Subway Stop For Short Novels & Stories

I folded it into a small square and tucked it into my shoe. ​"I have an idea," I said. ​"Is it a legal one?" ​"Probably not." ​"Good," she said. "I’m done with the law for today." ​We stood up and headed for the subway station. We didn't take the express. We took the local, a slow, rattling train that stopped at every station in the city. We sat in the corner of the car, our shoulders touching, watching the faces of the people who were just starting their day. They didn't know about the merger. They didn't know about the core. They just knew they were going to work.

"And I’m dropping you at the subway station three blocks from your office. It’s on my way, and it saves you twenty minutes of walking in those heels." I narrowed my eyes. "The subway station? You're going to let me be seen at a public transit hub?" "I’ll be wearing sunglasses," he said dryly. "Come on. Before I change my mind and lock the front door." The drive was short. Luca was surprisingly quiet, his hand resting on the gear shift, occasionally brushing my knee. As we pulled up to the bustling entrance of the subway, I felt a flutter of nerves. This was it. "Okay," I said, reaching for my bag. "I’ll see you tonight. Remember: don't call me unless it's an emergency with the twins."

“We have a long ride ahead of us, I picked us up sandwiches from Subway.” We ate, talked, carefully avoiding what was on our minds; the Bateman Case. We both closed our eyes for awhile, resting until finally, when the conductor announced the next stop would be in Fredericksburg, Virginia, Jason said, “This is our stop!” “Fredericksburg? I questioned. “Yes, have you been before?” “No.” “I love it here, there’s a quaint downtown with plenty to do for a weekend retreat.”

I want to protest, but right now, I don’t have a choice. *** *** 6: 30 PM My loose tank top falls around the waistline of my baggy jeans. This is unlike my fashion style, not because I’m with my mum, but because I feel the need to guard myself. We’re standing on the crowded subway, impatiently waiting for the train. The loud horn coming from a distance alerts the people on the subway. They leave their seats and form a queue. Once it halts in front of us, people start trooping out.

She hoped they tip shared, this was all she could do to try and spread her good fortune without giving too much away in front of Delia. Melody asked Delia how they would catch a cab, she didn't see any stands nearby, and the streets were busy. "We don't need a car, we can use the subway, Ruby's apartment isn't far from here." She took Melody by the hand and walked them down the stairs to the subway platform. Melody laughed, a louder, bigger sound than Delia's own giggles earlier had been as she raced after her friend. Laughing with joy for the moment, and for how much Cyrus was going to hate this. Vexing the grumpy wolf had become a daily treat for her.

We drive to the closest fast-food joint for lunch. Arriving at the Subway restaurant, I don’t like anything they have, which is weird because they make my favorite sandwiches. Everything they’re selling is making me want to puke. We walk out of the Subway restaurant to head to another restaurant. On our way to the car, I see my favorite snack sold across the street. I ask Vivienne to start the car while I quickly go over to buy some. I wait by the edge of the road as the traffic lights become red for walking and green for driving. I use this time to think about Jason and how he looked this morning. As I saw him in front of me this morning, I wanted to stand up from…

"That's the subway." The train lurched to a stop at 42nd Street, and Jack led his team up into the chaos of Times Square. Screens the size of buildings blazed with advertisements. Crowds flowed around them like water around stones. The noise was a physical presence—car horns, street vendors, the endless chatter of millions of lives intersecting in the world's most aggressive commercial district. Thomas Sterling stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at a billboard that was currently showing a commercial for some kind of energy drink.

NICOLE I run up the dirty steps to get out of the NYC Subway system, cursing the backed-up trains, and tapping frantically on my phone. I can still save the morning, get to work on time, and make a good impression on my new boss if I take a ride share. I can get to work in...I hold my breath, watching the app’s loading signal. Ten minutes. That’s when the nearest car can get to me.

Once outside my fathers office I quickly g****e the location of the closest subway station. Kenzie lives at the other end of the city, I would rather not spend over one hundred dollars on a cab if I can help it. Three blocks away I am descending into the subway station, swiping my metro card I pass through the turnstile and look up at the boards displaying the routes that were available. Locating the one which would lead me to Kenzie’s I move through the crowd to the platform to wait.

“If anything feels off, you call me. I don’t care if it’s mid-sentence. Got it?” I hugged her tightly. “Got it.” A cab would’ve been kinder to my nerves, but the subway was kinder to my wallet. Every stop, I squeezed the strap of my bag and repeated the mantra: For the baby. For the baby. Midtown spat me out into a wind tunnel. I flagged a taxi for the last stretch, watching mirrored buildings slice the sky, strangers threading their way through traffic like stitches in fabric. And then we pulled up. Draxen & Co. International.