Strangers On A Train Novels & Stories

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"

I stare out the window, seeing only my reflection, minutes, and then an hour passing. The train undulates hypnotically. The rhythmic ticking and hissing as we travel along the tracks would lull me to sleep were I not wrought with tension.Distantly the lights of the city have come into view. My palms are damp, eagerness with a tinge of delirium pervading through me. This is it. I'm really making the leap. To my left two girls sit on the other side of the aisle, talking lowly between themselves. They got on a couple stations ago, coming from a small village in Varian's territory. They are dressed incredibly in vivid red and black outfits.

Her heart picked up, she tilted her head the slightest bit and caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. He was tall, he put on a dark coat. She inched forward, only to find herself pressed against the closed train doors, they wasn't room for space to escape the stranger behind her and the stranger didn’t move. The next jolt of the train rocked her backward, straight against him. She froze, his hand came in contact with her waist steadying it, but it lingered for some minutes massaging her waist. She turned to check if anyone was witnessing that but people were too busy with their phones and some their headphones blocking their hearing.

Both belonged to Sins - Immortals whose entire being is to sin - so I wasn’t bothered when I was given an X. Once we arrived to Karma’s territory, I was over it. Two days have passed, and my body aches. The station we arrive at is the middle of a city, however, all that surrounds it is red desert everywhere. A big crowd greets us, some getting close enough to slap the windows of the train. I flinch away. These people look wild. Naturally, there was a large X on my screen. Hugging my knees, I feel the need to cry. The crowd on this train is thinning, only a small group of us left. Tension is building. The two worst territories are coming up.

Using someone inside Kenya Railways. Or an old contact. The train would slow near the maintenance crossing. Just enough. For survivors to board unnoticed. He looked at Patricia. "We're leaving." Obadiah overheard. "So are we." Before anyone could move, the masked stranger laughed. A genuine laugh. "You still think you're ahead." He slowly reached into his coat. Not for a gun. For a phone. He pressed a button. The train horn suddenly stopped. Abruptly. The rumble of steel wheels faded.

“You’ve been a bad dog, so she sent us to find ya and bring ya home to get you back on a leash. A much shorter one this time.” Soren smirks, shrugging. “You’re wasting your time and your breath.” “Who’s he got behind him?” one of his companions rasps in a slithering voice that makes my skin crawl. “Looks like we might’ve interrupted Soren and his most recent lady friend,” the leader chuckles. “Why don’t you hand her over? Let us have a turn?” Soren goes completely, utterly still. I’m pressed against the door leading to the very back of the train. There’s nothing but tracks behind us, nothing but a steep drop off over a bridge into the woods, no nearby lights, nor lit roads, just foggy, dark

“Dolph Jameson, you are found guilty on all counts. You are sentenced to twenty-two years in a federal prison.” Dolph did not react. Then the judge turned to Patra. “Patra Brown. You are found guilty of being an accessory to these financial crimes. The evidence shows you worked with him and benefited from the stolen funds. You are sentenced to ten years in prison.” “No! Please, no! I am innocent,” Patra cried, turning in her cuffs and searching the room for her mother. Her eyes found her. Benita sat in the front row. She looked away. “It was her!” Patra screamed, pointing at Benita with both cuffed hands. “She made me do it! She pushed me into this! She took the money! She destroyed my life!

He didn't know what to do, lying over by his side it's now his dead teacher. ________________ "We have to get back to the bus Callum." Alec's voice sparks up the radio. "What's going on?" Callum responded, stopping for a while, Hayley, Ezra and Claire stopped as well. "His dead." Callum and everyone who was on their walkies we're confused as Alec responded, sounding sober. "Who's dead?" "Mr. Daniels." "I don't understand." "It was a fucking trap, someone put it there for trespassers." "What do you mean by Someone?"

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