Subway Stop For Short Novels & Stories

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!"

The restaurant was about half an hour away from where I was, but the city center was often congested, especially at this time when everyone was leaving work, making the roads even more crowded. As the rush hour approached, I worried about getting stuck in traffic, so I decided to take the subway. Although it wasn't yet time for people to leave work, the subway was already packed with commuters. All the seats were taken, and a few people could only stand. I stood near the entrance and just as the subway started moving, my phone rang. I took it out and saw an unfamiliar phone number on the display. "Hello! Who is this?" I asked. "Good day, Mr. Edwards. This is Max Wind Express Delivery Company

"Bummer." Ayesha laughed, then stood up. "The train is stopping. Let's get out." **** The journey from the subway station to Maddie's apartment building took only about five minutes of walking. Maddie jogged up the staircase and opened the main door. The corridor that led to their apartment was dim, the overhead light long since burned out. Maddie closed the door after Ayesha and took a step inside, and that was when she noticed the smell.

"I said what I said." "Then let's move faster." Cade pointed at the map. "Northwest node — I can take that one physically. I don't need magical access, just the right tool and thirty seconds with the box. Southeast — Soren." Soren nodded. "I can manage the southeast." "Which leaves you the center," Cade said to me. "I need to be underneath it," I said. "Direct access to the grid. Subway level." "There's a maintenance entrance on Colter Street." Cade had it already, the precise location the way he always had precise locations. "I mapped it last week. Unlocked during transit authority shift change at 2200."

Maleah, one of my foster sister’s Sophia’s friends, let me live in the apartment above her cupcake shop, Sweet Perfect. I look at my phone screen, shocked to find that it’s later than I thought. It’s after midnight, and it’s dark as hell outside. As I make my way to the subway station, I look around cautiously. There are still people hanging out at this time of night, but the train can get iffy.