Never Ending Story

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How it works: I will post 2-3 sentences to start a story. The next post should be no more than 2-3 sentences to add to the story. Each additional post can add and take the story in a different direction, all I ask is that it flows with the previous post.

Example:

Opening Post: Karen stood straight, chin pushed upward as she stared defiantly at the clerk in front of her. "I would like to see your manager." She demanded, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as all the blood rushed to her face in her moment of sheer anger.

Next Post: The clerk stood, unmoving as this goblin of a woman felt it necessary to get so angry over something as small as a five cent discount. His palms planted on the counter as he stared back at her. "I am the manager."

Another Post: Suddenly, three more clerks appeared from different areas of the store. "We are all managers." They spoke in unison while closing in on Karen.

Get it? Pretty simple. Let's play!

Actual Opening Post: (This starts the never ending story)

It was well into the morning by the time Jane reached the train station. Quickly, she pushed her way through the crowds of people and down the stairs. She prayed she didn't miss her train.
 
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She quickly and quietly made her way to a row of empty seats. She slid down the seat and looked over the top of the seat in front. She let a gasp as there was movement beside her.
 
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"Well." Said the ancient man as he coughed for a moment and cleared his throat. "We are all prisoners here. All of us. Even you. Forever riding on this train..."
 
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The woman swallowed as a feeling of dread continued to build inside her. She had so many questions.

"So this is," her voice came weak and slow, "... punishment, for something?"
 
The girl looked down a moment. Shocked. Scared. She looked up at the ancient man.

"But. I've done nothing to deserve punishment. I- I've tried to do right. I- HAVE done right. I shouldn't be here."
 
Jane could have rolled her eyes had she not been paralyzed with the sinking hopelessness she felt.

"Right," she mumbled, and looked around. And noticed something else that was odd about this train:
 
Hallucinations? Her mind frantically started to sift through the events leading to her stepping on that train. Why did I need to catch that train to begin with," Jane thought to herself.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" Her tone was calmer than she felt as she asked her question, but deep down she knew the answer.
 
No, she was here for a reason. It was like the train was chewing up her memories, and spewing them back out at her, to make her forget. She needed something to keep her thoughts from wandering- counting always worked.