The Train Of Regrets

The Train Of Regrets

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., août 6, 2016
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Action & Thriller
"You don't know, do you?" He asks in a hush and still tone. "Know what?" He hands me a pamphlet showing a painting of two children watching a train flying over them, it was as if they were interrupted by the roars of a steam engine. I flip the paper since it was a natural thing to do, only to find a caption behind it. Written in an elegant font consisting of curls and golden ink. 'Welcome aboard to the Train of Regrets'
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''Hey," I greet them. The scary looking one doesn't spare me a glance. The one with green eyes keeps talking, but the blue eyed one looks up at me for a second then back at his book. He sort of does a double take and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me. "Is this seat taken?'' I ask with a small smile. Blue eyes elbows the other two and they look up at me, one with wide eyes and the other with a stone cold glare. "Is she talking to us?" The green eyed mumbles, his wide eyes not leaving me. ''Uhhhhh did I say something wrong?" I raise my eyebrows, my small smile faltering. ''You're not supposed to be able to see us," the one with the cold glare mutters. What???

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