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Trains, a TRAIN poem by Kay Barrett @Spacewriting

Reposted from here. They are swaying, soundless, side by side, rails silver-vein the countryside, and it spills around and snatches back, chased by the soundtrack; clickety-clack. So far the coast, yet now looms near the busy sand, it empties here, overhead, the wires, they rise and slack, and young laughter drowns the clickety-clack. They jostle,

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Train, a TRAIN story by Captain Raz @captainraz

Reposted from here. The smell of engine oil reminded her of her grandfather. He’d been an engineer on the railways, and the smell of grease clung to his clothes and skin like cologne. She would probably always recognise that smell, and it would always bring to mind memories of her grandfather. She’d worshipped him when

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On The Train, a TRAIN story by Thom @MrMoth

Reposted from here. We were in the tunnel when they blocked it. Perhaps they knew we were in there as they set the charges, perhaps they did not. Someone must have seen the train go in at one end or the other but both sides decided to detonate at the same time, and schedules are

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Train, a TRAIN story by Nathan @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. A gleaming new building had gone up on the Sodor waterfront, and each ferry from the mainland brought a new load of sharp-suited men with expensive laptops and titanium-rimmed spectacles. Not long afterwards, advertising hoardings were posted all over the Isle. Each showed an image of a sleek, white train and the

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Train, a TRAIN story by Kenders @kendersrule

Reposted from here. “The readings don’t make sense, it’s not my fault!” “Maisey, there’s no way you’ve calibrated the instruments properly, do. It. Again!” Her pale pink ponytail swished angrily as she turned back to her instrument panel, and Carl walked off. With exaggerated preciseness, and gritted teeth, she recalibrated her panel, and ran the

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