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Continuum - a Thursday Prompt train story
After I finish a piece, I am always amazed t where it has gone, all of its own accord.
Enjoy...
V.
Enjoy...
V.
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Very nice story. I love how you created the setting within the narrative itself, with no need for exposition. That's creative writing.
I like the idea of each continuum setting into place as they pass, and also how a train whistle can overlap from one to the other. I've lived all my life near a very busy railroad junction, and train sounds can sometimes bring on what-if and why-not thoughts, setting off a whole new round of imaginary continuums.
I like the idea of each continuum setting into place as they pass, and also how a train whistle can overlap from one to the other. I've lived all my life near a very busy railroad junction, and train sounds can sometimes bring on what-if and why-not thoughts, setting off a whole new round of imaginary continuums.
This was really well written. It reminded me of what someone had said of the Big Boy while he was being restored. At the end, when you said that people could hear the whistle of the locomotive in the wind, it reminded me of when I was younger, I would tell my parents that at times I could hear a faint whistle of a steam locomotive, and these were from locomotives that have been left to history to tell it's tale. When I finished the story, I remembered the time I spent with a steam locomotive. The spray of steam the faint chuffing sound as it pulled in for the night. The whine of the steam generator heard from my hotel. The ground shaking as it thundered by. The whistle could be heard bouncing of the hill side. As it left town, Ed Dickens blew the whistle one last time, all bowing to the his majesty. The king of steam, has returned.
To the author: thank you for bringing back these memories. It made my grand parents jealous for not going and seeing this steam locomotive with us. I wish there was more stories about steam locomotives, because it is rare that we ever get to see one in real life
I found two, that can connect to this story.
Credit to Roman Hillard
They told him for years he was no good.
They told him for years he was old news.
They told him for years it wasn't possible.
They told him for years he wouldn't feel the wind.
But he proved them wrong.
He sang his song.
His voice is heard through Cheyenne.
His belly is warm, Big Boy is alive.
Here is the other one.
As you may have heard, one big boys fire didn't die... If may have faltured, burned low. But it was there. There for sixty years, it was there. There on a small section of track in Pomona California. There in the fairgrounds. There in the railgiants museum. There in the 4014. Though his stack was silent, his firebox was cold. A small flame burned. It burned through the years, increasing in intensity. It burned so brightly, that in 2013 the mighty Big Boy caught the eye of his Alma mater. The Union Pacific, saw this flame, and decided to intensify it. Over the it's 6 year restoration, the flame grew, it grew to the point of combustion. Fueled by oil, the flame roared to life. the belly of the mighty locomotive was being warmed. Steam rose as the Big Boy drew his breath again. On one momentous day, the sound of steam railroading was heard. The voice only a Big Boy could make. The throaty call of a baritone whistle filled the air in Cheyenne. The mighty monstrous locomotive was alive. The king of steam was alive again. I wasn't able to remember who it was that posted this, but this what I remember from the post.
To the author: thank you for bringing back these memories. It made my grand parents jealous for not going and seeing this steam locomotive with us. I wish there was more stories about steam locomotives, because it is rare that we ever get to see one in real life
I found two, that can connect to this story.
Credit to Roman Hillard
They told him for years he was no good.
They told him for years he was old news.
They told him for years it wasn't possible.
They told him for years he wouldn't feel the wind.
But he proved them wrong.
He sang his song.
His voice is heard through Cheyenne.
His belly is warm, Big Boy is alive.
Here is the other one.
As you may have heard, one big boys fire didn't die... If may have faltured, burned low. But it was there. There for sixty years, it was there. There on a small section of track in Pomona California. There in the fairgrounds. There in the railgiants museum. There in the 4014. Though his stack was silent, his firebox was cold. A small flame burned. It burned through the years, increasing in intensity. It burned so brightly, that in 2013 the mighty Big Boy caught the eye of his Alma mater. The Union Pacific, saw this flame, and decided to intensify it. Over the it's 6 year restoration, the flame grew, it grew to the point of combustion. Fueled by oil, the flame roared to life. the belly of the mighty locomotive was being warmed. Steam rose as the Big Boy drew his breath again. On one momentous day, the sound of steam railroading was heard. The voice only a Big Boy could make. The throaty call of a baritone whistle filled the air in Cheyenne. The mighty monstrous locomotive was alive. The king of steam was alive again. I wasn't able to remember who it was that posted this, but this what I remember from the post.
Years ago, we took our children to the Gold Coast Railroad Museum (Miami) and I found myself speaking with a man who said one of the large engines was being restored specifically because it could work the mountains with no problem at all. I'm wondering now if this was the Big Boy you speak of.
I am very glad you liked the story. I grew up with trains. My home town, which I still think of fondly, was a small industrial town established on the rail juncture of three railroads. Two were standard gauge and one was a narrow gauge running on some of the same track but with a third rail reducing the size. At one time, our little town produced the 'Climax' engine which was a geared mule type used more for logging and such.
One of my first memories - my grandmother was pushing me in a stroller and a passenger train was waiting at the small station. The conductor was standing on the back of the last car. I waved to him, and he waved back.
Happy New Year El... you began my year on a very good note.
Vixyy
I am very glad you liked the story. I grew up with trains. My home town, which I still think of fondly, was a small industrial town established on the rail juncture of three railroads. Two were standard gauge and one was a narrow gauge running on some of the same track but with a third rail reducing the size. At one time, our little town produced the 'Climax' engine which was a geared mule type used more for logging and such.
One of my first memories - my grandmother was pushing me in a stroller and a passenger train was waiting at the small station. The conductor was standing on the back of the last car. I waved to him, and he waved back.
Happy New Year El... you began my year on a very good note.
Vixyy
I looked through my entire gallery, and this is the only other train story: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/6078289/
the future is the future and you just never know...
V.
the future is the future and you just never know...
V.
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