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rank 5469
word count 15058
date submitted 12.10.2009
date updated 05.11.2009
genres: Fiction, Thriller
classification: moderate
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The Train

S J Stevens

Retracing her father’s last steps, Emma searches for the mystery of her heritage. The train tells of death, abandonment and ultimately, awakening.

 

What held Emma to the world she inhabited? Her mother was dead, her relationships a failure. The frail structure of her conformity disintegrating until she was left with the unshaped skeleton of a person she no longer knew. As her identity becomes more confused, she decides to seek answers to how she came into existence; something she feels will provide her with the foundation of her real personality. Will making her father’s last journey before his death give her stability on which she can build a future, or will the insanity and death she discovers, expose her own lurking madness?

 
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Isoje David wrote 5 days ago

take six stars

Wilma1 wrote 805 days ago

I found your first chapter a wee bit heavy going but by chapter three I had got into your writing style. I feel for Emma and hope that further on she gets her answers. Nice premise.

Hope you enjoy, Knowing Liam Riley
Sue Mackender

Nick Poole2 wrote 822 days ago

ARISE, AUTHONOMY GHOST!

Ease those weary, withered limbs from your coffin. Push away the stone from the mouth of the tomb.

You have one last task to perform. One last, sacred shelf to confer.

Whether you were plugger, spammer, gusher or troll, whether you flirted or fought in the forum or beavered away in the shadows, now is the time for your resurrection.

One last time. Marshall your strength, muster the last vestiges of your power and carry out your final Authonomy act:

Back my book, MIRROR IN THE SKY.

Then, only then, you may rest easy in your Authonomy grave.

Nick Poole2 (formerly known as NickP)

heatherjacobs wrote 937 days ago

Hi SJ,
Who could fail to be charmed by this with sentences like, “My mother could hear angels. She would tell me about them often and for a while I told her it was just that humming noise that ears make when they are not busy.”
Backed!
Cheers,
Heather
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TheLoriC wrote 947 days ago

With polish and editing, this will unfold into something very special. The story is fabulous and beautiful, the style is just grand. Your descriptions are just perfect and this is on my shelf for its great promise.

L. Anne Carrington, "The Cruiserweight"

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