Trains.

Trains. Trains.

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Listening to a song and i heard the words, 'Train station', this came to me in a matter of seconds, now i'm going to write it, so here it is, you see my fantasy's are all words, funny how my mind works, but i love it!.

Summary

Listening to a song and i heard the words, 'Train station', this came to me in a matter of seconds, now i'm going to write it, so here it is, you see my fantasy's are all words, funny how my mind works, but i love it!.

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Submitted: August 10, 2013

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Submitted: August 10, 2013

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New job, new life, i'm on the up. My first day and really excited, up at 4.30 to catch my train at 7. Suited and booted, pick my bag up, i'm off. The station is very quiet, a little town and not many people, i sit down. Across the lines the other platform, i see a girl walking, she sits, i look, blonde hair, dress and a bag, i smile, she returns the compliment, wow she is beautiful, our eyes catching from time to time my train is here and i board it, looking out i wave, she waves back, i hope she is here tomorrow for another wave and smile. The next morning again sitting she comes along, this time i start to muck around a little making her laugh, this all carries on for a few days, friday and my day off. I get up the same time but this time i sit on the other platform, waiting for my blonde traveller, she walks along and sits next to me, we talk, laugh and get on really well talking about eachother and what we have done and our goals in life. Her train arrives and we board, sitting and giggling, she is so lovely, a girl of dreams, my dreams. A little into the journey she starts to cry telling me of her ex boyfriend, a tale i can't believe, a nasty man with a horrible temper, she calls him 'The pusher' , he just pushes people around all the time to the extent of wanting to kill him, my, a tale of evil i think. Her stop comes up, we kiss a nice kiss, you no like a friendly one but more into it, she leaves and i carry on my journey, looking down i see her diary on the floor, being a gent i don't read it but i no i will meet her again at the station to give it back. Monday and same time waiting for her to walk along, but no, she's not there, tuesday, wednesday still no sign, clutching her diary i ask an attendent about her, he says ' Well if you mean who i think, she through herself under a train a while ago, buisy day that day, police and everybody said it was her boyfriend that did it but no proof was found, if you ask me i say he did it, nasty piece of work'. In shock i sit down, open her diary and read, missing my train i don't care. The diary is of all the torment she suffered from him, even saying he wanted to kill her, finish her life with a train. I take it to the police, a few days later they arrest him on murder charges. He won't be getting out at all. How could this happen?, a ghost, the diary, she was so real but no, the police think the cleaners didn't do their job but i no it was all real, i kissed her!. The only time i see her now is in my dreams until one morning, just after everything is settled, i board my train, looking out she's there, waving, her lips are saying 'Thank you', and as the train pulls away she dissapears, smilling that smile i will never forget. The power of words is a gigantic thing my friends, open your minds and let them in, even write about them like i do, hope you enjoyed this tale. X


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