Welcome to the new week of October. I am participating in the 31 Days Challenge and this is probably the first time I've written each day for an entire week (Excluding Camp NaNoWriMo).
I am using the daily prompts given by Writers Write to inspire me write short fiction each day. Day 8 being Sunday, I decided to take a break from typing. I wrote the story on paper and am posting it the next day, along with the story of Day 9.
Now the prompt here is about a train rode that ended badly. I love train journeys and personally, I haven't got any bad experiences. But prompt has to be considered, so here goes my story.
Bad Luck
Ufff! That was close, I mean real close. Thankfully it wasn't one of the latest trains or I'd have been squished between the doors. No, I am not joking. I way I had to vault myself into a moving train, a cheerleader would have beamed with pride.
I hope I can relax now, a little until I reach my destination, Silver Lake. My parents live there and I travel each day during this time to attend the Annual Festival. And I always go late, not after the events are over but after the inaugural. My mother heads the committee and you can imagine her ire when year after year I end up not attending her speech.
I was determined to make it on time and that is why I brought the ticket in advance. But the meeting at my workplace and the stupid traffic almost made me miss the train. No worries now, I can truly relax.
What is this! I am dead! I got into the wrong train. The ticket collector comes along, checked my ticket and casually informs me that I got into wrong train. My train left the station a few minutes before this one. In my hurry I haven't checked which train I wasn't getting into and this is a non-stop. That means I have to wait for four hours till this one reaches the destination and then catch another.
My mother is going to kill me this time. I promised her I wouldn't disappoint her again but no luck. I sat muttering to myself ignoring the pity glances and glares directed at me. Pity because I missed the right train, but glares I have no idea why. Maybe I looked like I'd strangle anyone who tried to even talk to me.
I tried to call my mother and tell her but guess what? No, the battery isn't dead, she switched off her mobile. Dad wasn't picking up calls either, he must be at his work. I left messages on the landline hoping she'd be back home and listen to those soon.
After four horrible hours, no my mother hasn't responded yet; I get down at Blue Valley and its getting dark, only to find that the last train to Silver Lake left half an hour ago and I will either have to wait till tomorrow or I'll have to get a taxi. And there's more. Taxis are hard to find in this town, so I'll just have to wait till I come across one. Talk about Bad luck!
Hope you liked the story. Keep visiting for more.
I am using the daily prompts given by Writers Write to inspire me write short fiction each day. Day 8 being Sunday, I decided to take a break from typing. I wrote the story on paper and am posting it the next day, along with the story of Day 9.
Now the prompt here is about a train rode that ended badly. I love train journeys and personally, I haven't got any bad experiences. But prompt has to be considered, so here goes my story.
Bad Luck
Ufff! That was close, I mean real close. Thankfully it wasn't one of the latest trains or I'd have been squished between the doors. No, I am not joking. I way I had to vault myself into a moving train, a cheerleader would have beamed with pride.
I hope I can relax now, a little until I reach my destination, Silver Lake. My parents live there and I travel each day during this time to attend the Annual Festival. And I always go late, not after the events are over but after the inaugural. My mother heads the committee and you can imagine her ire when year after year I end up not attending her speech.
I was determined to make it on time and that is why I brought the ticket in advance. But the meeting at my workplace and the stupid traffic almost made me miss the train. No worries now, I can truly relax.
What is this! I am dead! I got into the wrong train. The ticket collector comes along, checked my ticket and casually informs me that I got into wrong train. My train left the station a few minutes before this one. In my hurry I haven't checked which train I wasn't getting into and this is a non-stop. That means I have to wait for four hours till this one reaches the destination and then catch another.
My mother is going to kill me this time. I promised her I wouldn't disappoint her again but no luck. I sat muttering to myself ignoring the pity glances and glares directed at me. Pity because I missed the right train, but glares I have no idea why. Maybe I looked like I'd strangle anyone who tried to even talk to me.
I tried to call my mother and tell her but guess what? No, the battery isn't dead, she switched off her mobile. Dad wasn't picking up calls either, he must be at his work. I left messages on the landline hoping she'd be back home and listen to those soon.
After four horrible hours, no my mother hasn't responded yet; I get down at Blue Valley and its getting dark, only to find that the last train to Silver Lake left half an hour ago and I will either have to wait till tomorrow or I'll have to get a taxi. And there's more. Taxis are hard to find in this town, so I'll just have to wait till I come across one. Talk about Bad luck!
Hope you liked the story. Keep visiting for more.
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