So we had a writing assignment that involved analysis and blah blah blah Anyways, I usually type the whole paper first and then format it later. So I typed about half of my short story (creative writing assignment) and decided to format it. The story had to be at least two pages long, well even though I was halfway through the story, I only had one line left and I met the requirement, so check out this ending... WARNING, I AM POSTING THE WHOLE STORY FOR ANY WHO WANT THE FULL EFFECT OF THE ENDING, INCOMING TEXT WALL: It was a warm summer night in northern Florida, a regular occurrence in that region. Three friends had just retired from an evening of fellowship and were driving back home. The driver, Joseph was becoming irritable as he was running low on fuel and was ready to get home. His mood was further dampened by the Rowdy attitude of his passengers, Thomas and Harold. As the trio started to near home, Joseph slammed on the brakes in a series of twitches and profanities. “Not another train!” he yelled, “The last one took almost seven minutes to pass!” Still eager for more entertainment, Thomas and Harold were still in good spirits. They would give anything for just a little bit more entertainment. Unfortunately, this came at Joseph’s expense. “Cheer up Joe!” Thomas mocked, “Yeah I’m sure you have enough gas for this one too!” chimed Harold. Joseph immediately shut off the car to conserve fuel. As the murmur of the engine halted, so too did all conversation. After a few minutes of stillness, all the passengers in the car marveled at the freight train still passing by. The more they stared, the slower the train appeared to move. The monotonous clacking of steel-wheels on century old rivets became a metronome to the symphony of silence that now filled the vehicle. A few more minutes pass this way when finally Harold feels compelled to end the coma the night has slipped into. “Bro!” he exclaimed taking all, including himself, by surprise, “This train is NEVER going to pass. I mean look how slow it is! I could literally walk up to it and jump on!” Harold was not about to let the silence rule the car again, so he continued his stream of consciousness “I mean that cannot be safe… Anyone could just waltz up there, hop on the car, take what he wanted and leave at the next stop! I cannot stand this anymore, I am not about to let the locomotive of boredom ruin this perfect night!” His words were picking up speed as his stream of consciousness widened into a river, “I could do it…. WE, could do it.” His words became unsteady; uncertain of weather he was convincing them or himself. “And what exactly could we do, Harold? What are you babbling about?” Joseph snapped. “We could jump on the train.” “And leave my car here? For anyone to take? You are truly out of your mind.” “Of course not, Thomas and I will go, when the train stops, or at least slows down enough, we will exit and call you to come pick us up!” fully convinced of his plan, Harold looked giddy. “Anything to get out of here, I cannot take any more of this car ride…” Thomas replied. “This might be the worst idea you have ever had, but if you are going to do it go now, the train has been here for almost eleven minutes, there cannot be much left…” Finally building up the courage to actually go through with his plan, Harold exited the vehicle, followed quickly by Thomas. The walked confidently to the tracks, sizing up the iron horse they were about to mount. Harold reached out to grab a pole and attempt to jump on, but quickly pulled away when he saw Thomas was a few feet behind him. “Come on man, it will be fun!” Reassured, Thomas stepped up to the tracks with Harold. “On three…” they agreed. “1…” The train passed and they returned to their car. The end. btw. this was written in 10 minutes and the names were chose at random from a 1920's census O_o