Strangers On A Train Novels & Stories

“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.”

"We hoped for logic. But you choose emotion." "Always," Serenity stood up, radiating queenly energy. "Dinner is over." "Very well," Zero checked his pocket watch. "But remember, Mr. Sterling. The train is moving fast. And the tracks... can be slippery." He stood up and walked backwards towards the door. "Enjoy the ride. It might be your last." As the door closed, the lights in the train car flickered and died. SCREECH. The train’s emergency brakes slammed on.

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.

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.

He thought to himself. “We would make it out Alive, it’s a promise” Rose caressed her kids hair gently as hot tears began to drop from her eyes. “My baby” she whispered as uncontrollable tears ran down her cheeks. “Alert ! Alert! Incoming train from the west, make a correct turn now” The radio in the control room announced and suddenly there was a stamped. Everyone tried their best to escape the train but it was more like a planned murder from the beginning. No one in the train knew how to drive a train , no one could stop the train from moving , no one had an idea about it.

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

Her heart melted when she saw a young bald cancer patient- an eight year old child in a patient gown, sitting and sulking on a wheelchair as he was being pushed into a ward by her sister. "Scusatemi! State arrivando!!! (*Excuse me! You're on our way!!)" A griefed voice growled behind her and she moved and turned to see what was happening. She saw some personnels,. pushing a stretcher with a covered person on it. The late patient who was covered with a white blanket got involved in an accident and died as a result of an unsuccessful surgery. Two siblings grieved as they held the moving stretcher, running after it and calling after their dad but unfortunately, he's not on earth anymore and wil