Strangers On A Train Novels & Stories

Ella was so glad to have him there to handle her oversized rolling bag. “I think so,” she said. Mary agreed, so Gus put the keys in the glove box and locked the doors. As they all swung closed, Ella hoped they hadn’t just made a huge mistake. If Rome’s dad or his men were there, they’d be in trouble. The four of them hurried to the ticket counter and bought what they needed to make it to their next stop. A train was leaving in twenty minutes, which should work out well for them. The less time they spent standing around the train station where they could be spotted, the better. They checked all of their luggage so that it could be loaded on for them, except for Mary’s purse and Ella’s handbag

Tristan and Saoirse ducked low, shielding their heads. They smashed through the checkpoint, leaving the tilting bunker and the confused troopers behind in a cloud of steam and smoke. They hit the maintenance spur. The train lurched violently to the left. The wheels screamed, metal grinding on rusted metal. The track here was uneven, winding along the cliff edge with a terrifying drop to the right. Tristan slumped back against Saoirse. He was smoking. Literally. Steam rose from his skin. "Did we... did we clear it?" he gasped.

“What are you talking about? First what?” Before he could answer, she heard a cough from a few seats ahead. Farrah turned and froze. She realized that they weren’t just the passengers here. Other passengers were sitting scattered across the train car. She didn’t recognize them at all. There was a woman in a business suit clutching a rosary, probably an eighteen-year-old boy in a hoodie who was trembling uncontrollably, and a man in his thirties staring blankly at the floor. There were also three others, one woman and two men, who had their backs turned to her, so she couldn’t guess their age or emotion.

No one is stumbling out of a dark alley with The Divine clutched in their palms. Instead, it smells somewhat misty in here—almost tantalizing. It's my first interaction with the normal world after almost a year. To say I am freaking out would be an understatement. I observe the faces of my co-passengers. There is a family of five, three pups and a wolf couple, waiting for their train to arrive. The pups are being a pain in the ass to handle. The mother copes with the trauma while her mate scrolls through his phone with a grin plastered on his face.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the Asylum... Some desires only come alive in the dark, when there’s nowhere to run. Tonight’s confession happened on a broken midnight train — where strangers stopped being strangers and gave in to raw, desperate hunger with no escape until dawn. This one is filthy, risky, and completely unrestrained. Here is the confession of “The Last Train.” --- **Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 1** The subway car was almost empty when Maya stepped in at 11:47 p.m.

I can’t believe I had fallen so deep but I would do the fucking thing all over again if it meant I got Katarina. We finally pulled up to an area where the train was stranded on the tracks and just as Angelo Junior said they were surrounded. There were so many men with guns and lights flashing it was out of a movie but it wasn’t a movie. It was real. The men entered from both sides, the train was parked on top of a bridge and there were only two escape routes which were covered from both sides. Once we neared the train I saw her; Camila being pulled out, they had plastic cuffs on her. I glared at her and the man stopped right in front of me.

He tells me his name “Professor Brendan Harley and He looks away like he avoids us, and he is afraid to get near to somebody. I feel a sense of déjà vu like meeting strangers from the past but I’m not sure about it. Anyway, I finished my impression; so that’s how it ended and they mind their own business while waiting for their stopover until something weird happened. As I shifted my position to try to get a better sense of how beautiful the city outside. The light keeps on flashing as someone switches it on and off. We stared up at the lights and something chilled in my spine, an eerie feeling that said “Get out from the train RIGHT NOW!!!!” I shook off the feeling and stay calm in my seat

Stupid choice for tonight, but I was meeting a date who never showed, so the lingerie was for a man who didn’t deserve it. The stranger’s eyes settle on my thighs. On the sliver of lace peeking under my hem. He doesn’t look away. “Long night?” His voice is low. Rough at the edges, like he’s been smoking or hasn’t spoken to anyone in hours. The train rocks and his knee brushes mine and I feel the contact like a static shock. “You could say that.” Forty empty seats in this car, every one of them the smarter choice. I don’t move. I just go home and pour a glass of wine and forget that a strange man on the 2 AM train looked at my thighs like he wanted to eat.

They looked like the stuff motivational stories were made of, the way they stared into each other’s eyes. The train was filled with mostly aging people, men and women who had seen better in life and looked content with what they had made of it. Their faces told different stories, some of nostalgia, some of regret, but the overhanging feeling in the train was contentment. The only young people in the train were two college students who looked out of place. “Sonia, I had a bad dream last night,” Greg said. The old woman, now identified as Sonia , turned sharply to look at Greg. It was obvious that the two of them were partners; their attention was reserved only for both of them, and it seemed

I used my second hand to push the straying hand's away but the hand came back and I could feel a hot foul breath on my neck . "Hey darling, don't you want to have a taste of this " he whispered, thrusting , into the back of my jeans. My skin crawled in disgust as I desperately tried to push them away , but the man's hands kept straying until I got to my stop. Ew! As I was about to get down from the train , I decided that even if the universe had turned everything against me, I wouldn't allow a stranger to just molest meso j turned to the bastard, showing him my middle finger"