All persons mentioned are older than 18y of age. This is strictly a fictional story. *** It all happened in the year 2000. I was on holiday, young, single and too horny for my own good. My brother got married earlier the same year and during his wedding I met a girl whom I befriended. In the months that past Sabrina and I chatted a lot and got to know e...
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...
Train I was stood in a queue waiting to buy my train ticket at the station; I was going to see a friend down in London. I was glad that the train would be on time this times, the last time I went, it was late. Looking around to see how many people were in front of me, I noticed the guy in front. I sighed softly as I waited my turn glancing up and down his b...
It's rush hour, you're coming home from a long day out, you're on the subway standing near the back of the car. It's insanely busy at this time, all of the offices letting out at the same time, it's standing room only, shoulder to shoulder, full to the brim of tired, half asleep cubicle drones. You're just coming back from a job interview, wearing a power s...
Rush hour is always a pain, the crowds, the crush, the urgency to get home or to work. Uncomfortable, it makes the journey far worse but it is unavoidable. Friday nights takes on a new meaning. The street bars and cafes are full, people enjoying one or two before they go home, the train is more mellow. People still want to get home but there are two days of...
It was official; states across America were locking down to avoid the global pandemic of COVID-19 (the Corona Virus) from devastating their towns. Luckily, my boss had sent us home early on Tuesday. Like everyone else, I, too, was glued to the news on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday morning, with the reports confirming that this virus was a long way from b...
One minute passes. The subway train has still yet to arrive. Within the station, many people push forward, causing it to get even more crowded between the dirty concrete walls. It seems everyone wants to take the 8:30 train. Faye, a dark haired working class woman, stands between a pole and a few junkies. This was the last place she wanted to be. It was grit...
He boarded the train, placing his briefcase at his feet, between his legs. He was taking a evening train; looking at his watch, he realized that it would be 9:35pm soon, and the train would be leaving. Closing his eyes, he tucked his train ticket in his jacket pocket and leaned back. He'd reach Baltimore after midnight, so he might as well get some sleep. H...
Sylvia hated the fact she was late finishing work, it meant an hour's journey on what she called "the sardine tin". She normally finished at 4pm, the underground was still busy but she always managed to grab a seat. Now it was 5.15, she was being sucked along with the throng of people all heading for Liverpool street station. Sylvia was 44, had been marrie...
Michelle had phoned me earlier in the day, she had wanted to know if I would finish work early so that I could catch the train home with her, she thought it would be nice to travel together like we did when we were younger and not so work committed. I agreed and said that I would meet her at the train station at 5:30. When I arrived at the station I pushed t...