Michael Vs. Danuvius: A Short Story

As the trains stops in downtown Toronto I can see lots of people walking on and off other trains, tall buildings, lots of cars, and the people all look so happy it just makes you feel happy inside. Now we have to walk to go to the subway and take the subway to the gym where the games are played. The subway in Canada are much cleaner and nicer than the American subways. As we walked down the concert stairs you could hear the train coming a mile away. As you see lights coming from around the corner you know it is close. As the train slowed down again you saw a lot of other people on the train.We walk onto a much longer train. On the inside it is warm and carpeted. Not many chairs but plenty of standing room. We have to wait three stops before we got off. Everytime the train stopped you could feel yourself leaning forward then jerking back. Also as the train turned you could see the whole train looked like it was being bent. As you walk up the concert stairs then walk onto the street and the sun hits your skin after being underground you feel

I rest on an overturned seat to my left and wait. Thinking to myself, What happened? Did we make it to New York? It seemed as though a tornado had moved throughout the entire train car, taking out anything and everything in its way. Lights flicker and bodies moan in pain. The temperature in this small space is slowly rising. The last thing I remember is listening to that bothersome child complaining the entire trip-THE CHILD!-I’m up again and this time I can hear a faint cry of help drowning out the excess murmurs. I displaced pieces of debris to help navigate towards the noise.

I had fifteen minutes to travel from 66th street, where I had just set a date with my oral surgeon to remove my wisdom teeth in a month’s time, June 5th, to my therapist on 97th street, and the six train was taking its sweet time. Finally, my sweaty fingers fought for the grease-lined pole of the subway car. Every surface of my body seemed to press against another person and the thick body heat of the car began to suffocate me. I breathed the breath of a smoker while being dusted with a business woman’s expensive perfume.

I was so mad i attacked him.i knocked him to the ground. I made him bleed i was that mad. Rhi and ian pulled me back and we ran of.

I deffinately had underestimated his strength because i flailed to the ground trying to stop my fall i obviously used my hands but the pain of the blade wound was to strong and i fell face first into the dirt.

“Wow!” blurted little Henryk. “I’ve never been on a train before.” All of the other kids began murmuring that they hadn’t been on one either.

Another snarl tore from his throat as he leapt toward me, huge twin bladed axe cleaving through the air in a

He plucks the First Blade from Dean's belt, then pulls his right hand up, closes Dean's fingers around the handle, then wraps his own hands over Dean's, watching the fire snake through the Mark. He takes a deep breath, locks his eyes with bloodshot green, and stabs the blade into his own chest.

It was May 11, 2013, and my mom, Chloe, and I took our first step on the stained, cracked pavement of the train stop. We scurried into an ancient elevator with our elephant-sized suitcases to escape the cold weather. After half an hour of playing with the large toy train in the lobby and running up and down the stairs, mom called us towards the glass exit to the mini yellow cab that was waiting. It was slightly bumpy and the packed lanes made us take a while to reach our destination,

He was early. The sudden smell of tar and corroding metal filled his lungs as he took the steps leading down to train AC’s platform. Sudden gusts of wind travelled from the steps as he reached the platform but his face still stung from the heat of the enclosed structure. He let the station guard punch his ticket and entered. The station at this hour was filled to the brim with people itching to catch their train. People were talking about work to coworkers, discussing work on the phone, and complaining about work to whoever was closest. He waded through the crowed and found a spot where he guessed the train’s doors would open. After a couple minutes Aaron popped in his ear buds and stood near the edge of the cement platform. He shifted back and forth while he listened to his favorite Genesis album. He closed his drooping eyes and turned up the volume to hear the bass bellow behind the melody. He knew the song ended with a drum solo so he turned up the volume just a little more. He really wanted feel the beat kick back for the finish. He felt a slight push instead. Aaron saw the lights from the train just before it

I attempt to leave and he attacks, coming in close. Hands go to my knife. I step back, slashing down. He dodges, knocking my arm away and twisting it

As soon as I stepped out from the long ride, the noise from the streets hit me once more. There were the sounds of honking, engines running, and people shouting. A warm breeze immediately passed, and I missed the little comfort of the train’s air-conditioning. Everything was brighter as well, because there was no longer a roof and tinted windows to separate me from the sun that had emerged.

From his house, Cole starts walking down the main street of the city. People bustle all around him, and he is shoved in all directions. Desperate to avoid the flow of pedestrians, Cole pushes through to the side of the road, out of the way. I can finally rest, he thought to himself. Just when all seemed calm, he hears a loud sound on his right. Turning, he sees that there is a huge machine passing on a bridge near him. I think it’s called a train , he wonders. The massive machine speeds across the city with a thundering noise. What a monstrous yet beautiful invention. How could anyone even think of something of such complexity… His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by another man who shouts, “Get out of the way kid, I’ve got a job to be at!” He then shoves Cole, knocking him to the side, and continues walking.

That was the start of this epic battle, he wasn’t getting away with it and he would pay. He turned and started to walk away, I had no weapon, I needed something, the rocks by the front porch, I could hit him with one of those I thought. I sprinted to the porch and picked up a rock. I had surprise on my side, I took aim and threw, he was on the other side of the wire fence, and my accuracy was off, I missed him. He turned and eyed me, I had the second rock in my hand and was ready to let loose. He dared me with my stare, I gave him the look, it was a challenge, I was several feet from the front door so I knew my chances of getting away were good. Mom or dad weren’t home so I could not run to them for help, but I could always lock him out of the house so there was safety. The decision was made and the rock sailed over the fence and hit him in the leg, I knew he would retaliate but I didn’t know how much pain he was about to inflict upon me.

It’s nighttime in Concord. I began to grow tired as the time progresses to 10:30 pm. I go up the stairs leading to my room not knowing what is to come in this night slumber. I can only imagine what I might dream. As I lay on my soft bedding cuddling up to my warm fuzzy blanket I began to doze off. Just before I finally fall asleep I hear the train blow its whistle down the road from my house.