Train Journy Northwards Chapter 1

The orange glowing lights blur mistily as we chase the time
northwards. Weary people doze softly, gazing into their minds, what are
they thinking? Do they know what I'm thinking as I stare intently at
their physiognomy imagining their home, family waiting when they arrive
from a hard day at work, what's behind all that make-up and wrinkles? I
stare around, every face hidden behind words, those that aren't
sleeping, all escaping to another life, one we can control ourselves,
most of the time. A ring of a phone and everyone is united in a sharp
tug back to reality, the train carriage all of us are to share for the
next two and a half hours. Soon enough everyone returns to their world.
What an antisocial race we are. Think of all the countries wishing they
could have a chance to be as lucky as we are, and what do we do>
spend are time writing about, or dreaming about alternate
realities!
I dreamily let my eyes meander across the towns we leave in our wake.
The bright lights of a travelling fair creates a flack of colour in our
dull mundane lives, we are so intent to escape.
I wonder if even boring people have wild imaginations hidden under that
plain exterior. They give the impression of planning dinner or the
shopping, but secretly under all that practicality lay an innovative
inspired individual waiting for their moment to spring into the
exciting existents of the weird and wonderful. I believe there's a
little creativity in all of us, some just have to look deeper than
others to dip it up. But then, imagine what the world would be if it
were full of Bronte's and Sylvia Plaths? Mmmmm?.interesting.
A nervous man at the back of our carriage, D I think, twitches and
sweats irritably, probably dreading the encounter with his suspecting
wife and a late supper, two days late!
The woman opposite silently whispers words to herself, lines to a play?
A poem? Words she must remember. Elaborately dressed, brightly coloured
scarves and baggy pink trousers. Defiantly got a very exciting
alternate reality under that pink contact lens!
The towns and cities continue to wiz past like voices on the wind. I
begin to tire of looking into these dream worlds, its time to consult
my own idealism.

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"And ye harm none, do what ye will"
Blessed be

Her arms were raised directed towards the heavens. The long arm of her
rose silk dress cascaded down her porcelain arm, her soft wavering hair
tumbling like a golden waterfall over her shoulders. The knife in her
hand channelling an electric blue light upwards.
The door swept open creating a large bang, detaching the blue light and
sending the girl flying across the tower floor. A large man with dark
wild hair stood at the doorway, soaked in blood with the look of death
in his black tunnelling eyes.