Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

The last car {compartment} vanished past the platform edge, The train had entered the non-stop zone—its next halt was a city away 'Eastport'. Her stubborn nature didn't let her quit, she increased her pace. Just as the train entered the tunnel, she caught up with it. With the help of passengers extending their hands to her, she hopped in. Inside, the third-class compartment was chaos incarnate. Lowell’s face was turning purple, Martinez’s fingers sunk deep into his throat like claws, the two of them tangled on the ground like animals. He’d found Martinez, and the two collided in a savage tangle.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. But the train didn't move immediately as I thought it would. I opened my eyes and looked around. The other passengers seemed restless and annoyed. I checked my phone and saw that it was already past the scheduled departure time. I felt a surge of anxiety. Why was this train delayed? What if somebody recognizes me? I had all sorts of thoughts on my mind Suddenly, a voice came over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay. We are waiting for a signal clearance from the control room. Please remain seated and patient. We will be moving shortly. Thank you for your cooperation."

It was slowly moving toward the Citadel's docking spire, right along the path of Cargo-Line 7. "The train leaves the depot in exactly two minutes," I said, a holographic overlay of the transit schedule glowing on my visor. "Once it hits the open track, it accelerates to two hundred and fifty miles an hour. If we don't catch it before the Delta Bridge, we'll be eating its exhaust." "Then we push the redline," Dax ordered. He cranked the throttle of the Interceptor. The heavy bike surged forward, the modified engine screaming in protest. The rest of the pack followed suit, the raw torque threatening to tear the tires from the asphalt.

“Listen up, all passengers! This train is required to go through a maintenance check right now. Please head to Platform E2 and board train number 5051 bound for Rexia Castellum. Sorry for the inconvenience caused, and have a great day.” “Platform E?” Master Aram looked around. “That’s the platform for steam trains— if I remember correctly. That’ll mean we’ll have to board a steam train instead…” “Will we still get to Rexia Castellum in three hours?” Rhina inquired. The master sage shook his head. “Steam trains are slower, so the ride should take four and half hours at the very least. But if I use my magic to help the coal shovelers who tend the fire for the steam engine to work faster, we mi

The panic in her voice had climbed a decibel higher. In response, the train gave out a drawn out honk. The lights in the train went out and the sound of pandemonium ensued. Bumbling like a blind man in the dark, the train veered off the rail and crashed into the empty supermarket by the side of the road. It burst into flames amidst screams and agonized cries. The explosion that followed silenced the cries.

I board the train leaving the phone in the bin of garbage. Colorado isn't home for me I'm going to start over and hopefully new without the distractions of the world around me. Somewhere no one knew my sorry story or the trials I face. I take my in silence just me and jade not knowing what storm was brewing in which I left the dukes to face alone. It was a two day train ride I got to see some of the most beautiful things on this trip and for that I'm extremely grateful having never seen the color of the world as I do now. Our train arrives and the city that never sleeps is wide awake.

My heart pounded in my chest, but not from running – from panic. "Where the hell is—?" Lasses burst out of Seventh Avenue onto Mill Pond Station, Maxine was a good fifteen yards behind her. "Maxine.... Train is inbound," I said into my collar mic. "Say again. The train is inbound... Central, copy?" Central dispatched my message but neither of them slowed and the train sped by us, a blur of steel and glass. Now wailing its thunderous horn, flying at ungodly speed. The sirens which should have been louder, were now being silenced by the Iron Horse. I could see RMPs heading northbound, and saw two on foot quickly closing the distance. People started getting out of their cars to watch, making it

The massive, sleek Express Train, which was supposed to bypass the station, suddenly veered onto Platform B. It was moving at 200 miles per hour. The Judge looked up. He saw the headlights of the oncoming train. He opened his mouth to scream. SCREEEEECH. The train didn't hit him—safety protocols engaged the emergency brakes at the last second. The train shrieked to a halt, massive sparks showering the platform. The force of the wind knocked the Judge and his guards flat on their backs. "He's alive," Ren noted. "Just stunned. Accident failed. Plan B."

He grabbed her arm, practically throwing her down the exterior access hatch into the rear cargo car, before diving in after her and slamming the heavy iron door shut. "Vane, now!" Tristan roared. Inside the command cabin, Vane cursed loudly in three different pirate dialects, grabbed the dual throttle levers, and slammed them forward. The blue chalcedony core of the *Mammoth* shrieked. The massive treads spun, throwing off a shower of sparks as the train accelerated from seventy to ninety miles an hour. Tristan scrambled to his feet inside the dark, grain-filled cargo car. He slammed his hand against the forward bulkhead, right where the coupling connected the cars to the main engine.

His coffee wobbled, and he yelped, “Hey! Watch it!” “Sorry!” I threw the word over my shoulder, not daring to make eye contact, and ducked my head as I jogged down the platform. The red lights on the train doors began to pulse, and a shrill alarm went off. I lunged into the next car just as the doors hissed shut behind me.