Subway Stop For Short Novels & Stories

Ashley sat next to her; "When are we leaving?" "They said 1:00" Ashley said, "The subway is out of service then. " "We can take a taxi." Vivian said, "or take the bus, but I don't know what time the latest ride of No. 888 is." Ashley couldn't accept the smell in the box, or it may be because she has had a few glasses of wine and felt a little nauseous. "I'll go back first. I can't stay up all night."

At least I was saving up to get my book published some day. “505, Williamson Heights!” I heard through the speaker on the subway. That was my stop. I got off the train and began to walk the distance into the Williamson neighborhood. It was probably twenty kilometers or more from the subway station. Sometimes it’s exhausting, but I have gotten used to it.

I'd have to order a shitload of food there, and Ebony would know something was different. If we went to a sandwich shop, the food would fill me for a solid half an hour and I could order another one or two after my friend left. "How about Subway?" I checked. It wasn't the sub shop I'd worked at, but I didn't want to go back there. "Sure. That sounds great," she agreed. "What time?" "Half an hour?" She said she'd be there, and we both hung up. My mind spun as I drove down the dirt road I'd once walked.

"Do you have something strong here to drink?" "Uh, you mean beer?" "I mean liquor." "In that case you should check The Subway." "What's that?" "It's a club," he says, and consults his watch. "Five fifteen now. Should be up and running already. It's just down this street. Walk out and turn right. Can't miss it if you keep your eyes straight." I nod. "Thank you." "Is everything alright, miss? You look like you've been through a lot." "I just need to clear my head."

The writing process isn't too bad but fleshing out characters and storylines is where the real fun begins. The trip from Brooklyn to Barnard College is only a thirty-five-minute ride on the subway, so it isn't long until the train comes to a screeching holt at my stop. I grab my side bag and jump out of my seat, pushing past warm bodies. I scurry out of the subway, the story of a missing girl ringing in my ears.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

He hated the word, but he didn't mind the definition. Eventually, they got off somewhere around 16th and Locust Street. Tony couldn't see what the road where the subway was so they knew on the way back. The crowds were crazy, but not unbearable. He figured he'd just remember that there was a PATCO station entrance across the way. City navigation was never his strong suit. Tony gently put his arm around Dillon's shoulders to move him closer in on the sidewalk. It would be bad if the crowds swept the kid away before they even started. Not to mention, Dillon was too fascinated with the Christmas lights all around them to pay total attention to his surroundings.

Shakyra's Pov I stepped off the bus at the Fifth of Maine street along with everyone else, Its was pretty much the main bus stop if you wanted to get anywhere in the city so it was usually pretty crowded There were a few younger kids who were on their way to summer camp, at the junior high school just across the street the kids were crossing the street at the pedestrian crossing in the middle of the intersection when the sound of screeching tires on asphalt brought a halt to their little procession,

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“Sorry, sorry. Subway was packed. Are you ready?” I nod, even though my stomach twists with unease. “Alright, let’s go,” she says, looping her arm through mine as if she’s afraid I might run. We head toward 34th Street – Herald Square station, just a few blocks from the café. The sidewalks are crowded with people, everyone hurriedly moving along. When we reach the subway entrance, I hesitate for just a second before following Talia down the stairs. The smell of metal, sweat, and something stale fills my nose as we push past commuters. The station is loud and chaotic, filled with the screech of arriving trains and the clatter of turnstiles.