I sit here waiting for the train to come. The train that will take me to a better place.

I remember being a little girl and always asking my parents about the train. They would always tell me the same thing, "To ride the train is a task itself, not everyone can ride it, and it only comes at a certain time." I would ask why? And they would simply stare down at me, a young girl of only seven years, and tell me quite simply, "That depends on the person."

My mind rushes back to all my memories; my parents, my children, grandchildren. My moments of glory, of pain, and of momentous events that helped shape who I am today. I hear it, but I can not see it. The long whistle fills my ears and I intake a sharp breath. This is the moment. This is my train.

I look around me slowly, almost lazily and try in vain to remember everything. My husband will be waiting for me, as will my parents.

The light of the train blows away the darkness and I prepare myself, here it is, and it is on time.

My time.

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Author guidance for This story

Hey there!

This train carries the lost souls of people who have passed away towards their proper destination. It is always picking up new travelers and they all have a different story to tell.

So the challenge will be to either create a new character and explain their life and how they died or you can talk about someone who is all ready on the train, or you can have a dialogue between two characters on the train!

Hope to read some awesome stuff!

Dayla

p.s the only person not to be changed is the conductor... Eloosive created a background for him in the second chapter and you can check it out... he is a young and friendly man.
Other than that, go crazy!

updated Sep 22 '09 by d.f.m