The station was empty except for a figure a long way down the track. It didn’t look human and it didn’t look kind. It walked nearer and nearer towards where the people would walk in an hour…It could have been death’s shadow…
Edt
At the train station the next morning, she pulled her hair into a messy bun, and smoothed the wrinkles on her dress, that was passionately tossed in the corner the night before.
I was in the station and i look at you, you were thinking i dont have any idea abuot what, but i was waching you, all around you were paece aun in that moment i want to tal with you, that
violeta
The train station is dark after midnight. As night falls, the gas lamps begins to wheeze away, the clutter of high heeled shoes and rolling bags whimper into the distance and the platform is still. A man sleeps silently under the ticket window, coat draped over his shoulders as he tries not to shiver.
Colleen
train
people
raices
places
ipods
books
times
clocks
stairs
chairs
waiting
Samantha
“The station was dark, and dismal, but as I walked through it’s corridors, ever-attempting to find my way to one of the seemingly evasive exits, I began to to experience a feeling that I would never leave this place….”
A man was found this morning at Holly Station… June 14, 2011
Max Ewing
I think of Indianapolis. The train station is huge, crammed with people heading in very different directions. I was only there twice and to be quite honest, i don’t remember anything really particular, other than the size of the station and the number of people.
Kelly Savard
stations are places where people go to get on a bus or something. I go to the bus station to get to the mall. I used to go to the station every day for school at my old school MLC. Sometimes people use the station for shelter when it is raining outside. The tv stations contain shows that are sometimes fun to watch
Jacob
I just did this one! I was thinking about train stations, which is where i’ve spent many of my end -of -weekend hours, often tired, hung over, thinking. Did I hae a good time? Did peolpe like me? Did I make a mistake? More than one? THen I usually sleep on the train, and by the time I wake up, i’m back to me.
I was standing at the train station the other day, waiting for my usual 6:40. A young woman approached me and asked for my autograph, and of course I was confused. I reluctantly signed the little notepad, hastily trying to catch the train while finishing out the last scribbles of the autograph, and smiled as knowing someone I didn’t know appreciated me. I was shot a minute later, smile on my face.
Johnny
All aboard. Abroad. A broad. A brothel. Lovely ladies. Thick cigars. Smoke encircles us. A jerk. A loose board. A stray nail. Rust. Lots of rust. A fishing hook. And the train passes by and by…
One day I was at the subway station in New York City. It was one of one of the coolest places I’ve even been to personally. I don’t know why people think it’s so gross and dirty. I know there are homeless people there, but it has character. I like character.
Rachel
Train station, weigh station, station to stationary. Which can either mean immobile or a fancy ass kind of paper you write letters on. There’s also train stations, and platforms with fraction ( 9 3/4)
Emmyspeaks
I live two houses down from a gas station. It’s pretty convenient because I can walk over whenever I need cigarettes. Also, it makes it easy for me to meet people up so that they can buy me boooooze. I enjoy living next to a gas station.
valerie
A train flys by me, sending chilling gusts of air through my air, filling life into my gas filled lungs contaminated by the city streets above. It was like a fresh freedom that faded away as quickly as it came, disappearing down the dark tunnel.
Veronica Allyce Colacurcio
She waited, suitcase tucked under her feet, the soles of her scuffed brown boots against the worn red canvas. Hugged to her chest was a small bag, filled with books.
She sees him. She smiles. He helps her with her bag.
Sarah
i waited at the station in my station of life while the doctor yelled STAT at the ions in my eyes. the doctor wanted me to sta sta sta rather than ride away to the station in the sky
The father stood there with tears in his eyes. His two children clung to him, sobbing. His wife smiled a knowing smile, tears running down her face. The father picked up his rucksack and his suitcase and put on his army helmet. He waved goodbye as the train pulled out of the station.
“Take me to the station for Channel 12,” Madeline commanded as she got in the cab and slammed the door smartly. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.” She settled into the seat in a huff and reached into her large, pink bag. She brought out her knitting. For a moment, the click clack of her needles made the only sound in the cab. “Um, Ma’am?” The cabbie twisted in his seat to look back at her. “We don’t have a Channel 12 in this city.” “Well of course you do,” Madeline lay aside her knitting, reached back in her bag and withdrew what looked like a cross between an XM radio receiver, a satellite dish, and a spaceship. She flipped it on and a hissing zapping sound filled the space. “Do you hear that?” she cried. “How can they use that kind of language in public?” “Ma’am, I don’t hear anything but static,” he replied and then he noticed the sweater she was knitting. It had room for four sleeves, and two heads. Quickly, he glanced back at her and saw the slit eyes behind her horn-rimmed glasses. “But,” he amended. “I’ll definitely take your word for it.”
One kiss was all it had been. One kiss and he could die, for “acting above his station”. He was nothing but a pet to this family, and in presuming to fall in love, he had signed his death warrant. He hoped it was worth it.
The trains enter, huffing and puffing. Faces form crowds, and people board the trains. The steam encircles everything around, as lovers and families bid their goodbyes. It is a typical day at the train station.
The train dragged along, slowly. Rain cascaded down the windows, gray as the zombie invasion that had descended upon the state.
In spite of the quarantine, you met me at the station, two-by-four in hand. I was moved by your dedication, as you swung it into the zombie next to you with a satisfying thwack– and I disembarked, cocking my shotgun.
“So this is Station Six, huh?”
Kestrelfeather
new shoes, nine years old. new shoes, round-toed, shiny shiny patent-leather, and you can’t stop fidgeting because you’re terrible at waiting. the buckles are real silver, so you have to be careful. this is only okay for soft metals, and you have new shoes, new, shiny shoes and a pretty blue dress so that once your father gets off that train he can see how you’ve grown.
“Take me to the nearest train station, fast!” Sharon stepped into the taxi cab. The driver pulled out, a block later, he stopped and said, “here we are.” Sharon handed him a ten dollar bill and stepped out of the car. She ran into the station, stood in line, bought a ticket, ran up to the platform, tore her ticket in half, ran back down to the curb and hailed a cab. “Take me to the nearest mental hospital, fast!”
The cab made a U-turn and went back one block. She handed the driver another 10 dollar bill and got out. She then crossed the street and hailed another cab from the long line that was waiting for her.
down at the staton early n the morning see the little pufferbellies all in a row. hear the station master blow the little whistle puff, puff toot, toot off they go! I really don’t like too many radio stations cuz I get tired of listening to the same music all the time.
Lindsay Mangrum
The station was buzzing with noise. I had just killed my brother. I don’t know if I can hear what anyone is saying or doing, because all I can think about is how mad my mother will be. I don’t feel regret. I don’t feel anything. Except for the slight worry of my mother throwing me out of the house.
Krysteena
He stood at the platform, behind the large grey train station. The sliding was chipping away with age, as was his patience. He waited and waited yet heard no sound; there were no whistles, no alarms. The train never came, and neither did she.
waiting at the station for my life to begin. im scared but i know that this is where im supposed to be. i mean, i have a ticket in my hand…for this date, at this time, for this station. at least im doing something right.
Sarah
Remember “Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey” where the two little alien dudes jump into each other and become one large alien dude and his name was station?
Yeah.
Trevor
i always liked train stations, and the hustle and bustle of people coming and going. i’d love to just sit and people watch one day, watching people’s interractions and how everything about the average person. change is coming, change is going, i love train stations. the same with airports, and such.
Victoria
She held me at the station as the lights overhead started fast dimming. i felt her breathing start to get heavier as I felt it on my neck. It gavve me chills but i know it was fear rather than arousal. She then pulled back and stared at me
Laura
Harry potter pulled up to the station, ready for his kids to appear. Ever since the death of his destructor he has been awaiting the time his children were to go to the station to go to hogwarts. He could not belive already he had an 11 year old child. His wife ginny who he had seen for the first time at this station looked at him with admiration. He loved her and his children more then anything else and felt lucky to be alive.
the creation station deep in the forest, sits atop a cranky wooden foundation, wooden steps that groan under your tired feet, there were gargoyles on your path here but they couldn’t come with you. Here they’re not welcome.
She stood alone at the station. Not understanding what just happened, not wanting to accept that it was over and she had lost her chance. Maybe in another place, another time, it would have worked out. Part of her brain told her to run after him, to stop him and tell him that from now on, things would be different. But her feet stayed locked firmly in place as she watched his bobbing head become another one in the crowd.
malinda
They pulled into the station an hour later than they had planned. According to the overhead speakers, there had been something on the tracks. No one ever came right out and said what it had been, but Roy noticed that when they came to a stop, a swarm of men in black suits rushed to escort the engineer from sight.
Raymond Masters
fire station somewhere to get help somewhere you can go in case of an emeergency police station um…somewhere in casee someone you love gets hurt train station incase you need to go somewhere bus station incasee you need to go somewhere without a car…………and thats it.??
michell
When the train pulled out of the station, had two lights on behind. The red light was my troubles and the blue light was my mind. – Robert Johnson
trains and buses. I like stations. I like to go places. People of all kinds. Children. motion and stability. waiting, watching, observing people. Enjoying the busy atmosphere. Lots going on.
The station was empty except for a figure a long way down the track. It didn’t look human and it didn’t look kind. It walked nearer and nearer towards where the people would walk in an hour…It could have been death’s shadow…
At the train station the next morning, she pulled her hair into a messy bun, and smoothed the wrinkles on her dress, that was passionately tossed in the corner the night before.
i used to take the train from boston to lancaster. always by myself, never with anyone. i almost always had a lay over at penn station.
I was in the station and i look at you, you were thinking i dont have any idea abuot what, but i was waching you, all around you were paece aun in that moment i want to tal with you, that
The train station is dark after midnight. As night falls, the gas lamps begins to wheeze away, the clutter of high heeled shoes and rolling bags whimper into the distance and the platform is still. A man sleeps silently under the ticket window, coat draped over his shoulders as he tries not to shiver.
train
people
raices
places
ipods
books
times
clocks
stairs
chairs
waiting
“The station was dark, and dismal, but as I walked through it’s corridors, ever-attempting to find my way to one of the seemingly evasive exits, I began to to experience a feeling that I would never leave this place….”
A man was found this morning at Holly Station… June 14, 2011
I think of Indianapolis. The train station is huge, crammed with people heading in very different directions. I was only there twice and to be quite honest, i don’t remember anything really particular, other than the size of the station and the number of people.
stations are places where people go to get on a bus or something. I go to the bus station to get to the mall. I used to go to the station every day for school at my old school MLC. Sometimes people use the station for shelter when it is raining outside. The tv stations contain shows that are sometimes fun to watch
I just did this one! I was thinking about train stations, which is where i’ve spent many of my end -of -weekend hours, often tired, hung over, thinking. Did I hae a good time? Did peolpe like me? Did I make a mistake? More than one? THen I usually sleep on the train, and by the time I wake up, i’m back to me.
I was standing at the train station the other day, waiting for my usual 6:40. A young woman approached me and asked for my autograph, and of course I was confused. I reluctantly signed the little notepad, hastily trying to catch the train while finishing out the last scribbles of the autograph, and smiled as knowing someone I didn’t know appreciated me. I was shot a minute later, smile on my face.
All aboard. Abroad. A broad. A brothel. Lovely ladies. Thick cigars. Smoke encircles us. A jerk. A loose board. A stray nail. Rust. Lots of rust. A fishing hook. And the train passes by and by…
Stay at the station, savor my sensation.
One day I was at the subway station in New York City. It was one of one of the coolest places I’ve even been to personally. I don’t know why people think it’s so gross and dirty. I know there are homeless people there, but it has character. I like character.
Train station, weigh station, station to stationary. Which can either mean immobile or a fancy ass kind of paper you write letters on. There’s also train stations, and platforms with fraction ( 9 3/4)
I live two houses down from a gas station. It’s pretty convenient because I can walk over whenever I need cigarettes. Also, it makes it easy for me to meet people up so that they can buy me boooooze. I enjoy living next to a gas station.
A train flys by me, sending chilling gusts of air through my air, filling life into my gas filled lungs contaminated by the city streets above. It was like a fresh freedom that faded away as quickly as it came, disappearing down the dark tunnel.
She waited, suitcase tucked under her feet, the soles of her scuffed brown boots against the worn red canvas. Hugged to her chest was a small bag, filled with books.
She sees him. She smiles. He helps her with her bag.
i waited at the station in my station of life while the doctor yelled STAT at the ions in my eyes. the doctor wanted me to sta sta sta rather than ride away to the station in the sky
The father stood there with tears in his eyes. His two children clung to him, sobbing. His wife smiled a knowing smile, tears running down her face. The father picked up his rucksack and his suitcase and put on his army helmet. He waved goodbye as the train pulled out of the station.
“Take me to the station for Channel 12,” Madeline commanded as she got in the cab and slammed the door smartly. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.” She settled into the seat in a huff and reached into her large, pink bag. She brought out her knitting. For a moment, the click clack of her needles made the only sound in the cab. “Um, Ma’am?” The cabbie twisted in his seat to look back at her. “We don’t have a Channel 12 in this city.” “Well of course you do,” Madeline lay aside her knitting, reached back in her bag and withdrew what looked like a cross between an XM radio receiver, a satellite dish, and a spaceship. She flipped it on and a hissing zapping sound filled the space. “Do you hear that?” she cried. “How can they use that kind of language in public?” “Ma’am, I don’t hear anything but static,” he replied and then he noticed the sweater she was knitting. It had room for four sleeves, and two heads. Quickly, he glanced back at her and saw the slit eyes behind her horn-rimmed glasses. “But,” he amended. “I’ll definitely take your word for it.”
One kiss was all it had been. One kiss and he could die, for “acting above his station”. He was nothing but a pet to this family, and in presuming to fall in love, he had signed his death warrant. He hoped it was worth it.
The trains enter, huffing and puffing. Faces form crowds, and people board the trains. The steam encircles everything around, as lovers and families bid their goodbyes. It is a typical day at the train station.
The train dragged along, slowly. Rain cascaded down the windows, gray as the zombie invasion that had descended upon the state.
In spite of the quarantine, you met me at the station, two-by-four in hand. I was moved by your dedication, as you swung it into the zombie next to you with a satisfying thwack– and I disembarked, cocking my shotgun.
“So this is Station Six, huh?”
new shoes, nine years old. new shoes, round-toed, shiny shiny patent-leather, and you can’t stop fidgeting because you’re terrible at waiting. the buckles are real silver, so you have to be careful. this is only okay for soft metals, and you have new shoes, new, shiny shoes and a pretty blue dress so that once your father gets off that train he can see how you’ve grown.
“Take me to the nearest train station, fast!” Sharon stepped into the taxi cab. The driver pulled out, a block later, he stopped and said, “here we are.” Sharon handed him a ten dollar bill and stepped out of the car. She ran into the station, stood in line, bought a ticket, ran up to the platform, tore her ticket in half, ran back down to the curb and hailed a cab. “Take me to the nearest mental hospital, fast!”
The cab made a U-turn and went back one block. She handed the driver another 10 dollar bill and got out. She then crossed the street and hailed another cab from the long line that was waiting for her.
down at the staton early n the morning see the little pufferbellies all in a row. hear the station master blow the little whistle puff, puff toot, toot off they go! I really don’t like too many radio stations cuz I get tired of listening to the same music all the time.
The station was buzzing with noise. I had just killed my brother. I don’t know if I can hear what anyone is saying or doing, because all I can think about is how mad my mother will be. I don’t feel regret. I don’t feel anything. Except for the slight worry of my mother throwing me out of the house.
He stood at the platform, behind the large grey train station. The sliding was chipping away with age, as was his patience. He waited and waited yet heard no sound; there were no whistles, no alarms. The train never came, and neither did she.
waiting at the station for my life to begin. im scared but i know that this is where im supposed to be. i mean, i have a ticket in my hand…for this date, at this time, for this station. at least im doing something right.
Remember “Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey” where the two little alien dudes jump into each other and become one large alien dude and his name was station?
Yeah.
i always liked train stations, and the hustle and bustle of people coming and going. i’d love to just sit and people watch one day, watching people’s interractions and how everything about the average person. change is coming, change is going, i love train stations. the same with airports, and such.
She held me at the station as the lights overhead started fast dimming. i felt her breathing start to get heavier as I felt it on my neck. It gavve me chills but i know it was fear rather than arousal. She then pulled back and stared at me
Harry potter pulled up to the station, ready for his kids to appear. Ever since the death of his destructor he has been awaiting the time his children were to go to the station to go to hogwarts. He could not belive already he had an 11 year old child. His wife ginny who he had seen for the first time at this station looked at him with admiration. He loved her and his children more then anything else and felt lucky to be alive.
the creation station deep in the forest, sits atop a cranky wooden foundation, wooden steps that groan under your tired feet, there were gargoyles on your path here but they couldn’t come with you. Here they’re not welcome.
She stood alone at the station. Not understanding what just happened, not wanting to accept that it was over and she had lost her chance. Maybe in another place, another time, it would have worked out. Part of her brain told her to run after him, to stop him and tell him that from now on, things would be different. But her feet stayed locked firmly in place as she watched his bobbing head become another one in the crowd.
They pulled into the station an hour later than they had planned. According to the overhead speakers, there had been something on the tracks. No one ever came right out and said what it had been, but Roy noticed that when they came to a stop, a swarm of men in black suits rushed to escort the engineer from sight.
fire station somewhere to get help somewhere you can go in case of an emeergency police station um…somewhere in casee someone you love gets hurt train station incase you need to go somewhere bus station incasee you need to go somewhere without a car…………and thats it.??
When the train pulled out of the station, had two lights on behind. The red light was my troubles and the blue light was my mind. – Robert Johnson
trains and buses. I like stations. I like to go places. People of all kinds. Children. motion and stability. waiting, watching, observing people. Enjoying the busy atmosphere. Lots going on.