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Moonlight Train
“OK, you talked me into coming out here with you, but once again I’m telling you that it isn’t possible for a train to come through here, for obvious reasons,” Clyde said to Eric again.
“Clyde I know that it’s impossible, and you know it, but that train don’t seem to care.”
“Well you know we’ve only got a certain amount of time that we can waste waiting for something to happen that can’t in a logical universe,” Clyde frankly was tired of hearing Eric’s stories about this midnight train. A ghost train that is full of the terrified passengers staring out the windows as it passes on their way to Hell. It was a great story, but the fact was that it was just that, a story. He looked at the tall jagged mountain peaks that were all around them, pale against the night sky. Then he felt a slight tremor in the ground and looked at Eric with surprise.
“I told you so,” Eric said with a satisfied smile on his face.
The ground was picking up a noticeable vibration now as the intensity continued to increase.
A light penetrated the darkness and shined on them as the locomotive appeared over a distant hill. It looked like an ancient one powered by a coal furnace to create steam to run the engine, a plume of dark smoke rose from the smoke stack.
Cresting the hill the train began to pick up speed towards them, a loud whistle echoing as it did. Clyde turned to look at Eric.
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
“I still don’t believe what I’m seeing,” Clyde said.
The train was rapidly approaching where they stood, a juggernaut of iron flying across nonexistent tracks. The engine flew past quickly followed by a line of passenger cars, each full to capacity. The people inside had looks of abject horror on their faces as they looked out at them. Some were holding each other crying, trying to find comfort where there was none. An orange glow appeared behind Eric and Clyde, and when they turned the saw a gaping hole, full of flames appears in the ground in front of the train’s path. The engine plummeted into the hole, vanishing into the maelstrom, followed by the long line of cars, until finally the caboose went into the hole and it closed up again.
They stood there in silence; no evidence of the train’s passing could be seen to verify they weren’t hallucinating.
“Eric, we have to go back now,” Clyde said, stating the obvious.
“I know we do. It’s too bad they don’t make these stupid suits with a longer air supply,” He turned and leaped twenty feet into the air, unhindered by the moon’s low gravity. Clyde took one look back at where the train had vanished and shook his head. Turning he leaped after Eric, leaping high into the vacuum, wondering how it was possible to hear the train’s whistle without air. Nothing at all made sense to him. Was Hell located inside the moon? Was that a train full of people doomed to live there? Mainly how did it get up here? He looked up at the Earth and shook his head…
“Clyde I know that it’s impossible, and you know it, but that train don’t seem to care.”
“Well you know we’ve only got a certain amount of time that we can waste waiting for something to happen that can’t in a logical universe,” Clyde frankly was tired of hearing Eric’s stories about this midnight train. A ghost train that is full of the terrified passengers staring out the windows as it passes on their way to Hell. It was a great story, but the fact was that it was just that, a story. He looked at the tall jagged mountain peaks that were all around them, pale against the night sky. Then he felt a slight tremor in the ground and looked at Eric with surprise.
“I told you so,” Eric said with a satisfied smile on his face.
The ground was picking up a noticeable vibration now as the intensity continued to increase.
A light penetrated the darkness and shined on them as the locomotive appeared over a distant hill. It looked like an ancient one powered by a coal furnace to create steam to run the engine, a plume of dark smoke rose from the smoke stack.
Cresting the hill the train began to pick up speed towards them, a loud whistle echoing as it did. Clyde turned to look at Eric.
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
“I still don’t believe what I’m seeing,” Clyde said.
The train was rapidly approaching where they stood, a juggernaut of iron flying across nonexistent tracks. The engine flew past quickly followed by a line of passenger cars, each full to capacity. The people inside had looks of abject horror on their faces as they looked out at them. Some were holding each other crying, trying to find comfort where there was none. An orange glow appeared behind Eric and Clyde, and when they turned the saw a gaping hole, full of flames appears in the ground in front of the train’s path. The engine plummeted into the hole, vanishing into the maelstrom, followed by the long line of cars, until finally the caboose went into the hole and it closed up again.
They stood there in silence; no evidence of the train’s passing could be seen to verify they weren’t hallucinating.
“Eric, we have to go back now,” Clyde said, stating the obvious.
“I know we do. It’s too bad they don’t make these stupid suits with a longer air supply,” He turned and leaped twenty feet into the air, unhindered by the moon’s low gravity. Clyde took one look back at where the train had vanished and shook his head. Turning he leaped after Eric, leaping high into the vacuum, wondering how it was possible to hear the train’s whistle without air. Nothing at all made sense to him. Was Hell located inside the moon? Was that a train full of people doomed to live there? Mainly how did it get up here? He looked up at the Earth and shook his head…
Beneath the waves
Beneath the waves I gently rock
No mouth to cry, words to talk
Fish come and nibble my eyes
My final vision a rippling sunrise
The weights hold me here
it won’t be long before I’m clear
Flesh in tatters falls away
Soon enough we will play…
No mouth to cry, words to talk
Fish come and nibble my eyes
My final vision a rippling sunrise
The weights hold me here
it won’t be long before I’m clear
Flesh in tatters falls away
Soon enough we will play…
Things you buy in magazines?
I think that last batch of sea monkeys ate my cat!!!
Sometimes listening to other people's conversations isn't good!!
"Doesn't it, though? You, with that beer, talking to a tree. Then all those chattering baby skulls. That nutter with the giant banana made out of slugs, and the awful fight with the guy in the panda suit who kept projectile vomiting. Good thing the police were all dead by then.
Sometimes listening to other people's conversations isn't good!!
"Doesn't it, though? You, with that beer, talking to a tree. Then all those chattering baby skulls. That nutter with the giant banana made out of slugs, and the awful fight with the guy in the panda suit who kept projectile vomiting. Good thing the police were all dead by then.
