I met him at the station at quarter past three, just as he requested. I came with his favourite hat, and the car was parked in the front – he hates walking too far. I even offered to hold his suitcase for him, but he just looked at me and sneered “What are you, a man??” Sometimes I wonder.
Nicole
Stations at work are labeled 1, 2, and 3. They hold plates, straws, napkins, and other assorted goods. Today, one of the stations was not filled when I came in. So, I filled it. And it was happy. The end.
Brittany
one day i was at the train station. it was great and people were getting
sam
train station. A lot of people ride trains. I used to be afraid of trains, once upon a time. Now the experience is kind of exciting. Usually becasue when i ride a train i’m headed to the city. Its amazing that people can do that every day. Like the subway? I’ve never actually been to one but i don’t know it loses its special touch when you do it every day.
Karen
Why did I have to feel so bad for being mean to him? I had the perfect reason: I was being replaced. By her. I stared out the window at the slick streets and impulsively slammed my hand on the dashboard. “What the hell is taking him so long?” I saw through the windshield and into the gas station store. There they were. “Why is she even here!?” I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration and jumped out of the car. After all, my house was only two blocks away.
the bus station is where heartbreak and happiness start and finish. where journies end and staret. where people connect and love finishes. the end or the start. you decide!
take a journey beond taking a bus journey. meet someone and just talk.
this could be the station that your life changes at. apprieciate it.
dave
Ttrains trains trains train. Station: synonomous with trains, and crowds, and waiting. Always waiting. What an awful word. Created to name a place of waiting. Of stagnation. Or perhaps a place of great anticipation for a journey. A place for the butterflies to build. A space station? Yeaaaaahhhh floating in space. Winner.
James
I went to the train station today, I met the love of my life there. Sadly, I don”t think I will ever see him again. I don”t think my heart will mend from the tragedy of it all. I will never love again.
Lydia Christian
The train has left the station. With whom? I don’t know, but I intend to find out. The rest of my life could be on that train. I will not watch my life be whisked by me blowing my hair in my face during the process. Unnacceptable.
Davis
i love to go to the train station, its fun and snowy in the winter time. i went there once, it was great and snowy…very snowy, VERY VEEERY SNOWY. i was in maine. one time i crashed while was on a train, really! i know you dont belive me but it was at edivile railroad 4 winters ago… it was scary
cait gannon
With his hand clamped tight around mine, he pulled me through town with an eager smile on his face. “Where are we going?” I asked sharply. He gestured for me to be quiet and continued to tug my arm after him. Eventually, a shape rose from the horizon as we made out way past the city and into the bare land surrounding it. “A train station.” He whispered as a black strip along the ground focused into tracks and the building became distinctly prominent in the landscape; A mangled, overgrown clock continued it’s steady ticks from a nook above the main doors. I have never seen this place before- never even heard of it- and by the current deteriorating state of the loading dock and ticket windows and benches, neither had anyone else in our town.
Stations- I hate them right now. Trains stations are for goodbyes. They are where my love works. But they can never get him close enough to where I am. Stations just sit there, static, not here nor there- just roaming in vain and leading to nothing.
Tammy
The Covenant shuddered as it pulled into Vega Station. Constance Gray found herself proud that she’d held together this long. Very few ships survived a run in with the techno’s…much less managed to limp their way to a body station.
there was no train, or at least, no locomotive, only a collection of open trucks, rusting and rotting and clearly unsafe, and some still half full of coal or some kind of metal ore. since the station itself was abandoned and shrouded in dust, i gave it no more thought and slept on the tracks.
Today I went to the train station. I am on my way to a job interview to improve my station in life. It is no wonder that we are all stressed out, constantly striving to improve ourselves. A stationary device known as a booth contained a woman asking for money.
sean
Gas Stations, the place to be. What does station even mean? to be in place to be stationized. still. Its a very suddle word .
Station,
Go to Gas Stations (:
leslie
i am leaving the station now and never looking back. i can see the stars out and they are telling me to go and find my way. go on a new adventure. take those that i love with me every step of the way. Look out God, we are headed on a new journey. Jeremiah 29:11 tells me YOU have the way for me to get where I am going.
dfw
I waited for him. On the platform. I was hoping to apologise. To say sorry even if it didn’t mean anything to him.
He never showed. I was left standing alone. Again.
I’m sorry.
I stood at the station, waiting for the #3 train to come. There wasn’t any rain yet, but I had brought my black umbrella just in case, and it stood now casting a small shadow over the ground and my purple rain boots.
6:00 and I’m at the station. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the train that will take me to my next destination. My destiny. What lies there, I don’t know. So I’m sitting on the bench in this station. All around me people run and talk and run and talk and I wonder if they notice me there on that bench in the station.
Elyssa Lambert
The steam filled the air as Tanya took in a deep, steady breath. She had to leave, but she never expected it to be so hard. Or at least she expected him to say goodbye to her. But why in his right mind would he? She’s been an awful person to him. The train’s whistle snapped her back to the present. With one last look around-a pitiful hope filling her that he’d show-she boarded the train, promising herself never to look back.
I. I went to the trolly and activated the telly. No Idea why the telly was on the trolly, not why the trolly wasn’t in the station. Little things, I suppose. I feel like I am the only one to notice such ostrobogulous things.
Grant Drinnen
i was waiting on the train station to see the love of my life for the very first time.. didnt know he’ll look like this.. a tall dark handsome young man who stared right thru me.. smiled at me and said shawana its me.. didn’t know wat to say but just stayed glaring at him in a pause .. thinking that yeah it is him.
shawana
The station was fuzzy, all crackling static and babbling voices and not much company for the long drive he was facing. But he couldn’t spare attention from the wheel to try to change the channels with the rickety old knobs, and Billy had long ago fallen asleep, open-mouthed and snoring softly, but loud enough Steve was willing to take some Lady Gaga to drown him out.
I went to a train station to pick up my pet viper, but he missed the train. I was very sad so I decided to drown my sorrows at Starbucks.
Michelle
At the gas station, it was crowded. Not over-crowded. Just crowded. Stuffy. I didn’t like it. I felt…suffocated. Inebriated in a way I can’t explain.
V Servino
She saw him off at the station.
frances g
I wait patiently at the station for the train that will take me far away from this place. Far, far away.
Emilia
Train station, leading nowhere, going nowhere. Narnia. Hogwarts. CRASH. BAM. BOOM. Dead. Inception! “We’ll be together.”
Honeybee
Trains and my grandfather. Waiting for Alex at the 30th street, Philadelphia, from Union Station. Calling from restrooms and coatrooms and sitting boxes. Kurt Vonnegut bookshops. The saddest parts of cities and urban ruin, never stopping. B&O, CSX, train girl train girl. The pull of the tracks.
Station. Train station. One of my friends lives near the station in Station St. I sometimes like to sit in the station in the city and watch all the trains go by. The hum calms me somehow. I don’t think about anything, the thoughts just pass by me as the trains do. The cleaner will look at me and wonder who I am waiting for.
C
Station makes me think of a train station, like platform 9 3/4 because I’m a nerd like that and I feel compelled to write something almost literary or not… perhaps that makes it more spantabulous. I don’t know, but I think it does. And I’m about out of time.
Hey buddy, have a spantabulous trip with lots o’ FROAN (you and I both know how where there are people, there must be froan) But seriously, fun fun fun or else.
awesdrghjk
“All aboard,” shouted the conductor as they were ready for an early departure. The elegant woman in blue walked calmly as she boarded the train.
Trisha DeWitt
i will not move. i will stay here. i will send others to leave me. i will stay at this place. they will return to me. i will be this. i will be here. i will not move. i will stay here.
aurora
Last chance. Last call. At the station, wishing we didn’t have to say goodbye like this. Longing for just one more kiss. Wishing you were leaving on a different kind of trip. One you’d come back from. I’ll join you one day, if you’re still waiting for me. Will you wait that long?
emelyeanne
the sound “station” has a nostalgic feel, but it also suggest to me the place i grew up. it was near a train station, only two minute’s walk from the house. is that why it sounds nostalgic? not exactly.
kaorita
A bright light, filling a room full of cold, white tiles. She sat on the hard, wooden bench waiting. She checked her watch and the arrival clock over and over, but she minutes passed and she was still alone.
STATION ONE, boomed the obnoxious overvoice. Lark flinched away from the sound as he filled in his metal feedtray, trying to hustle along, eating as he walked. STATION TWO, shave. He always wondered what the women did during STATION TWO but never got up the nerve to ask Heidi.
trains and my grandfather. Waiting for Alex and calling from the bathrooms and the coatrooms and the sitting areas. Union. Philadelphia. The B&O. Tracks and urban ruin and trees that are made of lightning and dirt. The sad parts of cities and warehouses and no stopping.
Celia
The train station is a busy place. There are people getting on and off the commuter rail, packages being delivered to people and companies. Often times the station is used for trains that take people traveling. Most people nowadays take the plane to travel somewhere.
I met him at the station at quarter past three, just as he requested. I came with his favourite hat, and the car was parked in the front – he hates walking too far. I even offered to hold his suitcase for him, but he just looked at me and sneered “What are you, a man??” Sometimes I wonder.
Stations at work are labeled 1, 2, and 3. They hold plates, straws, napkins, and other assorted goods. Today, one of the stations was not filled when I came in. So, I filled it. And it was happy. The end.
one day i was at the train station. it was great and people were getting
train station. A lot of people ride trains. I used to be afraid of trains, once upon a time. Now the experience is kind of exciting. Usually becasue when i ride a train i’m headed to the city. Its amazing that people can do that every day. Like the subway? I’ve never actually been to one but i don’t know it loses its special touch when you do it every day.
Why did I have to feel so bad for being mean to him? I had the perfect reason: I was being replaced. By her. I stared out the window at the slick streets and impulsively slammed my hand on the dashboard. “What the hell is taking him so long?” I saw through the windshield and into the gas station store. There they were. “Why is she even here!?” I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration and jumped out of the car. After all, my house was only two blocks away.
the bus station is where heartbreak and happiness start and finish. where journies end and staret. where people connect and love finishes. the end or the start. you decide!
take a journey beond taking a bus journey. meet someone and just talk.
this could be the station that your life changes at. apprieciate it.
Ttrains trains trains train. Station: synonomous with trains, and crowds, and waiting. Always waiting. What an awful word. Created to name a place of waiting. Of stagnation. Or perhaps a place of great anticipation for a journey. A place for the butterflies to build. A space station? Yeaaaaahhhh floating in space. Winner.
I went to the train station today, I met the love of my life there. Sadly, I don”t think I will ever see him again. I don”t think my heart will mend from the tragedy of it all. I will never love again.
The train has left the station. With whom? I don’t know, but I intend to find out. The rest of my life could be on that train. I will not watch my life be whisked by me blowing my hair in my face during the process. Unnacceptable.
i love to go to the train station, its fun and snowy in the winter time. i went there once, it was great and snowy…very snowy, VERY VEEERY SNOWY. i was in maine. one time i crashed while was on a train, really! i know you dont belive me but it was at edivile railroad 4 winters ago… it was scary
With his hand clamped tight around mine, he pulled me through town with an eager smile on his face. “Where are we going?” I asked sharply. He gestured for me to be quiet and continued to tug my arm after him. Eventually, a shape rose from the horizon as we made out way past the city and into the bare land surrounding it. “A train station.” He whispered as a black strip along the ground focused into tracks and the building became distinctly prominent in the landscape; A mangled, overgrown clock continued it’s steady ticks from a nook above the main doors. I have never seen this place before- never even heard of it- and by the current deteriorating state of the loading dock and ticket windows and benches, neither had anyone else in our town.
Stations- I hate them right now. Trains stations are for goodbyes. They are where my love works. But they can never get him close enough to where I am. Stations just sit there, static, not here nor there- just roaming in vain and leading to nothing.
The Covenant shuddered as it pulled into Vega Station. Constance Gray found herself proud that she’d held together this long. Very few ships survived a run in with the techno’s…much less managed to limp their way to a body station.
there was no train, or at least, no locomotive, only a collection of open trucks, rusting and rotting and clearly unsafe, and some still half full of coal or some kind of metal ore. since the station itself was abandoned and shrouded in dust, i gave it no more thought and slept on the tracks.
Today I went to the train station. I am on my way to a job interview to improve my station in life. It is no wonder that we are all stressed out, constantly striving to improve ourselves. A stationary device known as a booth contained a woman asking for money.
Gas Stations, the place to be. What does station even mean? to be in place to be stationized. still. Its a very suddle word .
Station,
Go to Gas Stations (:
i am leaving the station now and never looking back. i can see the stars out and they are telling me to go and find my way. go on a new adventure. take those that i love with me every step of the way. Look out God, we are headed on a new journey. Jeremiah 29:11 tells me YOU have the way for me to get where I am going.
I waited for him. On the platform. I was hoping to apologise. To say sorry even if it didn’t mean anything to him.
He never showed. I was left standing alone. Again.
I’m sorry.
I stood at the station, waiting for the #3 train to come. There wasn’t any rain yet, but I had brought my black umbrella just in case, and it stood now casting a small shadow over the ground and my purple rain boots.
6:00 and I’m at the station. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the train that will take me to my next destination. My destiny. What lies there, I don’t know. So I’m sitting on the bench in this station. All around me people run and talk and run and talk and I wonder if they notice me there on that bench in the station.
The steam filled the air as Tanya took in a deep, steady breath. She had to leave, but she never expected it to be so hard. Or at least she expected him to say goodbye to her. But why in his right mind would he? She’s been an awful person to him. The train’s whistle snapped her back to the present. With one last look around-a pitiful hope filling her that he’d show-she boarded the train, promising herself never to look back.
I. I went to the trolly and activated the telly. No Idea why the telly was on the trolly, not why the trolly wasn’t in the station. Little things, I suppose. I feel like I am the only one to notice such ostrobogulous things.
i was waiting on the train station to see the love of my life for the very first time.. didnt know he’ll look like this.. a tall dark handsome young man who stared right thru me.. smiled at me and said shawana its me.. didn’t know wat to say but just stayed glaring at him in a pause .. thinking that yeah it is him.
The station was fuzzy, all crackling static and babbling voices and not much company for the long drive he was facing. But he couldn’t spare attention from the wheel to try to change the channels with the rickety old knobs, and Billy had long ago fallen asleep, open-mouthed and snoring softly, but loud enough Steve was willing to take some Lady Gaga to drown him out.
I went to a train station to pick up my pet viper, but he missed the train. I was very sad so I decided to drown my sorrows at Starbucks.
At the gas station, it was crowded. Not over-crowded. Just crowded. Stuffy. I didn’t like it. I felt…suffocated. Inebriated in a way I can’t explain.
She saw him off at the station.
I wait patiently at the station for the train that will take me far away from this place. Far, far away.
Train station, leading nowhere, going nowhere. Narnia. Hogwarts. CRASH. BAM. BOOM. Dead. Inception! “We’ll be together.”
Trains and my grandfather. Waiting for Alex at the 30th street, Philadelphia, from Union Station. Calling from restrooms and coatrooms and sitting boxes. Kurt Vonnegut bookshops. The saddest parts of cities and urban ruin, never stopping. B&O, CSX, train girl train girl. The pull of the tracks.
Station. Train station. One of my friends lives near the station in Station St. I sometimes like to sit in the station in the city and watch all the trains go by. The hum calms me somehow. I don’t think about anything, the thoughts just pass by me as the trains do. The cleaner will look at me and wonder who I am waiting for.
Station makes me think of a train station, like platform 9 3/4 because I’m a nerd like that and I feel compelled to write something almost literary or not… perhaps that makes it more spantabulous. I don’t know, but I think it does. And I’m about out of time.
Hey buddy, have a spantabulous trip with lots o’ FROAN (you and I both know how where there are people, there must be froan) But seriously, fun fun fun or else.
“All aboard,” shouted the conductor as they were ready for an early departure. The elegant woman in blue walked calmly as she boarded the train.
i will not move. i will stay here. i will send others to leave me. i will stay at this place. they will return to me. i will be this. i will be here. i will not move. i will stay here.
Last chance. Last call. At the station, wishing we didn’t have to say goodbye like this. Longing for just one more kiss. Wishing you were leaving on a different kind of trip. One you’d come back from. I’ll join you one day, if you’re still waiting for me. Will you wait that long?
the sound “station” has a nostalgic feel, but it also suggest to me the place i grew up. it was near a train station, only two minute’s walk from the house. is that why it sounds nostalgic? not exactly.
A bright light, filling a room full of cold, white tiles. She sat on the hard, wooden bench waiting. She checked her watch and the arrival clock over and over, but she minutes passed and she was still alone.
STATION ONE, boomed the obnoxious overvoice. Lark flinched away from the sound as he filled in his metal feedtray, trying to hustle along, eating as he walked. STATION TWO, shave. He always wondered what the women did during STATION TWO but never got up the nerve to ask Heidi.
trains and my grandfather. Waiting for Alex and calling from the bathrooms and the coatrooms and the sitting areas. Union. Philadelphia. The B&O. Tracks and urban ruin and trees that are made of lightning and dirt. The sad parts of cities and warehouses and no stopping.
The train station is a busy place. There are people getting on and off the commuter rail, packages being delivered to people and companies. Often times the station is used for trains that take people traveling. Most people nowadays take the plane to travel somewhere.