Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

He said to Old Wilson "We would have been happy to take the train! Why the helicopter?" Old WIlson said "The trains here are not like those in other countries. They are over crowded and slow. By train, the journey is between two and three hours, depending on the stops. But even a first class ticket is meaningless here. They pack the railcars like sardines. I was not willing to let my Young Master, his Lady and his friends suffer that torment. And also, by the way, the guide that I have secured for you, is also a translator. So you will not have any problems with the language. Now go! You don't want to keep the pilot waiting."

The station master, a frail old man, cowered as the angry giant approached him. "The midnight train—did a girl and an older woman get on it?" Rahim demanded, grabbing the man’s lapels. "Y-yes, sir... just a few minutes ago. They bought tickets for the northern line," the man stammered. Rahim turned toward the horizon. Far off in the distance, he could see the red tail-lights of the train fading into the darkness of the forest. The rhythmic chug-chug of the engine sounded like a mocking laugh echoing through the valley.

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.

Tristan and his maid brought over dishes filled with meats fruits and eggs, setting them on the table. “We eat, then we leave. We have a train to catch.” I looked at Hunji, eyes wide and mouth slack. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day. The train leaves in 2 hours.” Hunji’s less-than-cheerful mood rolled off me. I was too excited about going on a train. I had always dreamt of going across the country by train. Or a boat, or even a car!

“Just want to drive without stopping—” The light went green. “You can go now, darling,” she said. He rolled forward— —and the road train hit them. It arrived like an iron verdict. Metal screamed. Tyres detonated. The truck spun—once, twice—fuel lines tore, and fire bloomed into the sky. Glassflowered. People screamed. The road train’s cab hissed and ticked, cooling in the sudden quiet. From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.”

After Lynn got rich, she started to spend frivolously. She even came to brag about her limited edition branded bag to me. “Harper, we should find a good place for our vacation!” I was not listening to what she was saying. The bodyguard escorted her to the train. It was only after Lynn boarded the train that she felt that something was wrong. She took out her phone to make a call, but I tossed it out of the train window. “The scenery is beautiful. Isn’t it nice to just admire it?” I looked out the window.

One minute before the plane took off, Riley entered the plane and said, "Remember! Once you're on the train, you have to be careful!" Elliot could only swallow hard, while Gale boldly asked, "Deputy General Mackenzie, what's wrong with the train?"

It was turning into a PR nightmare for the railroad. During that fateful trip a couple months back, it’d been discovered an infected passenger had somehow bypassed all the safety measures and screenings and boarded the train. The man was clearly deranged or on something because about an hour into the trip, he freaked the fuck out. Started attacking other passengers. Security dealt with him rather swiftly, but by then the damage had already been done. So far no one involved in the scuffle besides the assailant had tested positive, but it didn’t really matter. The emotional trauma had done its part. And fucked the railroad’s safe image to hell. And it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

I ran as fast as I could without stopping. My heart was pounding really fast. “I have killed Logan. I have killed Logan. I have killed Logan,” my heart continued to remind me. Fortunately for me, I did not have to run long enough before I heard the sound of a moving train. There was a stop just ahead, and I added extra speed just to meet up so that the train would not leave me. I got there just in time. The train had just finished taking in its passengers after others got out of the train, and I jumped in as well, looking like a lunatic.

I am so grateful to the one who invented music because I would literally die of boredom without it, even though I only listen to one band which is the Mayday Parade -- an American rock band from Florida that I had discovered because of my deceased brother - Zon. My inside cells were already dancing to the beat of the song Miserable at Best as I watched the bus slowly move across the roads. It'd definitely take a while before I reached the school. The conductor kept on calling passengers without realizing the bus was already full. He couldn't even smell his own breath while trying to cross between people standing in the middle of the bus.