CHOOCHOOCHUGACHUGACHUA CHOOOCHOOO DR. SEUSS, PEOPLE WITH TRENCH COATS AND BIG HATS, BEAUTIFUL SCENERY, SMOKE EVERYWHERE, HOBOS, MISCELLANEOUS ASHGLASGL I DONNNNT KNOW!! SO STRESSFULL! HAHAHAHA
BNORTHEY
Today, I went to the local fire station to buy some fire hoses. They were out. I was so sad that I went to the police station and complained. “Why doesn’t the fire station have fire hoses?!” I screamed. They replied, “We don’t know. We’re the police.”
Chelsea Weeks
At the station, I saw that my ticket for the train that I was about to get onto was for tomorrow, not today. I was very bewildered.
Jessica
stations of the cross.
train station.
infestation.
stationary.
The train pulled away from the station, starting off into the cool summer night. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, or why; only that it was important. There were people counting on her. And she had no intention of letting them down.
The train station. That’s where she was headed. Tears in her eyes and suitcase in her hand, she left her house in the early morning. It wasn’t her home anymore, just an empty shell of a house that reminded her of the betrayal she felt. She had to get out of there.
Brigitte
The train station is where I saw him for the first time. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening. After months of seeing his face only on a computer screen, I was finally going to see him for what he was; flesh and blood, bones and all. It was almost surreal. I was nervous and didn’t know what I was going to expect. All I knew was that I loved him and this was going to be the beginning of “forever.”
Regina
I think of train station. I have never been on a train but I have always wanted to. Trains are so big and cool. They remind me of old times and how I wanted to be a train conductor. I always wanted to wear the big striped hat.
Jordyn
Station. Train station. With trains made of marshmallows. A station that stops at a village with 8000 different types of apples.
Boobie
I love stations. It seems like all the best things happen at stations. That nifty phone commercial with all the dancing, Anne Shirley being picked up by Matthew Cuthbert, proposals, hellos, romantic goodbyes.
Janice Bear
The station had never been so busy. After the accidental glimpse of a celebrity everyone wants to be apart of it, see if there are any more around. But then there are none, they all have fled, no longer able to live ‘normally’. I always use this station to go to work, but after the incident I have considered changing routes.
Rain
As Amelia waited at the bus station for her father, she realized that it had been two whole weeks since her brother had died. She shivered at the thought that she hadn’t even thought about Boyd all day. She shook the thought of her head, hoping that she would be able to make it through the next few days without breaking down. She didn’t want her father to know that she was the one responsible for Boyd’s death. It would be just one more thing for him to hold over her.
Connie
She finally arrived at the station, feeling spent. She couldn’t believe she was doing it-leaving it all behind. She took in a deep breath, letting the freedom fill her lungs. She was surprised at the wistful homesickness she already felt lurking in the back of her mind.
I went to the train station and saw you go for what I was pretty sure would be the last time. We didn’t really talk. I was happy but I was also sad… I suppose you were too, and that’s what made it even more bittersweet. I hope we’re both happy now.
The train passed it by. But that didn’t matter. It remained as it always would be, which is to say never the same.
WanderNWonder
In life. What is one’s station? Where does one fit, belong, serve? Station is where we all sit in the cosmos. We can accept, deny or create our station.
DB
“Back to your stations men!” the captain barked. Of course he didn’t call women. i hoped he never would. i hoped he would never find out that there were more than just men here.
The train station was deserted. My ‘friend’ on the other side. He glared at me, wanting me to leave, but I still had something to say. I tried to take a step towards him but a force of wind pushed me back a couple of steps.
“Please! Just hear me out!”
“I will have nothing to do with a liar such as yourself!”
It stung that he thought I had lied to him, I would never do such a thing.
Rain
King’s Cross Station, the place where Harry first met all of the Weasley family. It is a very symbolic place in the Harry Potter books, and without it the books would definitely not be the same! It’s how the get to Hogwarts, where most of the books, and Harry’s wizarding life in which he fights Voldemort occurs.
Sarah
There is a train station. It’s cold and lonely. There’s paper floating through the slight breeze. It has been abandoned just like my soul. My soul has been left alone, and starts to get colder and harder.
Emily
This reminds me of Harry Potter and the station that he takes to get to Hogwarts. Nine and three quarters I believe.
It also makes me think of the beginning of superman, when lois lane sees the teenage superman running alongside the train out the window.
Brynn Richardson
trains come and go
bringing lost lovers
family and friends
love flows
trains depart
sadness.
Michelle Power
I love the bus station, it showed me that people of different backgrounds can mingle even if they don’t mean to. They talk to each other, get to know each other, and maybe even fall in love. Of course I can’t get that. I wish. That is only a fairy tale that won’t happen to me. If it did, I want it to be a mysterious stranger who is misunderstood. But sweet. And kind.. And very very nice.
Rain
I walked to the station in my boots, my coat behind me in the wind, rain pouring down. I didn’t know what to think as I drew closer, my love awaiting me just ten miles away. But would he still accept me after what had happened? Should he? I lied and tricked him. I tried to tell him I didn’t mean to but wasn’t able to. My words had stuck in the throat and I didn’t know how to make them come out.
Rain
I’m stuck. They said it’s an “assignment” but I’m not expected to believe that, surely?
It’s hell, that’s what it is.
Why did I even sign up?
It’s so horrid. I can’t even get up to take a piss without one of those monsters trying to eat my arm.
pie
when i hear station, i think of a gas station. a place where you stop to get things when you are on a great road trip!
Waiting. Constant waiting, jitters and tears.
We say goodbye to our loves and hello to new pastures but either way we are always waiting. On those gum smeared platforms from which we depart.
i like to help at the station. i lkie to ride to the station. the station is down the road
timethy
stations are places stations,plane stations here people stop to get something or some one .there are train and bus stations and also police stations.yo
ebony
She sat at the train station, waiting, eagerly searching the face of each passerby. Would he be here? Would she be safe? She checked the time of her ticket again. thirty more minutes. Maybe she could escape…
i came to the station, unprepared for the visitor who stepped off the platform…not the person I expected and I quivered with fear.
Laura Hegfield
live at the station.
hjhuftntyugtyugtytrfg
I sat, silently outside the train station. Not a soul in sight. It must have been around 2:30, because the last train out left about fifteen minutes prior with a hand full of passengers, most likely headed to the city. Our town wasn’t much to look at, but it provided a great place for people to stay when they were looking to get out of the city.
the station is cool. when you go to the station you have to catch a train.
jacqueline
i am going to the station.i like the station . i love ridding to the station . i need to pike my brother from the station
hjhuftntyugtyugtytrfg
She waits at the railroad station, bag in hand. She glances up, scans the station, looking around one last time. It’s all so foreign to her now. Tilting her hat away from the sun as the horn blew, she picked up her suitcase, and boarded the train.
CHOOCHOOCHUGACHUGACHUA CHOOOCHOOO DR. SEUSS, PEOPLE WITH TRENCH COATS AND BIG HATS, BEAUTIFUL SCENERY, SMOKE EVERYWHERE, HOBOS, MISCELLANEOUS ASHGLASGL I DONNNNT KNOW!! SO STRESSFULL! HAHAHAHA
Today, I went to the local fire station to buy some fire hoses. They were out. I was so sad that I went to the police station and complained. “Why doesn’t the fire station have fire hoses?!” I screamed. They replied, “We don’t know. We’re the police.”
At the station, I saw that my ticket for the train that I was about to get onto was for tomorrow, not today. I was very bewildered.
stations of the cross.
train station.
infestation.
stationary.
The train pulled away from the station, starting off into the cool summer night. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, or why; only that it was important. There were people counting on her. And she had no intention of letting them down.
The train station. That’s where she was headed. Tears in her eyes and suitcase in her hand, she left her house in the early morning. It wasn’t her home anymore, just an empty shell of a house that reminded her of the betrayal she felt. She had to get out of there.
The train station is where I saw him for the first time. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening. After months of seeing his face only on a computer screen, I was finally going to see him for what he was; flesh and blood, bones and all. It was almost surreal. I was nervous and didn’t know what I was going to expect. All I knew was that I loved him and this was going to be the beginning of “forever.”
I think of train station. I have never been on a train but I have always wanted to. Trains are so big and cool. They remind me of old times and how I wanted to be a train conductor. I always wanted to wear the big striped hat.
Station. Train station. With trains made of marshmallows. A station that stops at a village with 8000 different types of apples.
I love stations. It seems like all the best things happen at stations. That nifty phone commercial with all the dancing, Anne Shirley being picked up by Matthew Cuthbert, proposals, hellos, romantic goodbyes.
The station had never been so busy. After the accidental glimpse of a celebrity everyone wants to be apart of it, see if there are any more around. But then there are none, they all have fled, no longer able to live ‘normally’. I always use this station to go to work, but after the incident I have considered changing routes.
As Amelia waited at the bus station for her father, she realized that it had been two whole weeks since her brother had died. She shivered at the thought that she hadn’t even thought about Boyd all day. She shook the thought of her head, hoping that she would be able to make it through the next few days without breaking down. She didn’t want her father to know that she was the one responsible for Boyd’s death. It would be just one more thing for him to hold over her.
She finally arrived at the station, feeling spent. She couldn’t believe she was doing it-leaving it all behind. She took in a deep breath, letting the freedom fill her lungs. She was surprised at the wistful homesickness she already felt lurking in the back of her mind.
I went to the train station and saw you go for what I was pretty sure would be the last time. We didn’t really talk. I was happy but I was also sad… I suppose you were too, and that’s what made it even more bittersweet. I hope we’re both happy now.
She couldnt remember the first time
The train passed it by. But that didn’t matter. It remained as it always would be, which is to say never the same.
In life. What is one’s station? Where does one fit, belong, serve? Station is where we all sit in the cosmos. We can accept, deny or create our station.
“Back to your stations men!” the captain barked. Of course he didn’t call women. i hoped he never would. i hoped he would never find out that there were more than just men here.
The train station was deserted. My ‘friend’ on the other side. He glared at me, wanting me to leave, but I still had something to say. I tried to take a step towards him but a force of wind pushed me back a couple of steps.
“Please! Just hear me out!”
“I will have nothing to do with a liar such as yourself!”
It stung that he thought I had lied to him, I would never do such a thing.
King’s Cross Station, the place where Harry first met all of the Weasley family. It is a very symbolic place in the Harry Potter books, and without it the books would definitely not be the same! It’s how the get to Hogwarts, where most of the books, and Harry’s wizarding life in which he fights Voldemort occurs.
There is a train station. It’s cold and lonely. There’s paper floating through the slight breeze. It has been abandoned just like my soul. My soul has been left alone, and starts to get colder and harder.
This reminds me of Harry Potter and the station that he takes to get to Hogwarts. Nine and three quarters I believe.
It also makes me think of the beginning of superman, when lois lane sees the teenage superman running alongside the train out the window.
trains come and go
bringing lost lovers
family and friends
love flows
trains depart
sadness.
I love the bus station, it showed me that people of different backgrounds can mingle even if they don’t mean to. They talk to each other, get to know each other, and maybe even fall in love. Of course I can’t get that. I wish. That is only a fairy tale that won’t happen to me. If it did, I want it to be a mysterious stranger who is misunderstood. But sweet. And kind.. And very very nice.
I walked to the station in my boots, my coat behind me in the wind, rain pouring down. I didn’t know what to think as I drew closer, my love awaiting me just ten miles away. But would he still accept me after what had happened? Should he? I lied and tricked him. I tried to tell him I didn’t mean to but wasn’t able to. My words had stuck in the throat and I didn’t know how to make them come out.
I’m stuck. They said it’s an “assignment” but I’m not expected to believe that, surely?
It’s hell, that’s what it is.
Why did I even sign up?
It’s so horrid. I can’t even get up to take a piss without one of those monsters trying to eat my arm.
when i hear station, i think of a gas station. a place where you stop to get things when you are on a great road trip!
Waiting. Constant waiting, jitters and tears.
We say goodbye to our loves and hello to new pastures but either way we are always waiting. On those gum smeared platforms from which we depart.
i like to help at the station. i lkie to ride to the station. the station is down the road
stations are places stations,plane stations here people stop to get something or some one .there are train and bus stations and also police stations.yo
She sat at the train station, waiting, eagerly searching the face of each passerby. Would he be here? Would she be safe? She checked the time of her ticket again. thirty more minutes. Maybe she could escape…
The station wagon is horrible. It’s got so much junk in the back and smells of marijuana. I hate it, but it’s the only place to make out. Wink, Wink*
live at the station.
live at the station.
i came to the station, unprepared for the visitor who stepped off the platform…not the person I expected and I quivered with fear.
live at the station.
I sat, silently outside the train station. Not a soul in sight. It must have been around 2:30, because the last train out left about fifteen minutes prior with a hand full of passengers, most likely headed to the city. Our town wasn’t much to look at, but it provided a great place for people to stay when they were looking to get out of the city.
the station is cool. when you go to the station you have to catch a train.
i am going to the station.i like the station . i love ridding to the station . i need to pike my brother from the station
She waits at the railroad station, bag in hand. She glances up, scans the station, looking around one last time. It’s all so foreign to her now. Tilting her hat away from the sun as the horn blew, she picked up her suitcase, and boarded the train.