The wind whipped her hair from side to side as she waited by the side of the tracks. The speed of the train always electrified her.She felt alive as the draft of air whooshed past her and the clackety clack of the wheels resounded on the metal.
Helen
the sound of our coats rustling together as we hug helps me to concentrate on something other than crying. I can feel her heaving breaths as she grips me tight, like this may be the last time she ever sees me.
As I pull away from her, I see her bite her bottom lip and struggle to say I love you.
Lindsay
The Train was barreling down upon her fast. She had to do something and do it quick if she was going top save the puppy. She couldn’t just stand by and watch.
Dana
I have a friend who is taking a train from North Carolina to Connecticutt tonight. That’s got to be a long trip, but I think it’d be fun to experience. As for myself, I haven’t been on a train in a long time, but I hear them often. A railroad track runs close to my house, and I find the sound soothing as I try to sleep at night.
janis joplin once said:
as we discovered on the train
tomorrow never happens man
it’s all the same fuckin’ day man…
Take this train to the end of the earth
and find there is no tomorrow
as we travel on
we live each day as if it has yet to come
but live for now
because tomorrow never happens.
Practice. Conditioning. Repetition. I honed my skills, day in and day out. For what, I don’t know. For the hell of it. Maybe I wanted to be the greatest toy train conductor the world have ever known.
Like a runaway train, the man flew through the woods effortlessly, criss-crossing and blatantly ignoring pathways, to any observer running in an utterly random pattern, but to him it meant the world.
Well one time, I went on this train ride. I think I was about six or seven years old. Actually, it started out that my parents and I went to the train station. Somewhere in Miami I believe, but I don’t know to where. Maybe it was the Tri-Rail and all I really remember about it is that I waited and ate baby food there.
George
rumbling. chug chug chug down the track. black steam piling our behind it. blasting horn. wide open prairies. fields of wheat and corn and grain and grass and hay. smoke filling your lungs. red caboose trailing behind. coal piling into the engine.
Christy
A train, going nowhere, going anywhere. I would like to take a train right now, actually. A train to visit the person I can’t stop thinking about. I’d put in my headphones, staring out at the sunlit forests I’d pass through, watching the streams dance between the trees. They signify so much possibility.
A train, going somewhere, going nowhere. I would like to ride a train to anywhere, actually. Put in my headphones and just ride for however long I feel like it, sunlight glowing through the window as I stare out at the green dusk. It also makes me think of Harry Potter, and that makes me sad because HP is almost over.
Emma
The train rolled down the tracks, chugging like an old man after a trip down the steps. The sound of the whistle raced ahead of the vehicle. It gave warning to all those too stubborn to give way.
Cassie Jones
All this time the train never came.
Santos
i want to just go on a random train and go someplace ive never been before.
madison
Train go train. Trains have no need of training, no significant improvement can be come by through the extended use of a train. Mechanical detriment is the only result of repeatedly running a train, even with routine train maintenance. Trains are not as common a method of transportation as they once were.
Nate
long waiting smoke west like a fire in the soul. time chucking away like a nail in the heart. paul, will, abraham, smoky.
kat
i feel my heart thumper bumping and I run into him again, I knew if I caught the earlier train something would happen (my ancestors were watching) with racing clock and ticking red, I walk right up to him “ive see you around, lots of times, I’m Pea” and he looks silghtly confused, “I think Ive seen you once or twice” ! I’ve counted and written about 7 instances my friend.
Train, train. Loud noisy train. You sound like thunder under my feet. I walk near the vent and you fly under me like a million frightened bats. I jump back afraid and shocked that such a giant could be living under my feet without even knowing it! What else could be under our feet without the knowledge of it even being there?
The Soul Train was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. I hate it. I don’t know why I let my brother talking me into watching it. I know he has a horrible taste for movies, but dang.
It represented her entire childhood, that train. Scarlet and steaming, gold letters proclaiming its name. Quiet compartments filled with laughter and beans and magic. Dementors and chocolate frogs and Albus Dumbledore trading cards. Her entire childhood, that train was. Her gateway to somewhere else. To magic.
voyage love speed memory trees germany switzerland space time patience stranger food dream speak sleep fast velocity blanket eyes movement
ruth dejene
Trains carry all kinds of travellers all kinds of places. I like them, a lot. I like how I can spend hours just sitting there and stare at the world outside the window as the train goes by it. I love the feeling of being on my way to some place.
carry the heavy load, many engines super strong, long, smashing pennys, steam, chew chew, runaways, train hoping, hobos, carry the coal the cow and the car. a long sentence
cortlan
I felt the car shaking as the train moved slowly on the tracks. I held on tight. It was my first time on a train, and I was afraid that I’d fall and hurt myself. I fixed my dress and looked around.
“These peasants are disgusting,” I spat.
The man in front of me turned around and shook his head, “Petty.”
I laughed. “You’re just jealous,” I said, mostly reassuring myself.
I like trains, they let my imagination roam. I haven’t been on a train in a long time. I miss them. I miss the sense of wonder you get when you’re on your way to your destination. Trains in Europe sound nice. I don’t like the kind of trains from the movie “Unstoppable”
Bengal
The guy was standing on the train track enjoying the nice breezy day. Suddenly he hears a noise, next thing you know he is dead!
Head stuck to the scratched greasy glass I look out on the English countryside. Insides churning and calling out to be fed and a headache rumbles round my head. 5 hours and another 2 to go. Midnight will not bring me home nor peace
A train is not a way to get somewhere, it is a place that will take you somewhere. When I step on a train, I think of how the adventure is not where I am going, it is the journey that is the adventure. When it is raining, and you are playing a boring game of solitaire, but, with a particularly unique group of people, that are much more interesting than the game you are playing. Or, if it is a warm, sunny day and you are on the outside part of the train, and the wind is whistling past your flushed cheeks, and you look at the bare nature around you.
Chloe
ive only been on a train twice before, and both times were interesting experiences. the second time however, some old woman started calling us immature young kids who cant respect their elders and she was the most obnoxious person ive ever met in my life. so we yelled back at her of course. the train had so many drunks on it that day, we couldnt figure out why she was picking on just us. st. pattys day sure brings out the crazies. If i didnt have my pledge sister form my sorority there, i would have gotten off at the wrong stop somewhere and been completely lost with no phone or money to get home.
Caitlin
a moving way of transportation used to be run on coal now it is usually run electrically. A lot of people get hit by them.
Patrick Northrup
She looked out the windows of the speeding train, praying for a brighter future and more opportunities. A fresh start and a new life. The conductor passed, taking her ticket and moving to the next passenger.
Caitlin
plastic gravy train, dog food pictures on the side of the freight cars, I hear the buzz of electricity, the blue smell of electricity rises from the tracks that loop around me as I sit there, cranking the train to its loudest speed, the track shuffles and slides around me like a hula hoop with a mind of its own.
the train slows down just enough to make a jump for it. The four of us hop on and ride for a full night and day. By midday and the last sliver of shade, the train grinds to a halt. A few moments later the conductor’s head pops over the edge of car and offers us all water. We must have been a sight, 4 dirty kids in a row reading books on a freight train. That conductor then brought us water and later on stopped the train outside of the cheyenne yard so we wouldn’t get busted by the bulls. Thanks mr. train conductor!
The sleeper was small but soon became my home away from home as I traveled across the barren landscape in a daze.
Rocky
She stared longingly into the distance, her gaze following a now pencil-sized dot. The train had left the station. And what’s worse yet is him with it. Never to be seen again – forever a mere memory.
Kari
Thomas the Tank Engine’s conductor ifs Ringo Starr. Wtf? Childhood mind has been seriously blown.
Matty B
you know, one day, there was a boy and his mom and they went on a train ride down to the nearest city so they could go get some groceries. The boy’s dad was coming home from a overseas trip and they wanted to make something nice to eat for dinner. So the mom took the boy to Albertson’s and they bought pasta, the boy’s dad’s favorite food.
The wind whipped her hair from side to side as she waited by the side of the tracks. The speed of the train always electrified her.She felt alive as the draft of air whooshed past her and the clackety clack of the wheels resounded on the metal.
the sound of our coats rustling together as we hug helps me to concentrate on something other than crying. I can feel her heaving breaths as she grips me tight, like this may be the last time she ever sees me.
As I pull away from her, I see her bite her bottom lip and struggle to say I love you.
The Train was barreling down upon her fast. She had to do something and do it quick if she was going top save the puppy. She couldn’t just stand by and watch.
I have a friend who is taking a train from North Carolina to Connecticutt tonight. That’s got to be a long trip, but I think it’d be fun to experience. As for myself, I haven’t been on a train in a long time, but I hear them often. A railroad track runs close to my house, and I find the sound soothing as I try to sleep at night.
janis joplin once said:
as we discovered on the train
tomorrow never happens man
it’s all the same fuckin’ day man…
Take this train to the end of the earth
and find there is no tomorrow
as we travel on
we live each day as if it has yet to come
but live for now
because tomorrow never happens.
Practice. Conditioning. Repetition. I honed my skills, day in and day out. For what, I don’t know. For the hell of it. Maybe I wanted to be the greatest toy train conductor the world have ever known.
Like a runaway train, the man flew through the woods effortlessly, criss-crossing and blatantly ignoring pathways, to any observer running in an utterly random pattern, but to him it meant the world.
Well one time, I went on this train ride. I think I was about six or seven years old. Actually, it started out that my parents and I went to the train station. Somewhere in Miami I believe, but I don’t know to where. Maybe it was the Tri-Rail and all I really remember about it is that I waited and ate baby food there.
rumbling. chug chug chug down the track. black steam piling our behind it. blasting horn. wide open prairies. fields of wheat and corn and grain and grass and hay. smoke filling your lungs. red caboose trailing behind. coal piling into the engine.
A train, going nowhere, going anywhere. I would like to take a train right now, actually. A train to visit the person I can’t stop thinking about. I’d put in my headphones, staring out at the sunlit forests I’d pass through, watching the streams dance between the trees. They signify so much possibility.
A train, going somewhere, going nowhere. I would like to ride a train to anywhere, actually. Put in my headphones and just ride for however long I feel like it, sunlight glowing through the window as I stare out at the green dusk. It also makes me think of Harry Potter, and that makes me sad because HP is almost over.
The train rolled down the tracks, chugging like an old man after a trip down the steps. The sound of the whistle raced ahead of the vehicle. It gave warning to all those too stubborn to give way.
All this time the train never came.
i want to just go on a random train and go someplace ive never been before.
Train go train. Trains have no need of training, no significant improvement can be come by through the extended use of a train. Mechanical detriment is the only result of repeatedly running a train, even with routine train maintenance. Trains are not as common a method of transportation as they once were.
long waiting smoke west like a fire in the soul. time chucking away like a nail in the heart. paul, will, abraham, smoky.
i feel my heart thumper bumping and I run into him again, I knew if I caught the earlier train something would happen (my ancestors were watching) with racing clock and ticking red, I walk right up to him “ive see you around, lots of times, I’m Pea” and he looks silghtly confused, “I think Ive seen you once or twice” ! I’ve counted and written about 7 instances my friend.
i think of a train going down its tracks really fast and smoke all around it in the old west : )
Train, train. Loud noisy train. You sound like thunder under my feet. I walk near the vent and you fly under me like a million frightened bats. I jump back afraid and shocked that such a giant could be living under my feet without even knowing it! What else could be under our feet without the knowledge of it even being there?
The Soul Train was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. I hate it. I don’t know why I let my brother talking me into watching it. I know he has a horrible taste for movies, but dang.
It represented her entire childhood, that train. Scarlet and steaming, gold letters proclaiming its name. Quiet compartments filled with laughter and beans and magic. Dementors and chocolate frogs and Albus Dumbledore trading cards. Her entire childhood, that train was. Her gateway to somewhere else. To magic.
voyage love speed memory trees germany switzerland space time patience stranger food dream speak sleep fast velocity blanket eyes movement
Trains carry all kinds of travellers all kinds of places. I like them, a lot. I like how I can spend hours just sitting there and stare at the world outside the window as the train goes by it. I love the feeling of being on my way to some place.
slow moving…… steam rising. country views. I’m on my way.
All I see is rain. Which it hasn’t. In a long long time. As long as the tracks into the sunset.
carry the heavy load, many engines super strong, long, smashing pennys, steam, chew chew, runaways, train hoping, hobos, carry the coal the cow and the car. a long sentence
I felt the car shaking as the train moved slowly on the tracks. I held on tight. It was my first time on a train, and I was afraid that I’d fall and hurt myself. I fixed my dress and looked around.
“These peasants are disgusting,” I spat.
The man in front of me turned around and shook his head, “Petty.”
I laughed. “You’re just jealous,” I said, mostly reassuring myself.
I like trains, they let my imagination roam. I haven’t been on a train in a long time. I miss them. I miss the sense of wonder you get when you’re on your way to your destination. Trains in Europe sound nice. I don’t like the kind of trains from the movie “Unstoppable”
The guy was standing on the train track enjoying the nice breezy day. Suddenly he hears a noise, next thing you know he is dead!
Head stuck to the scratched greasy glass I look out on the English countryside. Insides churning and calling out to be fed and a headache rumbles round my head. 5 hours and another 2 to go. Midnight will not bring me home nor peace
A train is not a way to get somewhere, it is a place that will take you somewhere. When I step on a train, I think of how the adventure is not where I am going, it is the journey that is the adventure. When it is raining, and you are playing a boring game of solitaire, but, with a particularly unique group of people, that are much more interesting than the game you are playing. Or, if it is a warm, sunny day and you are on the outside part of the train, and the wind is whistling past your flushed cheeks, and you look at the bare nature around you.
ive only been on a train twice before, and both times were interesting experiences. the second time however, some old woman started calling us immature young kids who cant respect their elders and she was the most obnoxious person ive ever met in my life. so we yelled back at her of course. the train had so many drunks on it that day, we couldnt figure out why she was picking on just us. st. pattys day sure brings out the crazies. If i didnt have my pledge sister form my sorority there, i would have gotten off at the wrong stop somewhere and been completely lost with no phone or money to get home.
a moving way of transportation used to be run on coal now it is usually run electrically. A lot of people get hit by them.
She looked out the windows of the speeding train, praying for a brighter future and more opportunities. A fresh start and a new life. The conductor passed, taking her ticket and moving to the next passenger.
plastic gravy train, dog food pictures on the side of the freight cars, I hear the buzz of electricity, the blue smell of electricity rises from the tracks that loop around me as I sit there, cranking the train to its loudest speed, the track shuffles and slides around me like a hula hoop with a mind of its own.
the train slows down just enough to make a jump for it. The four of us hop on and ride for a full night and day. By midday and the last sliver of shade, the train grinds to a halt. A few moments later the conductor’s head pops over the edge of car and offers us all water. We must have been a sight, 4 dirty kids in a row reading books on a freight train. That conductor then brought us water and later on stopped the train outside of the cheyenne yard so we wouldn’t get busted by the bulls. Thanks mr. train conductor!
The sleeper was small but soon became my home away from home as I traveled across the barren landscape in a daze.
She stared longingly into the distance, her gaze following a now pencil-sized dot. The train had left the station. And what’s worse yet is him with it. Never to be seen again – forever a mere memory.
Thomas the Tank Engine’s conductor ifs Ringo Starr. Wtf? Childhood mind has been seriously blown.
you know, one day, there was a boy and his mom and they went on a train ride down to the nearest city so they could go get some groceries. The boy’s dad was coming home from a overseas trip and they wanted to make something nice to eat for dinner. So the mom took the boy to Albertson’s and they bought pasta, the boy’s dad’s favorite food.