SimonW
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This is a story I made up, have only made two chapters so far. Not much known how I made it, I just did.
But, get the feeling it is not that great a story in the second chapter...may need to liven it up in the third...if I continue writing it, that is. Anyway, comment if you wish.
Maggie And The Flying Train
Chapter 1: Maggie Dunspittle
“Last call!” shouted the railroad conductor upon the platform.
The train whistle blew and steam was released from the train, meaning it was ready to start moving.
Maggie Dunspittle, a young, skinny girl, was running down the platform. As she ran past other passengers, her straw hat almost being flung off her head if not for the pink ribbon that tied it securely. Her brown hair was not as fortunate, getting whisked to and fro as she was running with two small cream-coloured suitcases within her hands.
“Maggie, mind as you go, my dear!” screeched Aunt Abigail to the intolerable ten-year-old Maggie.
She was holding her tatty umbrella high in the air as she tried to keep up to her young niece, whom she was in charge of.
Maggie did not listen to her Aunt and stopped in amazement as she saw the train. Gawking up at the structure, Maggie did not notice her flustered Aunt come up behind her and adjusted the black feathers of her peculiar coat. Not until she heard her Aunt’s voice did Maggie turn around and pay attention to her.
“My dear, it is not very polite to go running about. It’s very…common,” Aunt Abigail muttered with disdain, adjusting her equally bizarre-looking black-feathered hat.
“Yes, Aunt Abigail,” said Maggie automatically.
Aunt Abigail ignored the child’s answer and glanced around. She tutted in her particular fashion and sighed. She glanced down at Maggie with strictness within her eyes.
“Maggie, dear, you wait here while I find a conductor, all right?”
Maggie nodded in the affirmative as her Aunt floundered back into the crowd, pushing aside people with her umbrella.
Maggie put her suitcases down and turned around to glance back at the train. Having never been on one before, she felt a sense of excitement wash over her. Maggie and her Aunt were planning to ride the train down to Glasgow, where her parents lived. Maggie had spent the summer with her Aunt Abigail, rather a dull summer for Maggie. She knew Aunt Abigail disliked her ways.
“A down-right Rotter, through and through!” she heard Aunt Abigail wail one evening when Aunt Abigail’s friend had come over for tea and sandwiches. Maggie heard from the stairway. It was outside the Study in which Aunt Abigail and her friend, a Mrs Cornwall, were having tea.
“Yes, yes, I agree,” Maggie heard Mrs. Cornwall’s quiet sympathetic voice say. Mrs. Cornwall agreed everything with what Aunt Abigail was telling her.
“And does she appreciate my hospitality? Not in the slightest! She lives in a dream world, that girl,” snapped Aunt Abigail’s voice.
“Oh, yes, yes,” muttered Mrs’ Cornwall’s voice before Maggie went up the stairs, having heard enough of that conversation.
That was two days ago, two days ago was when Maggie was at her most miserable because of what she overheard that day.
Now, it was but a far away memory to Maggie, whom pushed all thoughts aside as she continued to look up in amazement at the black locomotive.
“All aboard!” shouted the Conductor.
Aunt Abigail flustered back to Maggie, accidentally bashing people with her black umbrella.
“Don’t gawk, child!” snapped Aunt Abigail to Maggie.
As if whisked from a lovely dream, Maggie lifted her bags and climbed up onto the train. One of the Conductors gave her a hand with her small suitcases. Thanking him and smiling, Maggie glanced back at her Aunt Abigail, who hefted her large black handbag to one of the Conductors. Scrambling up, Aunt Abigail batted away the helping hand of the Conductor.
“I can manage quite well!” reproached Aunt Abigail and sniffed in an airy fashion, her hawk-nose in the air as she brushed past Maggie and entered the train hallway.
Maggie sighed, about to say sorry to the Conductor when she heard the tapping of her Aunt’s Umbrella against the wall.
“Come along, Maggie!” screeched Aunt Abigail’s voice.
Smiling an apology to the Conductor, Maggie entered the train hallway and followed her Aunt’s brisk pace. Maggie was trying to keep up with the skinny black figure that left behind several feathers trailing behind in her flustered fury.
When she finally arrived at their compartment, Aunt Abigail was nowhere in sight. Glancing around, Maggie could not see any trace of her Aunt anywhere. Deciding best to stay in the compartment until her Aunt came back, Maggie tried to open the compartment door but found it rather difficult, especially with one of her small bags under her arm.
A boy Maggie’s age saw her and came over to assist Maggie. He opened the door for her. Maggie was slightly lost for words. Not because he had helped her but because of his rather peculiar garments he wore. He wore a very large green shirt, which looked rather silly since he had a rather minuscule and somewhat skinny frame. His trousers were a muddy brown and appeared rather the worse for wear. He wore no footwear, as far as Maggie could see. And upon a messy mop of black hair was a dusty-looking cap. The sort of cap an engineer would wear.
“Need help with your bags, miss?” the boy asked kindly.
Maggie was so agog at his rather shabby appearance she almost didn’t hear his question. Then, she recollected her thoughts and nodded.
“Very well, then,” stated the boy and grasped hold of the bag Maggie was carrying in her other hand. He wandered into Maggie’s compartment as Maggie took the other bag from under her arm and entered. She watched as the boy stared, amazed at the grandness of the compartment. Maggie’s Aunt had been very fortunate with finery indeed. Apparently, she ordered an ensuite compartment with red drapes for the windows and a rather pretty ledge on which to sit upon to look out the window to see the countryside.
The boy placed the small bag down and then smiled at Maggie. She smiled slightly back and the boy withdrew from her compartment. Apparently, he was still in awe. After he exited, Maggie thought it best to introduce herself to the boy. Placing the other bag beside the one the boy brought in, Maggie walked out of her compartment and looked down the hall. She saw other passengers walking down and up it, but no sign of the boy in the large green shirt. A bit glum that she was alone once more, Maggie re-entered her compartment, closing her compartment door and sat on the window ledge. Suddenly, she felt the train move. They were off to Glasgow.
Outside, the train started to move as the conductors closed the doors and the trains whistle sounded. The gears began turning as the train slowly built up momentum as it left the railway station. The steam was whisked away as the train moved along the track and left the station behind.
But, get the feeling it is not that great a story in the second chapter...may need to liven it up in the third...if I continue writing it, that is. Anyway, comment if you wish.
Maggie And The Flying Train
Chapter 1: Maggie Dunspittle
“Last call!” shouted the railroad conductor upon the platform.
The train whistle blew and steam was released from the train, meaning it was ready to start moving.
Maggie Dunspittle, a young, skinny girl, was running down the platform. As she ran past other passengers, her straw hat almost being flung off her head if not for the pink ribbon that tied it securely. Her brown hair was not as fortunate, getting whisked to and fro as she was running with two small cream-coloured suitcases within her hands.
“Maggie, mind as you go, my dear!” screeched Aunt Abigail to the intolerable ten-year-old Maggie.
She was holding her tatty umbrella high in the air as she tried to keep up to her young niece, whom she was in charge of.
Maggie did not listen to her Aunt and stopped in amazement as she saw the train. Gawking up at the structure, Maggie did not notice her flustered Aunt come up behind her and adjusted the black feathers of her peculiar coat. Not until she heard her Aunt’s voice did Maggie turn around and pay attention to her.
“My dear, it is not very polite to go running about. It’s very…common,” Aunt Abigail muttered with disdain, adjusting her equally bizarre-looking black-feathered hat.
“Yes, Aunt Abigail,” said Maggie automatically.
Aunt Abigail ignored the child’s answer and glanced around. She tutted in her particular fashion and sighed. She glanced down at Maggie with strictness within her eyes.
“Maggie, dear, you wait here while I find a conductor, all right?”
Maggie nodded in the affirmative as her Aunt floundered back into the crowd, pushing aside people with her umbrella.
Maggie put her suitcases down and turned around to glance back at the train. Having never been on one before, she felt a sense of excitement wash over her. Maggie and her Aunt were planning to ride the train down to Glasgow, where her parents lived. Maggie had spent the summer with her Aunt Abigail, rather a dull summer for Maggie. She knew Aunt Abigail disliked her ways.
“A down-right Rotter, through and through!” she heard Aunt Abigail wail one evening when Aunt Abigail’s friend had come over for tea and sandwiches. Maggie heard from the stairway. It was outside the Study in which Aunt Abigail and her friend, a Mrs Cornwall, were having tea.
“Yes, yes, I agree,” Maggie heard Mrs. Cornwall’s quiet sympathetic voice say. Mrs. Cornwall agreed everything with what Aunt Abigail was telling her.
“And does she appreciate my hospitality? Not in the slightest! She lives in a dream world, that girl,” snapped Aunt Abigail’s voice.
“Oh, yes, yes,” muttered Mrs’ Cornwall’s voice before Maggie went up the stairs, having heard enough of that conversation.
That was two days ago, two days ago was when Maggie was at her most miserable because of what she overheard that day.
Now, it was but a far away memory to Maggie, whom pushed all thoughts aside as she continued to look up in amazement at the black locomotive.
“All aboard!” shouted the Conductor.
Aunt Abigail flustered back to Maggie, accidentally bashing people with her black umbrella.
“Don’t gawk, child!” snapped Aunt Abigail to Maggie.
As if whisked from a lovely dream, Maggie lifted her bags and climbed up onto the train. One of the Conductors gave her a hand with her small suitcases. Thanking him and smiling, Maggie glanced back at her Aunt Abigail, who hefted her large black handbag to one of the Conductors. Scrambling up, Aunt Abigail batted away the helping hand of the Conductor.
“I can manage quite well!” reproached Aunt Abigail and sniffed in an airy fashion, her hawk-nose in the air as she brushed past Maggie and entered the train hallway.
Maggie sighed, about to say sorry to the Conductor when she heard the tapping of her Aunt’s Umbrella against the wall.
“Come along, Maggie!” screeched Aunt Abigail’s voice.
Smiling an apology to the Conductor, Maggie entered the train hallway and followed her Aunt’s brisk pace. Maggie was trying to keep up with the skinny black figure that left behind several feathers trailing behind in her flustered fury.
When she finally arrived at their compartment, Aunt Abigail was nowhere in sight. Glancing around, Maggie could not see any trace of her Aunt anywhere. Deciding best to stay in the compartment until her Aunt came back, Maggie tried to open the compartment door but found it rather difficult, especially with one of her small bags under her arm.
A boy Maggie’s age saw her and came over to assist Maggie. He opened the door for her. Maggie was slightly lost for words. Not because he had helped her but because of his rather peculiar garments he wore. He wore a very large green shirt, which looked rather silly since he had a rather minuscule and somewhat skinny frame. His trousers were a muddy brown and appeared rather the worse for wear. He wore no footwear, as far as Maggie could see. And upon a messy mop of black hair was a dusty-looking cap. The sort of cap an engineer would wear.
“Need help with your bags, miss?” the boy asked kindly.
Maggie was so agog at his rather shabby appearance she almost didn’t hear his question. Then, she recollected her thoughts and nodded.
“Very well, then,” stated the boy and grasped hold of the bag Maggie was carrying in her other hand. He wandered into Maggie’s compartment as Maggie took the other bag from under her arm and entered. She watched as the boy stared, amazed at the grandness of the compartment. Maggie’s Aunt had been very fortunate with finery indeed. Apparently, she ordered an ensuite compartment with red drapes for the windows and a rather pretty ledge on which to sit upon to look out the window to see the countryside.
The boy placed the small bag down and then smiled at Maggie. She smiled slightly back and the boy withdrew from her compartment. Apparently, he was still in awe. After he exited, Maggie thought it best to introduce herself to the boy. Placing the other bag beside the one the boy brought in, Maggie walked out of her compartment and looked down the hall. She saw other passengers walking down and up it, but no sign of the boy in the large green shirt. A bit glum that she was alone once more, Maggie re-entered her compartment, closing her compartment door and sat on the window ledge. Suddenly, she felt the train move. They were off to Glasgow.
Outside, the train started to move as the conductors closed the doors and the trains whistle sounded. The gears began turning as the train slowly built up momentum as it left the railway station. The steam was whisked away as the train moved along the track and left the station behind.
