Subway Stop For Short Novels & Stories

Her and Delia managed to get seats towards the back of the train cab and it was just a quick ten minute ride until Delia pulled Melody to her feet to get off at the next stop. The station was just outside Ruby's building, Melody was grateful she wouldn't have to walk far in her heels. Short as they were, they were not the same as the comfortable canvas sneakers she wore all the time. She hadn't gone far and the traffic was lighter on these streets. Cyrus would be able to catch up in no time. He knew where Ruby's apartment and the club were already, but taking the subway hadn't occurred to anyone.

"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.

The twenty-minute ride seemed to take an hour. Before my stop, I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt low over my forehead. At Clark and Division, I exited the train with my head down. I hunched inside my hoody in case Travis was watching from the car. With another ten blocks to travel to the hotel, I hailed a cab at the street.

Short was going to require us to do anything other than to make up our missing work. “Well, well, well,” he began folding his arms and looking at me like he was my father and he’d caught me sneaking in past curfew. “If it isn’t Harlow Nightingale.” “Hello, Mr. Short, sir,” I said. “We are back.” “It’s about time. What did you do? Decide to take another spring break?”

She said and I smiled at her. "Oh but It's quite late, do you need a ride?" Nora asked. "No, the subway is quite close, I can manage." She said looking at the clock. Everyone finished their work and Avery was the last one to leave the cafe as usual. She switched off the lights and locked all the doors. It was almost 11:15 pm and the metro services run only till 11:30pm. Shit! She has to make a run for it if she wants to catch the last one.

As I felt his member pressing hard against me, I instinctively closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was about to happen. But suddenly, the subway screeched to an abrupt stop, nearly throwing all of us off balance. The announcement echoed through the carriage. "End of the line. Please exit the train." This was my stop; the final station. At the same time, a staff member boarded the carriage to direct passengers off. "Hey, last stop. Everyone off. Don't forget your belongings."

“You said I was short in my count for last night.” “According to last night’s logs, yeah.” Papers rustled. I glanced up to see Buster flipping through the Dispatch log. “After dropping your fare off at The Golden Kitty, you took a fare to Shelby Road. Shoulda been 5.50, which you’re short by.” Shelby Road. I’d taken Mystery Philosophical Guy there. Hadn’t I? “Shelby Road,” I said slowly. “Past Samara Hill, isn’t it? Past Raedeker Park?”