The train travels with a steady rhythm that lulls Althea to sleep. It’s a sleep withdrawn from the unthreading reality forced upon her these past few days. In these dreams, everything felt okay like the future was obtainable and not a slippery wet ball in her sweaty unskilled hands. If Althea could tie herself to her dreams for an eternity like a cursed princess then maybe she wouldn’t feel so muc...

“Tickets please.” I droned, walking the aisle of the train, occasionally holding onto the back of a seat for balance. The train tonight is loud, making my job unpleasant. The rocking, the clickety-clacking, the talking and the thoughts of the people aboard the train crowd in on me, surrounding me, trapping me in a bubble of cacophonous noise which makes my head thump.

Everyone, everything on board...

The ground jolted, shuddered, and Sylver supported himself against the oak-panelling.

“Conductors these days,” he muttered, rightening himself to the tilt to the corridor. “They don't know the force stabiliser from the throttle.”

Climbing over a toppled crate of leaf tea, Sylver lit one of the hanging lamps. Electric-blue burst like a supernova drowning the wooden train corridor in brilliant, r...

After a long day at work Rebecca was relieved to be finally on the train going home as she placed her bag on to the empty seat next to her, she took her phone out of the bag to text her wife that she’s on her way home and the day felt like it was never going to end,

she received a reply almost straight away.

“Aww babe I’m sorry, how about a takeaway and a film tonight then a soak in the bath lat...

I can see them. The others are coming towards us. I take my brothers hand and shake it to let him know. But his eyes are already fixed on them.

‘What we gonna do?’ I ask.

‘We’ll just have to wing it.’ He gives me his best reassuring smile, but I’m not stupid. Sooner or later they will catch and kill us for what we did.

Before I can say any more, my brother pulls me out of my seat and down the ...

The train surges forward from the station and then trundles along, silently. I look out the window and see the stars and planets and galaxies scattered through the infinite inky blackness.

An Attendant walks through the sliding glass doors into my carriage. They pass through, scanning our faces and cross-referencing the images with the data from the cameras at the station. Once they’ve strolled ...

Ella’s POV:

The train starts up, slowly, then faster. I sit down in my little booth and open up my new book, starting to read. Before I can even read the first paragraph, I see a pair of shoes in front of me. I look up and meet the orange eyes of a young boy. He cannot be more than 16 years old. His hair is pure orange and he is wearing a sky-blue sweater. To match the sweater, he wears a pair of ...

I’m running late today, utterly late. I’m rushing around trying to collect my thoughts and belongings from Phil’s house. “Don’t forget your phone” he smiles and kisses me goodbye. I run for the train station and get there just in time. I walk in the doors and find a seat towards the back. My phone dings, a text from Phil. ‘Have a wonderful day at work my love’ god he knows just what to say to make...

I woke to find I had once again dreamed I was on a moving train. I could not but help to see the beauty from its windows.

It was a picturesque summer day. The train was full of people but I could only hear them from under my cabin door. They were laughing and making such joyful noises. Their happiness brought a joy to my own heart.

Alone in the cabin there was a large number of hardback bo...

You hear the train horn from a few yards away. You feel yourself starting to get motion sickness. You’ve been on this train for 6 months or so now, although it’s hard to keep track. Your on your way to a far away land. Good luck, you might not make it the rest of the journey....