Bullet Train Novels & Stories

Eragon questioned touching the train with his two hands in awe. "Hahahaha" It is not a caterpillar dumping, it's is a train. It's called a train, it conveys people from one point to another" Said Historia. They enter one of the carts. Its cabin was bright brown and red with old-fashioned button seats. Soon, the train made its noise, GHUGGA chugga,chugga,chugga, Chugga chugga, Choo the train moved in speed. "a lot of passengers on board"

The journey by train would take three hours to the town but had I used a bullet train it would take less than thirty minutes. That was another funny quirk and eccentricity of Selspur City.Since it was the residential area of quite a number of wealthy and influential people, one would have expected it to be ultra-modern. Yes the infrastructure was top notch, rail, road, water and sanitation as well as electricity. However, the city still stuck to some old technology, like using steam trains instead of maglev bullet trains.

said Michaela, while giggling. "Sorry if we have to leave you alone, sis. Dana actually insisted that you should come with us, but knowing you, my twin sister, you don't want to be our third wheel, right?" Marcus relayed. "Yes. You know very well that it sucks to be a thirdwheel. Anyway, how far is Osaka from Tokyo?" Michaela curiously asks her brother. "Well, we're going to take the bullet train so the travel time is about 2 hours and thirty minutes. It'll just be a quick trip. We'll be back to Tokyo after three days." Marcus informs his sister.

I tried pulling it off, but it was glued on the slab. I pulled with all my strength and used my leg to push against the door. Finally, the slab emitted a blue glow and released my hand, causing me to fall back on the steps. The hand thing was advanced but because the door creaked loudly, it seems like it is old. I stared at the highly advanced underground railroad inside the tunnel. Maybe the super-advanced terminal and the bullet train inside it came from extraterrestrial origins like mine. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Suddenly alarms went off, the doors of the bullet train opened. A purple mist floated through the doors.

"Yeah, it's your first out-of-the-country ride, isn't it?" I almost dropped my jaw. I know Arkenvale is far, but I didn't think it would be that far. I've only travelled to regions through the pods, that's what you call the personal vehicles. When we do get into trains, it's only to travel to further regions. And that usually takes two hours. Tops. Plus, this is a bullet train. It's insanely fast. "So what do you do here for 14 hours or sometimes more?" I asked him again.

Tracks ran through the center. Not old rail. Magnetic. A transport system built for silence. A train waited. Sleek. Dark. Windowless. No markings. No insignia. “How many people know about this?” I asked. “Fewer than think they do,” he said. That answer felt practiced. We stepped onto the platform. The air was cooler here. Filtered. Recycled. Permanent. This wasn’t a panic bunker. It was operational. The train doors slid open without a sound. Inside, the lighting shifted from sterile white to warm amber.

"How...strange." "It appears the train has arrived." He continued, and I turned my head to see the spectacle that had everyone cheering. The train was blacker than the night, shaped like a long bullet. The color wasn't flat by any means, but set with brilliant shimmers and sparkles. The sight reminded me of the night sky. Dark, endless, yet beautiful. The long windows were tinted with a dark film, blocking the inside of the train from sight. The train hissed as it came to a stop, two sliding doors positioned right where I stood.

The road is getting thinner and the trees are getting thicker. “Are we too far?” feeling amused “Just familiarize yourself into the road.” Bluntly he answer We are heading to a huge tunnel few meters away two cars identical to ours appear and we all get inside, he pull back and turn right approaching the wall. “Are you getting us killed? St…” he press a button and the wall crack open. We get into a smaller tunnel; too narrow enough for a one car. The blue LED light serves as the only guide, if you are a claustrophobic you can’t stand a second inside. After running 13.7 km we stop in front of a closed metal door covered with mud and rust.

"Me?" "Yes," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, something like that," he replied cryptically, leaning back in his seat with calm ease. Before I could ask what he meant, the train lurched into motion, picking up speed almost dizzyingly. "This has to be a bullet train," I muttered, amazed at how fast we were moving. "It's okay, Bellissima," he murmured. "What does that mean?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably under his steady gaze. He had called me that several times today.

The spooky decorations at the outside and the loud thundering sound from the inside draw my brows furrowed. With excitement filling her big grey eyes, Daniella smiles at me as she holds my hand, “Come on!” once again, she pulls me in. Following the staff’s lead, we walk past the gate with the free tickets and come into the station. When we come in, we see connected cars on the track. They are all built resembling old wooden barrels, a little larger than the regular size. The barrels are built with benches, providing stable seats to their riders. We eye the route along the track to find that the track leads the wooden barrels towards a pair of huge old wooden doors painted with huge creepy ey