Posts tagged "subway"

A Subway Story: Joyride

A little subway story to start your weekend off right. The following is based on actual events Joyride Brittany swiped her Metro Card through the turnstile. She was running fifteen minutes behind her well-planned schedule. She hurried down a flight of stairs to the platform. Her adrenaline pushed her to move faster but carelessly. Halfway...

A subway story from LA

It’s bizarre to be toting around in a car versus the subway. Though, I am finding all sorts of interesting material/inspiration to create more vinettes – What would the west coast equivalent be? Stories on the LA highway? Stories from the coffee shop; everyone’s a performer? Stories from the Santa Monica Pier? (Well, I’m heading...

LEAPing into a new school year

It’s difficult to believe that this time last year I started my very first LEAP class – Writing for the Liberal Arts. Now, I’m venturing into Personal and Professional Assessment, known in LEAP lingo as PPA. The truth is, I was DREADING this class. As I read the course guide to get a sense for...

Another short subway story

As I scoured the internet, hunting for some new writing projects, I realized how neglectful I’ve been of my DIYdancer community lately. So, here’s a quickie . . . I haven’t written any new subway stories since getting back to Manhattan. But, in the wake of that crazy lady Irene, I am re-motivated to push...

I need your subway stories

I love it when life hands me something so surreal, I simply must write about it. Since last fall, I’ve been compiling subway short stories, of exactly 100 words. It has not been difficult to find stories to write about; all of them are based on actual events. This morning, I got on the 1...

A Subway Short Story; The Golden Scarf

While the scarf’s owner hummed lightly, Anna reached her fingers out instinctively to handle the delicate material. Flecks of gold caught the dim underground lighting.   Oblivious to Anna’s reach, the woman continued to bob her head along rhythmically. Anna intertwined the golden fringe into a braid. A smile crossed her youthful face as she...

More Subway Stories

A  BEDTIME  STORY It had been a long and tiring day. I fought the urge to close my eyes.     Eventually, the swaying of the subway car lulled me to sleep. After an indiscernible amount of time, I woke up and was greeted by an elderly man playing a keyboard and singing lullabies. When the man...