my tongue is stuck in the refrigerator!”) and the few years they had a hose and cardboard façade of a house with knock-down fire targets.
That and the free McDonald cheeseburger certificates they gave out. I got to keep half a box of them when I was 10 because my Dad was on the board and they had a bunch leftover. I got cheeseburgers every day for weeks on end.
at the police station, they brought us in for questioning. hands shaking, knees buckling; i was afraid of what they were going to tell me. I saw a strange women walk in the other door. She had my brown eyes, my long curly hair. Was it true? Was she really my mom? I can’t believe that she has waited 17 years to truly meet me.
Lauren
Station, a place of waiting, a place of purpose, people move from station to station in life. Why does it seem like I’m always waiting for something, but I always have something to do while I’m waiting? Once it’s done, I move to the next thing, but still waiting. I’m restless.
He leaned over to change the station, but he couldn’t. Turns out, life isn’t a radio. You can’t turn it when you don’t like the song. You’re stuck listening to the same crap day in and day out. And you’ve got two choices; sing along, or turn the damn thing off and block out all the noise. The second one isn’t so easy, it tends to get messy. Lucky for him he had a plan, he’d leave his mess at the bottom of a bridge. Let the river clean up after him.
I waited at the gas station quietly, watching the rain fall onto the oily asphalt. My coffee giggled in it’s cup and steam erupted silently into the silence of morning air. The dew on my windows raced.
Amelia Fisher
Jensen tried to get out of bed, embarrassed by what a fool he’d been thinking this naked beauty was his dead Chrystal. “The fuck was I thinking?” he thought to himself. As he turned around he saw the naked hummer and the angel down on their knees before a makeshift station of the cross, murmuring sweet nothings to nothing.
i’m at a station. it’s pouring rain. i can’t help but wonder what i’m doing here.. what happened? where did everything go so wrong? when did this start? sigh, i guess i’ll never know. no one will tell me anything; and my mind is a complete and total mess. the trains pulled up now, at this point i’m not even sure where the hell i’m going, but as far as i’m concerned.. anywhere is better then here.
i’ve settled in on the train now, its cold. the windows not open. there’s an old man next to me, he keeps staring. i’ve been told that this train will take me from seattle to california.. i did not think that that was even possible! where will we go? i need to know, this old man has something to do with it.. i’ll know in due time. i can feel it.
alexandra
This is the place where it all comes together. The past and intertwines with the present. Time has no meaning.
You are dead.
Souls move on from here, this train station to the afterlife.
I rode the train all night and when we approached the station I looked out the window and that was when I saw him, and my life changed, and has never been the same again.
She rushed to the control station, the lights flashing and alarms wailing.
“Commander, we’ve detected a threat with the three radius warning zone,” she cried.
She looked out the window. “Oh, god,” she whispered.
The train station was her favorite place in the world. And the least. Everyone else with their tales of big cities, bigger jungles, and love stories that fit in neither, came to visit from the train station. But it was also from where they left and where she never did. All her friends had lived like lusty storybook adventurers. She had been stuck in Hominy Ridge, living in the attic of the Parsonage with her father.
It was so close to the high school that everyone stopped there before first period. Those of us in our Trans Ams, our denim jackets, picking up a huge soda in Styrofoam cups, a pack of cigarettes to taunt Senora, and of course a sticky bun.
He sat next to me as if I were his best friend. Why are you stationed here? he asked. You look like the type of girl who would work at the beauty parlor, or in filenes. Not at the family crisis booth. Why are you here, really?
I looked at him. How would I explain?
hurry ticket rip off coffee man in coat delay signal tracks impatience joy arrival carriage wrong coach happy announcer saves day loud children fast food stench from paper bag opposite
The young man waits, sits on a bench and waits. For his own reasons he waits. To take the train to see his love.
To your right, you see a mother in her thirties handing her child a baggie of goldfish. To your left, you see an elderly couple laughing about old memories. In front of you, you see a man and a woman hugging their daughter, now heading off to college. You look down at the freshly waxed floors and see a man 3 hours late for his train.
the train station. blurry faces, work men running to catch up with their incoming train. checking their watches, slapping their brief cases among other people without knowing. busy mothers, trying to keep their children calm while the train blares so loud that it seems to shake the earth. blurry faces. the train station.
i always think about the train station when i hear the word station. usually i’m going to chicago, to stay with my cousins. last summer i went on a train to see my family and friends in west virginia, and it was a really fun trip. i had a really good summer last year, i miss it a lot. yay summer 2011! :)
kat shrugged as if admitting this was now her station in life.she knelt down and petted the dog,”d.o.g.,huh? “
Subway station. She was lost, twisting turning, looking for no one in particular. That’s a lie, she knew who she was looking for, she was looking for him. He’d run away. She had to save him. What would happen if she lost him forever? He was her everything. He always had been, she’d just been to stupid to realize it. But he was long gone, too far away to be found, and she drifted away in the struggling masses.
paper flies everywhere as the now stranded traveller stumbles out of the train. Alone and out of money, she looks to the sky in search of an answer.
It is being still, a place to wait. The beginning of a journey, or where to end it. Here is where we wait, where we end up when all is finished. A place to watch life go by, a place to start, a place to wait and a place to finish up.
i was at the train station and I was looking around at people wondering where they were going, who they were meeting, who were they going home too. I wondered if they were sad, if they were happy with their life choices. Perhaps they had a bad day at work. Look that guy is sleeping. How can he do that? I can sleep anywhere but my own bed.
Station ……. Means Target
train station: sitting and waiting as the rain slides down her cheeks. She looks at the ticket box as she contemplates spending the seventy-nine cents. pass. the train pulls up and she leaves her broken world behind for good, or atleast she thinks..
The station was crowded and full of people. I felt very over whelmed and tired. But I had to catch my train, if not, I would be in a lot of trouble. I started w
Station, staying somewhere. Fire station, where firefighters are located. He moves on, goes on the train, while I remain at the station. There are others at the station with me, but it’s the fact that he moves forward while I stay put. That his life goes on while mine goes on but in the same place. Why does his life get to go? What about me? Why?
Ya Ali Maddad
The train went into the station and loaded the passengers so they could go to the beach. Wait. This is in Thomas the Train form. It’s not real. Is it ever real? I don’t think so.
the train station was crowded. people went in and out but nobody noticed anybody. faces everywhere but not one look. the station was full of busy people, selfish enough no to see the poor people asking for some bread, they passed by without even glancing
train. radio. status. It is my station in life to operate a pirate radio station from the confines of the dilapidated old railway station just outside of town. I think I can, I think I can…Arrgh.
The clouds, high above the station, cast shadows on the sheep below. An eerie light spread from the northwest over the Southern Alps, towards the sea cost.
at the station is where you can get gasoline for your auto, or your lawn mower. at the station is also where you can catch a train or subway to go wherever it is that you are going without needing to put gasoline in your auto. the army is stationed all over the world, and soon my brother will be a marine, and i hope he’s stationed somewhere safe.
and he was stationed at the corner of 5th and young. Carefully he watched people as they walked by his post. He inspected everyone carefully, but none of them looked like the woman that he’d seen before.
with your back on the light pole at the train station, the only light provided by the moon, because not even the light from that light pole was working, you pressed your hat down on your face and told me: goodbye.
stations are exciting, lively, spark-filled places because the kinetic energy from one busy person to the next never ceases. you can be so lonely in a station because no matter how fast you move or how still you stand, you still blend in with the crowd.
David couldn’t wait until their train reached the little secluded station outside of Glasgow. He’d been looking forward to this trip for ages, and couldn’t wait to show John his peaceful childhood home. Of course, this time it wouldn’t be Quite as peaceful….
engine
fire station
Dad, lives at the fire station while I was younger. I loved to go to the fire station to visit him, we’d go on the trucks and sometimes he get a call while we were there, we got to watch them get ready and drive off to the fire or emergency. I am so proud of my Dad!
I love trains. Well, not really. They aren’t as fast as planes and they’re pretty loud. But my little brother really loved them as a child. He used to pee in his trashcan so he wouldn’t have to leave his room and therefore his Thomas train set. He also peed in dad’s boot.
i was standing on a station when the train came. i went in it. didn’t know where i’m going and how long will it take to go there. the guy next to me was reading a book, the girl next to him was listening to music and noone was watching as the world goes by. it is a beautiful place
There is a volunteer fire station house right around the corner from me and when I was little we would go to their fire prevention week event every year. I was entertained to ridiculous extents by “prank-calling” at the demo 9-1-1 table (“my tongue is stuck in the refrigerator!”) and the few years they had a hose and cardboard façade of a house with knock-down fire targets.
That and the free McDonald cheeseburger certificates they gave out. I got to keep half a box of them when I was 10 because my Dad was on the board and they had a bunch leftover. I got cheeseburgers every day for weeks on end.
at the police station, they brought us in for questioning. hands shaking, knees buckling; i was afraid of what they were going to tell me. I saw a strange women walk in the other door. She had my brown eyes, my long curly hair. Was it true? Was she really my mom? I can’t believe that she has waited 17 years to truly meet me.
Station, a place of waiting, a place of purpose, people move from station to station in life. Why does it seem like I’m always waiting for something, but I always have something to do while I’m waiting? Once it’s done, I move to the next thing, but still waiting. I’m restless.
He leaned over to change the station, but he couldn’t. Turns out, life isn’t a radio. You can’t turn it when you don’t like the song. You’re stuck listening to the same crap day in and day out. And you’ve got two choices; sing along, or turn the damn thing off and block out all the noise. The second one isn’t so easy, it tends to get messy. Lucky for him he had a plan, he’d leave his mess at the bottom of a bridge. Let the river clean up after him.
I waited at the gas station quietly, watching the rain fall onto the oily asphalt. My coffee giggled in it’s cup and steam erupted silently into the silence of morning air. The dew on my windows raced.
Jensen tried to get out of bed, embarrassed by what a fool he’d been thinking this naked beauty was his dead Chrystal. “The fuck was I thinking?” he thought to himself. As he turned around he saw the naked hummer and the angel down on their knees before a makeshift station of the cross, murmuring sweet nothings to nothing.
i’m at a station. it’s pouring rain. i can’t help but wonder what i’m doing here.. what happened? where did everything go so wrong? when did this start? sigh, i guess i’ll never know. no one will tell me anything; and my mind is a complete and total mess. the trains pulled up now, at this point i’m not even sure where the hell i’m going, but as far as i’m concerned.. anywhere is better then here.
i’ve settled in on the train now, its cold. the windows not open. there’s an old man next to me, he keeps staring. i’ve been told that this train will take me from seattle to california.. i did not think that that was even possible! where will we go? i need to know, this old man has something to do with it.. i’ll know in due time. i can feel it.
This is the place where it all comes together. The past and intertwines with the present. Time has no meaning.
You are dead.
Souls move on from here, this train station to the afterlife.
I rode the train all night and when we approached the station I looked out the window and that was when I saw him, and my life changed, and has never been the same again.