Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

He seen the lust in her eyes and wondered when was the last time she got laid and if she was in need of some release. Lyn was beyond embarrassed. She was just caught lusting at a guest by the guest. She quickly went down the stairs back to the first floor. There she saw Alex looking at her with a confused and questioning stare. She looked away, he aviut to ask her what happened until Jose came in trhough the front doors, boxes in hand. He had left not long after Lyn finished signing her employment papers and has been gone until now. Jose put the boxes in the back office, the owners office, and asked," So how was everything? Did you have any questions?" Before Lyn could respond Alex chimed in

The train sped through the night, wheels clattering, the sound the only thing that filled the tense silence between Maya and Zane. She still didn’t know how they had gotten through that chaos. A rooftop escape. A high-speed chase. A train jump. And yet, here they were. Maya exhaled shakily, bracing her wounded arm against her stomach as she sat against one of the train’s metal ridges. It had stained her sleeve with blood but she let it go.

“Really?” “Well they can’t speak and they won’t understand a word of what we’re saying.” “Are their souls free, at least?” Harriet looks over her shoulder at the beasts. “Who the hell even knows?” “I’m your train station, aren’t I?” “What?” she asks. “You managed to get yourself on this runaway train of murder and mayhem, and you don’t know how to get off it. I’m it. I’m your last stop, right? You want me back so you can get off the train?”

She is mad I will see her after finding her how can she be so careless.... He calls his man and says within ten minutes I want my wife and children back to me saying this he cuts the call.... Mehak book the train tickets she is going Mumbai she sit in a train with there children..... Ibrahim one man calls Ibrahim and says sir I found mam she is sitting in a train she is going to Mumbai..... Cancel the train make her and children safe don't touch them just keep an eye on them I am coming..... Ibrahim, adeel, alim

The man in the olive T-shirt was the first to appear, then the woman wearing the dark glasses and mustard sundress and finally the young woman with the pierced nose: all using different access points, all looking for us. Blanche glanced up at me in desperation. "What are we going to do?" "Stay calm," I say. Platform seven, filled with a rush of air, accompanied by the sound of electricity rattling through the track in front of us. The sound volume escalated as the red train, with HIGH BARNET VIA BANK, emblazoned in bright yellow lettering on the front carriage, clattered into view, its brakes squealing as it slowly came to a halt. "MIND THE GAP! MIND THE GAP!" Announced an electronic voice o

The 4-train screeched to a jagged, sparking halt midway between the 59th Street and Grand Central stations. The lights inside the car flickered—a sickening, rhythmic yellow—before dying entirely, plunged into the absolute, velvet black of the deep tunnel. For a moment, the only sound was the cooling hiss of the brakes and the collective, terrified intake of breath from fifty commuters.

I retorted "And anyways, our trains are arriving so it will be a loss Margot." She said in a sarcastic voice I looked at her while biting my bottom lip to try and find a solution when I am quickly snapped out of my thoughts from the speakers announcing my early victory. "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 9:30 𝙖.𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 10:00 𝙖.𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙞 𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 "

I’m pretty sure a bullet whizzes past my head, creating a hole straight through the train car’s wall. “Don’t shoot her!” one of the men yells. “Favreaux needs her alive!” I keep running, barely able to hear over the pounding war drum in my chest. I’m officially at the back of the train. There’s no more room to run unless I want to throw myself off the high-speed train going 185 miles per hour. “Well, well, well,” Mr. Broken Nose says to me with an awful glint in his eye. “Looks like you’re all ours, girlie.”

Back in the wreckage. I looked down at my phone, hidden under the desk. On the screen was a grainy, digitized scan of an old newspaper article I had downloaded from the library archives. MBEYA TRAIN DISASTER: MECHANICAL FAILURE OR SABOTAGE? Official reports cite brake failure on the steep incline, but local witnesses report a flash of light moments before derailment... "What was it?" I whispered to myself, scrolling past the official government statement. "A nuclear test? A weapon?"

“Dr. Linch, a special plane has been approved to send you back. Your license and pass have been fully reinstated, and a clarification has been issued regarding the incident at the express train station. As for that live stream, it has been taken down from all platforms. The accounts that spread rumors have been permanently banned. The relevant departments are already investigating the accounts that forwarded the posts.” I nodded.