Sullivan's Train Ride Novels & Stories

The train was coming into the station and it was time to find out. When the train stopped, the six friends sat huddled in the last car. From their vantage point, they could see all the people exiting, dragging suitcases and children off the platform. Confusion ensued as people bustled this way and that bumping into each other like a pinball game. Luca raised one finger as he watched a blur enter the train. Aquina sucked in air as if holding her breath would somehow help. Luca raised a second finger, then a third as he watched what the others could not see. When the number of trespassers was more than he could count on his fingers, he gave the signal.

She would eventually find out in the next few hours. The train continued onward. For the next hour, Sophie occupied herself with watching the scenery, occasionally checking her phone and replying to messages from Meadow Lane. Lyla had already sent her several updates about the pop-up and Miami event, while Gregory had sent a much more sensible summary of what needed her attention once she returned to New York. She smiled as she read through them. The train began slowing down. Sophie looked out the window again and felt her heart beat a little faster. The station was approaching. She gathered her things, checking her bag twice even though she had already checked it before leaving the hotel. O

Then I heard it—above, faint but real: Alexander’s roar. Mamá’s scream. Marco’s code. Lila’s gunfire. Rosa’s “¡Coño, Elena, fight!” They were coming. The train shuddered. The walls cracked. The passengers screamed. I grabbed the ticket. Didn’t sit. Tore it in half. The train exploded. Not fire. Light. White, blinding, ours. The cars dissolved, the memories shattered, the passengers burned. I fell upward, through the fracture, through the alley, into arms.

The train station located in the west of Xiuwa City was crowded and noisy. Freight trains transporting crystal ore had just arrived, and workers loading the trains shuttled back and forth on the platform. After buying her ticket, Lin Yilan waited outside the station. Not far away, there was a clamor as two men carrying things bumped into each other and started shoving. Lin Yilan looked over, and suddenly, a figure riding a bicycle flashed past, snatching the suitcase she had placed on the ground. The suitcase contained her coin purse and the newly bought train ticket. Lin Yilan felt a surge of urgency and immediately gave chase.

Having secured Will’s suitcase with the rest of the luggage in the boot, Tank waited at the passenger side door, opening it as soon as Andrew and Evelyn excused themselves from the family’s good-bye exchange. Sliding in beside Andrew, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Everything all right, darling?” “Yes,” she sighed. “Just a bit tired. This dreary weather gets to me.” ** Instead of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe railroad’s Superchief, the intercontinental train they’d taken from Chicago to Los Angeles, for this trip to St. Louis, they were on the Baltimore and Ohio railroad’s National Limited. The streamlined diesel train was no less luxurious, however.

Martha roared, grabbing my arm and hauling me out of the ditch. Behind us, the suit’s men were already scrambling through the half-opened gate, their heavy boots splashing into the daylight. The suit was right behind them, his face tight, his gun tracking our path up the gravel bank. We didn't have a truck anymore. We didn't have weapons. But twenty yards down the lower logging road, a massive, yellow diesel freight train was crawling past the timber yard. It was moving slow, its iron wheels grinding loud against the steel rails as it prepared to climb the high northern pass.

Sarah left with a firm step towards the train station, all the time she kept looking at her new phone, waiting for a call from her boss, at least to say goodbye, she let even one of the routes pass, but her call never came, she was about to dial her phone number, but her pride was bigger, she remembered what she had to do with her mother and boarded the next train. The exit of DarkVille was completely dark, there were no landscapes, there were no towns, there were no lights, there was nothing, it was as if it was a ghost town, no matter how hard she tried to distract her mind with the outside, it was completely impossible, so she just fell asleep until she arrived. The glowing sunlight came

The train pulled away from the station into the darkness of the tunnel, heading toward Manhattan and whatever trap was waiting for us there. "He let us go," I said. "What?" "The Cleaner. He let us get on the train." Adrian looked back toward the receding platform. "Maybe he lost us." "No. He wanted us to leave. He's driving us somewhere specific." The train rocked through the underground darkness, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Other passengers dozed or stared at their phones—normal people living normal lives, not running from professional killers, not carrying children they might not live to raise. Another contraction hit, stronger than before. I gripped the plastic seat so hard my

Deirdre unintentionally froze for a moment, captivated by his gaze. Quickly shaking off her thoughts, she reminded herself that she couldn't jump to conclusions about the child's resemblance to Brendan until the paternity test results were out. "Let's go! I'll queue up with you again." Sterling playfully teased Tilly from behind. "Look, Mommy is going to ride the Dragon Train." The Dragon Train referred to the roller coaster. Sterling wiped Tilly's drool. "Tilly, are you brave enough? Will you ride it like a grown-up?"

Emma let out a sigh of relief as the train pulled out of the station, leaving their pursuers behind. But as they caught their breath and tried to think clearly, Emma couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched. She glanced around the crowded train car, her eyes scanning the faces of the other passengers. And then she saw him. A man standing in the back of the train car, his eyes locked onto Emma's. "Julian," she whispered, her eyes never leaving the man's face. "I think we're not alone." The train pulled into the next station, and Emma and Julian knew they had to make their move. They pushed through the crowds, determined to evade their pursuers and uncover the truth about Sa