pulling a train...

[unregistered]

 

[marshalt]

Name
Andrew Reese

Outward appearance
Early 20's, tall and skinny, slight acne scarring on his face, hair a little too long. Generic Beats headphones

Inside information
6 weeks ago he tried to hire an escort from backpage, but chickened out at the last second.

what they are thinking/doing
"If I was in the army, I hope I'd have cool nickname like Bonecrusher or Dutch."

 

[RobDownSouth]

Qu'est-ce que ce "revenge fiction"?

Oh, the inevitable hazards of multiple authorship genre blurring!

So, we've got contemporary realism¹ from assorted authors, poetic musings from cleaver and gotsnowgotslush, vampire fiction from Candi, some semi-Crichtonian revenge fiction from Rob who is now inexplicably Bob, comedic stylings from several authors…

I'm sure I missed something.

¹ That's the genre for fiction that isn't "genre fiction".

This has been fun!
(I can always go back to the political threads, if you like...)

 

[neci]

gertrude is wearing the size 24 pink sweatpants, flip flops with purple curly bows and an oversized grey wolf shirt. her hair is cut short and dyed red. she wears no product. gertrude smacks her strawberry flavored gum. she's approaching 60 and has chewed gum her entire life. when she was a kid, she got in trouble with her teachers for playing with her gum in class.

gertrude has recently been picking up men at the bar across from the YMCA on thursday nights. she burps and it tastes like cum. gertrude gets a fresh piece of gum out of her leopard print purse. she wonders who will be eliminated tonight on next top model. she really hopes it's that hussy with the mole on her ass. she doesn't deserve to be the next tyra banks.

 

[HarryHill]

It wan't easy for Jack Slayer to endure the covert stares of the other passengers as their eyes moved over the cruel scar on his otherwise handsome, pale, square jawed face, down the blue no.3 dress uniform whose buttons had a slight tinge of green that no amount of polishing seemed to cure, to the worn kit propped against his legs.

Jack is on his way back to Devonport to resume the mundane duties of a shore bound officer after leave to attend his ailing father. He wonders if he will ever have a sea billet again.

 

[Farrah]

A round of applause for the OP and for each talented contributor. I hope this thread stays on the front page for a long time to come.

 

[evesdream]

name Martin McGee
outward appearance A bit shorter than average, pudgy man pushing 40. His hair thins out a bit at the top. Black peppering with grey stress. The stress is also pulling into his eyes. Lines being set for a very aged 50. Black mustache. Clean chin. Black suit pants have a clean hem. White button down shirt with the bottom button stretched across the tightening gut, pressed green tie. The suit jacket a more worn shade of black than the pants.
inside information Martin picked the suit pants at the department store on clearance. The mustache was grown back in Movember. He shaved the beard at the end of the month, but thought the stache was cool. His face is shaved twice a day at the same time he goes into brush his teeth. Like clockwork. Instead of looking cool, he looks like a middle aged pervert. Martin is wearing a silky, stretchy, camo print thong.
what they are thinking/doing Martin stares ahead and scratches his balls without thinking. Martin has big balls and has to dig around his pants to scratch the spot that's tickling him. Martin's mind drifts off to the lips on the lady who entered last stop. He gets a pudgy thinking about her pout. Martin stretches out and straightens his pants. His balls begin to itch again. He might have to find a different laundry detergent.

barbara's got big old titties and long red nails. the french is on her toes. tanning bed legs rubbed in what smells like coconut and lime and vanilla. tennis are on. ankle socks. athletic legs. knees held strong. bit of a belly like a belly dancer. soft and curvy. denim skirt shorts. blue tank with a red and white jacket. i would say a size 10/12. color treated brunette with chunky blonde highlights. "natural makeup" mascara and lipgloss. some liner. the basics.

barbara just lost 45lbs.

barbara sits on the train eating kit kat bar after kit kat bar. she licks the chocolate off her fingers as the oil rubs into her pores. after the fifth kit kat bar, she reaches into her purse and pops four diet pills and and two emergency relax pills. she washes it down with a plastic bottle of life flavored water.

gertrude is wearing the size 24 pink sweatpants, flip flops with purple curly bows and an oversized grey wolf shirt. her hair is cut short and dyed red. she wears no product. gertrude smacks her strawberry flavored gum. she's approaching 60 and has chewed gum her entire life. when she was a kid, she got in trouble with her teachers for playing with her gum in class.

gertrude has recently been picking up men at the bar across from the YMCA on thursday nights. she burps and it tastes like cum. gertrude gets a fresh piece of gum out of her leopard print purse. she wonders who will be eliminated tonight on next top model. she really hopes it's that hussy with the mole on her ass. she doesn't deserve to be the next tyra banks.

Vivid and gnarly, I love these. Your details are brilliant.

 

[CandiCame]

A round of applause for the OP and for each talented contributor. I hope this thread stays on the front page for a long time to come.

I wish it was more like a story-go-round tho.

 

[parodyluvr75]

Giddit, birdie.

 

[RobDownSouth]

I wish it was more like a story-go-round tho.

I'm not sure what a story-go-round is, but I think if there's a thread....even a small thread...that ties these vignettes together it makes things much more interesting.

I know I could tie 2 or 3 or so previous entries together.

 

[Equinoxe]

This has been fun!
(I can always go back to the political threads, if you like...)

Oh, I do not doubt your fun!

No, of course, you may post wherever you wish. But, if you want my honest opinion, I think that repeatedly bringing up posters you don't like in threads that have nothing to do with them is beneath you.

 

[CandiCame]

I'm not sure what a story-go-round is, but I think if there's a thread....even a small thread...that ties these vignettes together it makes things much more interesting.

I know I could tie 2 or 3 or so previous entries together.

It's the game you play when you're little where you start a story and somebody else picks it up.

 

[neci]

Vivid and gnarly, I love these. Your details are brilliant.

*bows*

this is fun.

i may have to write a sex story one day.

 

[neci]

It's the game you play when you're little where you start a story and somebody else picks it up.

are we talking about chyoo?

 

[CandiCame]

are we talking about chyoo?

Maybe? I guess different kids called it different things.

You have around a paragraph each and some jackass always comes in and tries to change the genre. Like they just, "And then aliens attacked!" and everyone is like, "Fuck you, Steve Carlsburg".

 

[neci]

pulling a train is on the bucket list. quad city dj's is on the mix tape.

 

[butters]

what's up with all the chat? the train stopped for a red light? din't nobody pull the emergency cord

 

[marshalt]

Name:
Morgan Liecher

Outward appearance
19, short, and wears her hair up in a ponytail. She has the hood of her sweatshirt up, even though she's not cold.

inside information
At parties, she mixes her drinks as weak as possible. Not to stay sober, but because she hates the taste of alcohol. It takes 14 rum and cokes for her to get a buzz.

what they are thinking/doing
She's reading something on her phone. Given her appearance, those around her think she's just another college kid on facebook. But she's actually reading the manual for the commercial drivers license. If she had her way, she'd drop out of the university and enroll at the tech school and become a truck driver. But she worries that her parents will think she's throwing her life away. She knows her friends will be supportive, but for the wrong reasons. They'll think she's making some big statement about gender roles or something, but Morgan really just thinks it would be fun to drive a big rig out on the open road.

 

[DesEsseintes]

Name: Heidi Montefiore

Outward appearance: Diluted blue eyes in a faded face too often washed. Her mouth is hinged open like a loose door, and beyond the muted pink of her second cheapest lipstick little teeth jostle apologetically for elbow room. On her cheek is a scratch which she tells herself is self-inflicted.

Inside information: Her son is still dead, though every night she dreams him so fiercely into life that each morning the sorrow catches her by the throat as if renewed. Her bag, shiny with age and use, is full of photographs turned the wrong way round, like pills locked in a safe for emergencies.

What she is doing: Counting her breaths and checking her pulse with practised, tiny movements, though she gave up hope long ago. Her toes flex convulsively in a silent rallentando.

 

[HarryHill]

what's up with all the chat? the train stopped for a red light? din't nobody pull the emergency cord

Mind the gap

 

[subdued_passion]

James Keep appears to be just another man riding the tube that afternoon but his guilt has him convinced his fellow passengers are all watching him as they know he's skipped work for a secret rendezvous. He fidgets with the buttons of his ill-fitted jacket- picked for this occasion only because he was once complimented on how good he looked in it, ten years ago- even as he resists the urge to take off his wedding band though it grows tighter and tighter around his finger till he is aware of nothing but its presence.

He shakes his head attempting to shake away his nervous jitters; at 52 he isn't a young man and has felt far too many opportunities slip him by to live with yet another regret.

 

[Wings]

Name: Susanna Sweets

Outward Appearance: A touch above 6 feet in height, long and lean from decades of training. She sits so still you can barely tell she's breathing, if you noticed her at all. Dressed in sleek black trousers, an aubergine cashmere sweater and ankle boots in black patent leather, her sleek blonde hair barely moving as if it dares not defy her will even on a windy day.

Inside Information: Susanna was the only child of a retired security contractor, she was learning how to pick a lock before she could form complete sentences. Her father wanted to make sure she was never a victim in life, all while creating a weapon that the government would have killed to get a hold of, fortunately she never appeared on their radar, choosing to stay covert and living a legitimate life as the top handbag seller at Macy's.

What She Is Thinking/Doing: After analyzing everyone that entered her train car her focus is on the cop a few rows ahead of her. He wasn't able to discern friend or foe as quickly or as covertly as her and she noticed the moment he became aware of the psychopath, his hand reaching for the butt of his gun. She knew, though, that today wasn't the day for the scary guy to snap, he hadn't reached that point yet. As she exited the car at her stop she sent up hope that the day that particular guy lost it, either she or the shaggy-haired police man were around. As she flexed her bruised knuckles, she remembered the woman she saved last night from the predator outside the bar. Where were the cops then? She will continue to keep her eyes open, hopefully around to save someone else when they needed it. Content in the knowledge that she could.

Maybe today would be a good day at the store.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Huh, I would have thought this thread would have gotten more op intended traction on the AH...how about that.

PILOT wont approve.

 

[Brollyanna]

Ella walks gingerly to her seat, grasping the apple she bought at the station. She seems surrounded by air and space yet looking at her closely; you can see the shadows following her like a rattling chain made out of snapshots of her life.

She’s been broken a long time. Long before she heard the sound of shattered glass and tortured metal. Broken before she weakly attempted to caress away the dangerous shards that pierced her body, and broken long before the forensic crew carefully removed the shrapnel and tried to rebuild a complete train from the pieces.

“Freedom is expensive” she thinks as she confirms her existence by leaving, right now, while her body is still warm.

 

[RobDownSouth]

name Bill Stynchcomb Jr.

outward appearance
Charcoal grey suit from Men's Wearhouse factory outlet. Carrying a 5 gallon box of wine awkwardly.

insider information
His marriage is on the rocks. Once his old man dies, the inheritance should be able to pay for the divorce.

what he is thinking/doing
"How the hell does Dad drink this shit?"