Strangers On A Train Novels & Stories

"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.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Mary keeps her eyes pinned out onto the street, anticipating the approaching figures appearing from nowhere. I wrap my fingers around her cold ones and lead her onto the nearest train. We choose the both down the far end, keeping out heads ducked behind the window while we wait for it to depart. There are a few figures on board, each paying us no more than a quick glance. Most of these people are running from something too. Why else would they be on a train to nowhere at this time of night. It's not nowhere though. This train is the last one leaving tonight, and it's heading straight to Territory Seven.

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.

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.