[note: a short chapter here, but a necessary aside before you begin. Most have figured out by now that my 'Adrian Leverkühn' moniker comes from Thomas Mann's Doctor Faustus. Fine, that's true enough. But I want to draw your attention to another work by Mann, The Magic Mountain. Note we're writing about Harry Callahan, or HC. The Magic Mountain is a sort of G...
In perfect monday morning fashion, the rain began to fall the moment Charlie stepped out of his car at the train station. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out his umbrella, but then decided it wasn't raining quite hard enough to open it... and instead walked quickly towards the station. He passed familiar faces, standing along the tracks, peering into the distan...
They drove through the pastoral landscape, over rolling hills and running streams, past fields and woods, farms bursting with bounty. The Friday afternoon sun dropped its blessings upon ripening crops and weekend travellers a like. Marion was bringing Jack home. Jack had met Marion's parents, Donald and Carol Stuart, before, and they seemed to like him. B...
It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love. I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a fe...
I had been doing some overtime one Sunday morning, I had a lot of typing to get done for the big meeting the following week so it seemed a good time to get it done without all the interruptions I would get. I looked at my watch the time had shot round and so decided that I had done enough that day set off on my journey home. I sat on the train reading my bo...
The note just said, "Be at the train station at 7 p.m. Get on the express train at your regular stop. Be sure to take the 4th car and go to the very rear of the car. Don't plan on sitting down." Of course it also went into explicit details of what I was to be wearing. I was to have on my short black leather mini skirt and 4" heels. My blouse was to be the sh...
This is the first time I've actually written something like this, so I do hope its okay. A big, big thanks to Ray who sat down and edited, nay, practically rewrote this for me and burnt the midnight oil so I'd have a story to post. Thanks so much Ray. * William Barton finished sending his story in. The sub editor he had spoken to had seemed a bit dense, an...
Warning: Adult content is obviously included in this story. Please do not read unless you are over 18. * * * * * I used to ride the train for hours alone. The 7:40 pm to Vanguard avenue. The 8:20 to Hollyhock St. The entire night I would sit on the lonely train and look out over the city, the lights of homes, and offices showing like stars through the blac...
It was a nice warm evening with a cool breeze that filled the air. I decided to call into a local bar and wind down with a glass of cool fresh orange, I had an hour to pass before my train journey home. Having paid for my drink, I made my way to a table in the corner that overlooked the people walking by; I enjoy gazing at the complete strangers going about...
The train hurries into the tube station, opening its doors and disgorging a few harried looking commuters. You squeeze onboard with the tide of homeward-bound people, all but a few obvious groups studiously avoiding speaking or looking at their fellow travellers, each one grim-faced as they think their own thoughts. You are not a regular traveller and look a...