GOTransitTales

Spinning tales while riding the rails. All works are fiction; any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence. Not affiliated with or sponsored by GO Transit.

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My conscience has my mom’s voice: “You didn’t finish dinner… no dessert.” #amwriting #12wordstory

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My rainclouds keep hiding the sun.
#sunshineinsix #sixwords

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The last time I tweeted was four months before I was hospitalized for ten days; when I was diagnosed with MS. But I came back to the TwitterVerse to find my followers have tripled. A positive attitude really does make a difference. #amwriting #MultipleSclerosis #MS

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"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Sheila knelt in the dark confessional and waited for a sign. Finally, a hand smoothed her hair.

"You are forgiven child."

Then the quiet woosh of his zipper and her penance sprang free.

#amwriting

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On scarred knees you pushed tiny metal cars over quilted mountains. Much earlier than seemed fair, you accepted your fate, though we could not.

Now you give guidance and strength from beyond the stars. #amwriting #inmemory

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He'd tried to hide, but she found him.

“Missed you, baby.” She reached around him, popped the button on his jeans, edged the zipper down.

Despite his terror, he was instantly hard.

A feral moan was all he managed as he ejaculated and she severed his carotid. #amwriting

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She faces the mirror, perfects the reflection she wants us all to see: mahogany hair smooth as glass; figure kept trim by a guerrilla trainer; almond-shaped eyes lined with precision.

The only thing we notice is the tacky red cream smeared outside the lipline. #amwriting

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She hadn't seen him in five years, but the moment he walked in the cafe, she recognized him. She remembered how his hands explored her body, how he felt sliding in and out of her. How much she loved him.

"You look good," she said to him.

He frowned. "Do I know you?" #amwriting

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The crack of bat hitting ball had always thrilled him. Years after little league, he wondered if bat hitting head was the same. #amwriting

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If I take the train home with my boss, and we discuss work, can I put in for overtime?

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I don't know her name, but we talk every day at the gym. And we've seen each other naked. Does that make us friends? #amwriting

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We were forced to read Atwood's books in school. Will we be forced to watch the series?

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@luv_MMandM *sad face* And yet, I can't picture you with chipped polish.

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She sits hunched over, eyes cast down, hiding. Her chipped nail polish whispers "Please don't notice me". #amwriting

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After three days, she had to admit defeat. Despite the letters she had carefully written, Santa was not going to come through. #amwriting

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What if I smiled at everyone I passed today, gave them a Thumbs Up to start their day? What if I went to work and tackled all my projects with positive energy? What if I believed the mirror's reflection was worthwhile? What if I just covered my head and stayed in bed? #amwriting

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She crouched in the darkness, listened to his footsteps, his angry threats as he called for her. She punched three numbers into her cell. Her voice trembled when she whispered, "He's here." #amwriting

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He dipped his finger into the pool around her head, licked it off. It would look like molasses in the black and white photos. #amwriting

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To the brave souls slogging through #NaNoWriMo2017: May your muse inspire to the bitter end. Pen to paper, my friends (or fingers to keys)!

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She wanders through the suite, pictures living there. "Can we talk about rent?" she asks, as she steps over the chalk outline. #amwriting