Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

Marco grabbed Damien’s arm. Aldo pulled Sebastian aboard. The instant they crossed onto the train… The tunnel behind them disappeared beneath thousands of tons of rock. The platform shook violently. Samuel slammed his fist onto the control console. “Go!” The underground train lurched forward. Steel wheels screamed against the tracks as it accelerated into the darkness. No one spoke. Everyone watched through the rear window. The western platform vanished beneath a wall of dust. Seconds later… A deafening roar echoed through the tunnels. Helix Summit was collapsing.

Without hesitation, he reached for the bright red emergency brake lever beside the control panel and pulled it down. The train screeched violently as the brakes locked. Sparks exploded beneath the wheels, filling the dark tunnel with flashes of white light. The sudden force threw all of us forward. My hands slipped from Dominic's waist as he crashed chest-first into the junction box. The iron bar flew from his hands and disappeared into the darkness below the train. I slammed hard against the cabin wall, and sharp pain shot through my shoulder. Marcus wasn't as lucky. The violent stop threw him completely off the flatbed. He hit the tunnel wall before falling beneath the wheels of the moving

"Brenda! Brenda!! Please! Don’t leave me here!" They disappeared. "PONNNN!!" I turned to the oncoming train. It blazed forward, unstoppable. "BRENDAAAA!!!" But it was too late. GBOAA!! The train hit. Silence followed. No pain. No sound. Nothing. Just… silence. Just death.

door, my feet padding against the earth as I make a beeline for the road. I have my passport in my back pocket, and some cash that could last me a few days. Taking a sharp corner the road turns narrow as the asphalt slowly piles up into muddy ground. I know I always ran from anywhere I called home for years, but it’s for the best. The train station comes into view as clatters of people moving around fills my ears, the loud buzz of the train as I head down the stairs to the counter. I hate this. I shouldn't have gone to that club, I should never have listened to Jesse. “Where to miss?” the fair skinned lady behind the counters asks, her eyes piercing my skin. Most likely my neck as I look li

Together, they dreamed of joining the ranks of the esteemed officers who patrolled the streets, ensuring the safety of their community. However, tragedy struck during one fateful training exercise. Max found himself in a position where he believed he had failed to support Jimmy adequately, leading to a devastating accident that claimed his friend's life. During a training exercise, Max and Jimmy were participating in a high-stakes rescue mission simulation in a treacherous mountainous region. Their objective was to locate and evacuate a stranded hiker from a perilous cliffside. As they approached the cliff, Max was responsible for anchoring the safety ropes while Jimmy rappelled down to reac

I just know if he finds me, he’ll kill me. Oh God. Another wave of trauma, fear, panic and heartbreak haunts me to my core. Compassion and kindness softens the attendant’s features. “I’m so sorry.” She quickly checks the screen again, then says, “There’s one boarding right now with Eagle Air. It’s destined for Houston. Will that be okay?” I nod desperately. “How much?” “One thousand six hundred euros.” I quickly take the envelope from my coat and give her the cash and my passport.

Their car spun and came to a stop, a crumpled pile of metal was all that was left of it. Cara was unable to look away from her best friend and herself still piled on top of each other in the passenger seat. This couldn't be real. This couldn't have happened! They had made it! They had made it, damn it! This wasn't what happened at all! She sat there staring at the carnage before her, jaw hanging wide open in disbelief. She shook her head slowly, this could not be. This wasn't what happened at all.

I want to scream, to throw everything back at him—for trapping me in this nightmare, for hunting me down like a fugitive instead of his wife. He grips my wrist and pulls me to my feet. “I’m not going back,” I say, voice trembling but firm. “The train is leaving soon,” Maximilian says, his tone clipped. “Don’t make me delay these people just to deal with you.” His stern glare only fuels my frustration. I hate how he traps me like this. But maybe—just maybe—I can turn the situation around. I glance at the passengers, their curious gazes bouncing between us. I can feel their attention, and it sparks a bold idea.

Jack sat in the front, Marcus at the controls (which consisted of a steering wheel from a 1990 Ford and a big red lever). "Train is moving," Gary's voice warned. "Departure confirmed. Speed increasing. 50 mph... 60..." "Wait for it," Jack said, watching the shadows of the main tunnel through a crack in the wall. A roar filled the air. The ground shook. The Ghost Train thundered past them, a blur of black steel and misery. "NOW!" Jack shouted. Marcus slammed the red lever forward. The V8 engine roared to life, spitting fire. The Beast lurched forward, tires screeching, sparks flying. They shot out of the service tunnel and merged onto the main track, right behind the Ghost Train.

Her fingers traced the jagged edge of the plastic train pass. The station smelled of stale grease and wet wool. People moved like shadows under the flickering yellow lights of the departures board. One hour. In sixty minutes, the midnight express would pull out, and she’d be a ghost. No Council. No Sloane. No Abram. She stood at the kiosk, hand trembling as she fed the pass into the slot. "Check the feed, man. Look at this s**t." Two commuters nearby huddled over a tablet. The bright screen reflected off their wide eyes. Elara’s gaze drifted to the row of monitors hanging from the ceiling. A "Breaking News" banner flashed in harsh crimson.