Gun The Engine Mate,
Need To Jump Onto The Train,
To Defuse The Bomb…
Prompt:
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44
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Flash Fiction: Train to Minesville
The train sounded its final whistle.
Slowly, it began chugging out of the station. I looked on with tears in my eyes, as my friends waved goodbye to me. I waved back until they went beyond my horizon. My parents told me that I would be going to a place called Mineville, and that it was nothing like my village. It was a huge city where people could dig out gold with their hands. That’s what my parents told me, but I don’t believe them. I saw them taking money from the people in the black suits.
They’d sold me…
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Senryu: Time Train
The Train That Is Time,
Chugs Along Tracks Of Sand. The
Past Gone With The Wind…
Prompt:
Senryu: Race
At Railway Crossing,
Waiting For Train To Approach
To Begin Our Race…
Prompt:
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20
I have to thank The Fast and The Furious for providing the inspiration for this senryu! 😉
Twittering Tale: Train Delivery
He exhaled.
Smoking did not help in this storm, but he was compelled by habit. The train had arrived on time. He dropped his cigarette and began walking towards the halting train. He had a few deliveries to make to his former employers.
A dozen bullets to their heads….
Character Count: 270
Prompt: Twittering Tales #127
Microfiction: Station Master
The station master was devoted to his job.
Refused the lucrative offer of leaving his station.
Stood devoted, right until the train-hijacker shot him…
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #95 – Devotion
Sunday Photo Fiction – March 3, 2019
This week’s photo is the courtesy of C.E. Ayr ! 🙂
Flash Fiction: Bridge
The job was almost over.
The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.
The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.
This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.
That was the plan, until the bridge blew up..
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Three Line Tale: The Train
There it goes again, the train carrying all those little children who are soon going to be introduced to the wondrous world of magic, at the very best school in existence.
As always, I only get to see it from my ancestral home, never getting to sit inside the train, never making the journey these lucky kids are making.
The train mocks me as do the paintings on the walls of my home, all my ancestors, blessed with magical abilities, and me, the only black sheep in the family can only dream of magic….
Word Count: 94
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