Trains

So I had an idea today. And not a bad idea, either.

An idea for a novel.

Anyways, this is it:

You step onto the train and yourself in a bizarre scene out of the dreams of a madman. To the left of you, the Train Guard is chatting with what appears to be a large Norwegian man with an octopus on his forearm. To the right, an owl perches on the luggage rack, staring you down in such a fashion that you cannot but think that you are going to be its next meal. Directly in front of you, a quick-tongued Serbian is handing out copies of the Communist Manifesto.

You turn around to leave, thinking, “Surely, I must have got on the wrong train.”; but before you can get off, the train comes to sudden start and takes off down the track like…Well, like something out of Hell.

And so the adventure–or, more correctly, temporary bout of insanity–begins. In other words, you’re screwed.

Good luck on your travels. You’re gonna need it.

And that’s about all I got. Yeah, the second person is a little obnoxious, and it sounds a bit like one of those choose your own adventures books–the ones where you always end up dying–but, then again, it’s just a work in progress. I plan on maybe shifting to first person, adding in a whole ensemble of oddballs, and maybe a serial killer or two.

So…What’d you think?

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2 thoughts on “Trains

  1. Sounds brilliant! ^_^ Possibly like a really (I don’t know how to say this without it sounding wrong) exhausting read. Not in a bad way, but like one that keeps you so involved that it feels like you’re very much there and experiencing what the MC is. 😀 Good luck!

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