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The Parallel
#WritcoStoryPrompt113
Write a story about a time-train. You're standing right in the midst of a railroad track.There are two sides to every story: One that is positive and the other is negative. You have to choose between two sides, but you have no idea which one is which.
I was walking to the subway in New York, I was headed to my job, when I noticed 2 subs both coming from the same direction. A person then bumped into me and whispered in my ear "You must choose one". I looked around, there was no one there, but then another person bumped into me and whispered, tickling my ear by doing so saying "ones bad the other is good". Then all the people in the packed subway loading station were gone. It was just me, my feet on the crunchy metal and two trains. They looked identical, there was no way to tell the difference, although one looked darker than the other that meant nothing because what would it mean. Good or Bad. I walked in the direction of one it's doors opened. It looked normal in the inside too. I then walked to the other one it also looked profoundly normal. I tried to go up the stairs I had previously walked down but when I got there I slammed into a wall, but I could still see the stairs. I kept walking into it for several minutes just to make sure I was right, but if anyone saw me they sure would be peeing their pants right about now. It was now time to decide, no turning back now, I walked towards the door, stepped on and,
© Caitlin
Write a story about a time-train. You're standing right in the midst of a railroad track.There are two sides to every story: One that is positive and the other is negative. You have to choose between two sides, but you have no idea which one is which.
I was walking to the subway in New York, I was headed to my job, when I noticed 2 subs both coming from the same direction. A person then bumped into me and whispered in my ear "You must choose one". I looked around, there was no one there, but then another person bumped into me and whispered, tickling my ear by doing so saying "ones bad the other is good". Then all the people in the packed subway loading station were gone. It was just me, my feet on the crunchy metal and two trains. They looked identical, there was no way to tell the difference, although one looked darker than the other that meant nothing because what would it mean. Good or Bad. I walked in the direction of one it's doors opened. It looked normal in the inside too. I then walked to the other one it also looked profoundly normal. I tried to go up the stairs I had previously walked down but when I got there I slammed into a wall, but I could still see the stairs. I kept walking into it for several minutes just to make sure I was right, but if anyone saw me they sure would be peeing their pants right about now. It was now time to decide, no turning back now, I walked towards the door, stepped on and,
© Caitlin
