“Hi, my name is Daisy, we’ve been sitting next to each other for the past ten minutes, and we’ll probably be stuck next to each other for a while”

“Shut up”

“What?”

“Shut up, I’m listening to music on my AirPods”

“Oh, well I’d like to be friends”

“Bro shut up now’s not the time”

“I was just trying to be nice”

“I’m an introvert and I’m listening to music, shut up before I throw you across th...

“Come here often?”

"Only when I buy a train ticket," I said.

"Aw come now, where's the fun in that?"

"Mmmm, you're right," I said, now more aware of the beard floating right in front of me. "I'm new at this whole commute thing. I guess you could say I'm in TRAINing."

"You must be HM," the beard beamed with a gentlemanly tilt.

"Who's asking?"

"MJ."

"MJ?" I scoffed. I gestured for him an...

“If someone says they believe in something, does that mean they think it’s right, or that it’s real?”

I looked up from my magazine. “What?”

“Well, I think it’s a fair question.”

The man seated beside me had just spoken. He was older, probably middle aged, with big owl-eyed glasses and a brown plaid suit. I didn’t understand why this stranger was talking to me, let alone asking me philosophical...

I glanced away from the magazine I was reading for just a moment to rest my eyes. I closed and opened them again. I could talk to the lady who was sitting next to me instead of napping.

“Hi. What do you think of the ride? Wish I had more leg room.”

She said,”I’d get up and walk around once and a while. You could get a blood clot,”

“Thanks for the advice, I hurt from sitting so long. What about you...

If I knew this was going to happen, I would brake up with her sooner. I would run away and leave her for good. But she dragged me into this, and now I’m on this train, riding to my own death.

“So, what did you do?” The guy sitting next to me asked. He was big and bulky but the glow in his eyes told me he wasn’t a bad person. The train rattled a couple of times before he spoke again. “I’ll be hone...

The platform was crowded as it was every morning with hundreds of commuters jostling to catch their connection into the city. Damien clutched his man bag to his chest , inching his way forward to the platform edge so he could be one of the first to get on board.

The train arrived, doors slid open and a battle for seats commenced. He was lucky and found a single seat opposite a bowler hatted gen...

As the train move it became increasingly clear.the abnormality of the journey I’ve taken no ticket no invite just blackout I can’t even remember the day before everything,became a blur.

After collecting myself I became aware of my situation I was in the passenger compartment of a train

Soft leather seats lined the boxcar as far as the eyes could travel eying the place the door stood to be greete...

1944, Somewhere in Poland

The train car’s methodical swaying has become a second heart beat to me. The air is thick with panic and the stench of our pail for a bathroom. My hair and clothing are writhing with lice, but I don’t bother to try and pick at them any more. You could hear the muffled sound of war outside of our car, like a TV turned on in another room. Every child in this room has he...

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

“My head is killing me, what happened?”

“You got cracked pretty good in the head. A blow like that would’ve killed a regular man. You must have a pretty thick skull.”

“Where are we?”

“On a train, can’t you tell?”

“I’ve never been on a train before. Where are we going?”

“There’s a chance you’ll never ride another train after this one. You know where we’re heading.”

“...

The baby’s cries seemed to shake in unison with the train coach as it sped along the rail tracks at high-speed. The mother tried to pacify the baby but the strange new environment was sending shivers through the baby and it refused to calm. The mother was lucky to be in a special priority carriage room and so it was just her and her baby and that suited her just fine. In truth, the train conductor...