Subway Stop For Short Novels & Stories

“Cab or subway?” “Subway.” He nodded once and walked beside me toward the corner, close but not touching, saying nothing else the whole way. At the top of the stairs he stopped, let me go first, and followed a step behind, the same distance he had kept in the doorway. My phone buzzed in my pocket at the bottom of the subway stairs. I stopped walking to look at it. Nicolas stopped too, a step ahead, waiting without asking why. A news alert. Financial section.

You better take a cab' 'What about you?' 'It's okay. I will take a sub' 'But it's four blocks away.' 'I know a shortcut. Don't worry about me. You go ahead.' 'See you on Monday then. Bye' I took the shortcut aka alleyway. Even though it's New York, this alleyway looks deserted as if people know to avoid it. Alas, I'm not smart, because halfway there, three people were talking. Based on their looks, they seemed to be in some bike gang. Use your brain sometimes Erica

Jessica took out her phone and stood in a corner. She has been in LA for so many years, and the number of times she has taken the subway is few and far between. She has never tried taking the subway during this time period. Wow, there were so many people in LA. Luckily, she only took three stops and got off the subway in less than ten minutes. The apartment was also close to the subway, with a distance of less than two hundred meters. Jessica had just come out of the subway station when she saw an old man pushing a bicycle with a large bundle of lollipops tied to the back.

"Mind your business." As the subway train screeched to a halt at their stop, the two young women eased their way through lingering passengers to the platform, trudged up the stairs to street level, then hurried across stopped traffic at the tailend of the pedestrian crossing to get to the grocery. "I'm still waiting to hear your third excuse for him," Lily prompted as they made their way the half block to Mercer's Grocery.

He wanted to punch someone to vent his anger. It was awkward for the driver as well. He turned and looked to his side and suggested, “Since the traffic is so bad right now, how about taking the subway home? You only need to get out after five stations, and it does not take even half an hour for you to get home.” That was a brilliant idea. Although Daniel should not be taking the subway with his position and identity, he was only left with three days to live. He did not have any time to waste being stuck in traffic, did he?

I carried Sean down from the city wall as the pack members cheered. Kane, Sean, and I stood in the center of the crowd, holding each other tightly.

So she must be with him on that special day. She walks quickly toward the subway entrance, until she reaches the red line that will take her to the Vermont/Beverly station, just two or three blocks from Virgil Middle School. Luckily there are not many people, something that seems very strange, taking into account that it is Friday. She boards the car without wasting time, while Girls Like You from Maroon 5 plays at full volume on the headphones of her MP3 player. she notices that there are scarcely fifteen people there.

Susan squeezed a smile. “Don’t encourage Summer. You all know me. I’ve always been fair to my children. “I’ll tell catering to get us more food.” Susan rose to her feet to leave the room. Summer stopped her, her arms spread apart. “Are you trying to run away? Why are you scared?” Susan chuckled awkwardly. “I swapped my phone recently and lost all my phone data. I don’t have the chat logs anymore. There’s no way to check the transactions even if I wanted to.

Finally, unable to contain his impatience, Leo asked, “How much longer are we going to be stuck here?” James checked the time. “It should be another half an hour. Don’t worry, once the work rush is over, the traffic will clear up soon.” Half an hour more? They had already been stuck for two hours, and this was supposed to be quick. Leo fumed silently, but there wasn’t much he could do. He unconsciously tapped his knee with one hand and after a while, he asked again, “How far is the nearest subway station from here?” James frowned in thought for a moment before replying, “About a kilometer or so. We’re between two subway stations right now, so it’s roughly the same distance to either one.”

“Carl, will this really be possible?” Carl slid his phone across the table showing the subway schedule. “Late afternoon,” he said. “Crowds thin out between rush hours.” “And the cops?” I asked. “Transit police usually take a few minutes unless someone hits the emergency intercom hard.” Could I really do this, I thought to myself. — The air in the subway car was thick with the smell of stale sweat and anticipation. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the low rumble of the train.