I'm late! Cried the tall dark skinned boy running toward the train station to get his ticket. He barged open the door and pushed through the line of people. Many of them were swearing and yelling at him. He had made it to the ticket counter.
"Hey buddy, we have a line here!"
"One ticket to Moscow please!" He puffed out as he slammed a sack of euro on the table.
"Listen kid I can get your ticket, after everybody else! Now back o' the line!""Please sir! I have to get on this train! It leaves any minute!"
"Like I said before, I can get your ticket, after EVERYBODY ELSE. Now back o' the line, or beat it!"
He groaned and ran out the door leading to the train pickup. "Hey kid! Get back here!"He ran through the door pushing an elderly woman out of the way. She yelled something in Russian.
"Ey, malysh, posmotri!"
"S-sorry ma'am!"
He apologized while still running."Engine 12 is off to depart in half a minute." Said a woman on the intercom.
"No!"
The doors to the train were just about to close when he launched himself through the entryway and slammed his body on the ground, hitting his head on a pole.
"Ack!"
The boy huffed and puffed as he lay on the floor."All aboard to Moscow. You shall reach your destination in 3 hours" said the woman on the intercom.
The boy sighed and layed there huffing and puffing.
"Thank goodness.."
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Nefelibata(DRAFT/INCOMPLETE)
FantasyIn 1947 of Russia, Philip, a young cartoonist, is having trouble writing and illistrating his characters and story. While traveling, he gets in a terrible accident and slips into a coma. In his dream, he imagines his characters and gets to exper...