TrainsThe trains in the south are alive. When you first see them you won’t believe it; they look like any other machine from those lands, slightly weird and organic but all mechanical in nature. Even once inside you may doubt. But they are alive.Fetish-Sarcasm
One of the train handlers moved up here to Kentpike, when his train died. It’s not uncommon. Some handlers take on another train, but many miss their first too much. They come north, out of reach of the winding tracks, so they are not reminded. I met one in a bar, and he told me about the trains.
They are wild creatures, or they were once; he seemed a little unclear on the distinction. Big plated snakelike things boring through the earth as smoothly as a fish through water. The plates are bare bone. It sounds unsafe and unlikely, but the handler insisted it was true, and I did see one once–confined to its track, painted blue and gold, but alive–and I believe him.
There is conflicting information about how the trains are tamed
Six Word Stories~She's far stronger than you think.VioletRogue
I love you: three deadly words.
Be careful; she's a delicate butterfly.
Can't the peace overcome the hate?
You and I, we are perfect.
His lips are warm, for now.
Hold me until dawn's subtle light.
He's rare, don't loosen your grip.
Your lethal words aren't welcome here.
You mean the world to her.
Use more tact the next time.
His heart is torn to pieces.
You only gave her shattered glass.
He had my heart held captive.
I WasIt wasSurrealNacre
Only a short time ago
I was a god
An untouchable unbeatable god.
Worlds crumbled at the mere sight of me
On top each other
Just to stand in my passing
But we ourselves are not enough
To be called “gods”
We are debris
We are desolation
My entire existence
Like a dying fetus
Became nothing but
Of history’s fallen
Archaic I became
A mere fossil shell
A relic of no value
No true vestige of my glory days
Buried millions of feet below
The once glorified boulevard
Where I was once sitting upon a throne
Now I am
Huddled next to the
Intangible core of our earth
Here I am nothing but the
For somebody else’s
(We were kings feasting on our happiness; then there was nothing.)
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