A Screech in the Night
Ch.7 Forget Me Not
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Once the express had cleared the block, the signal dropped and Screech set off with her load. Every few miles they would pull off the mainline into a passing siding to either allow another train to pass, or to pick up more trucks. Slowly slate and stone stretched out in front of her. The train grew from 10 trucks to nearly 40. The crew explained they normally had to make two trips to make all the collections, as the weight was too great for any of their engines. As the train grew, Screech had to work harder to restart the train every time they stopped.
She pulled into Din near 10 o'clock with heavy puffing, and clouds of smoke and steam billowing from her funnel as she climbed through the town to the goods yard. Workmen scattered as she steamed into the yard, grinning from frame to frame with the challenge as she pulled to a stop.
'What about our plan?' The whisper hissed.
Before Screech could respond, she was uncoupled and given a slow goods to Henaint. The whisper tried to ask again, but they were sent further down the line to Coedwig to pick up a load of timber from the mills. She ran the timber down to the Harbor at Uman, before immediately being sent to Dyffryn to collect a train of wool and mutton.
On throughout the day, Screech ran up and down the railway. Fast trains, slow trains, branchlines, the mainline, and everything in between. She only ever stopped long enough for her loads to be coupled and uncoupled, taking on coal and water while her trains were being arranged.
Again and again, the whisper tried to ask what was her, their, plan. But each time she was given a new train before she could answer.
As darkness fell, she left Din with a load of empty trucks, stopping at each station and goods yard to drop some off.
The moon was high in the night by the time she reversed into the Uman sheds, the last engine to arrive. Enid and most of the other engines were asleep, but Abbey was still awake.
"You should be asleep."
"I can't. Not till all the engines are back, I'll have nightmares otherwise."
Screech nodded in acquiesce.
"Eagle was much the same. Now rest while I keep watch."
The express engine frowned, "it's my turn to keep watch, it is your turn to sleep."
"I am unsure if I can sleep. I may very well lack the ability. I certainly don't tire as I used to."
Glastonbury Abbey met her eyes searchingly then nodded slowly. "Very well, but eventually you will need to rest, even if you don't need to sleep."
"But not tonight." Screech flicked a tendril up in front of Abbey's face. The Star's eyes crossed trying to look at it.
"Sleep."
The tendril pressed the express engine lightly on the nose. She stubbornly tried to resist, but couldn't keep her eyes from closing.
Screech smugly smiled, but her good mood was not to last.
'REVENGE,' the whisper hissed, angry at having been ignored throughout the day.
Screech was slammed by images, London, the other railway, the scrapyard, her sisters...
For a moment she was lost in the swirl of images, but with a heave, she threw them from her mind.
"YOU FORGET YOURSELF!" 4702 roared, the sound thundering across the valley.
Next to her Enid jerked awake at the sound, trembling in the sudden cold.
Screech quickly trailed a tendril across her cheek to send her back to sleep, repeating the process with the others just to be sure.
She then turned her attention back to the whisper, glaring into the night. "You have no right." She rumbled angrily.
'Revenge.' It whispered back, chastened, but still upset. It flashed images to her, gently this time, of her day. Of her running throughout the day, laughing and smiling. 'You're forgetting revenge.'
"I haven't forgotten. This is revenge." She could feel the whisper's askance at the assertion.
Screech let out a long sigh, "We can't win. No matter how many of them we kill, they'll just appoint more. And the scrapping won't stop. We can wreak all the havoc we want on people, but the Other Railway won't care. But this... This is something they want. Something we can take from them."
The whisper was quiet for a moment. 'Don't forget revenge.'
Screech smiled, "I promise I won't forget you."
With that promise, the whisper quieted. She settled down to guard the shed for the night.
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Título: Not Others
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Sinopsis: Eun Mi se convirtió en madre soltera cuando era estudiante de secundaria, ella crió sola a su hija Jin Hee. Ahora, Eun Mi tiene 40 años y vive con su hija de 29 años. Eun Mi trabaja como fisioterapeuta y Jin Hee trabaja como oficial de policía en la Subestación de Policía de Namchon. Jin Hee discute con su madre por todo, pero tienen un fuerte vínculo familiar. Un día, un hombre misterioso Jin Hong aparece frente a Eun Mi. Mientras tanto, Jae Won es degradado a la subestación de policía de Namchon y no se lleva nada bien con Jin Hee.
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Deambulamos, pernoctamos, transitamos, procesamos, sin tener mayor énfasis que en los demás. ¿Y que hay sobre tu individualidad? Tu, yo, la importancia del ego y la alta autoestima del ser. En mayor cuantía el hombre, inconscientemente, opta por observar y enfocar sus sentidos en las representaciones abstractas del sin números de nichos culturales que encontramos en la sociedad como método de aprendizaje hipotético y rudimentario. Desarrollamos a simple vista un flujograma para la toma de datos de un experimento que solo tiene cabida en la mente del participante. Experimento unilateral del cual solo hay un ganador, debido a que el júbilo de la iluminación intelectual, recaerá únicamente en el observador. El proceso, a su vez, obtiene el placer de construir mentalmente, una mansión de premisas dignas del caos determinista, la confusión del oscurantismo, la superstición del ajeno, y la insatisfacción del participante.
¿Qué hay más allá? Una serie de inefables palabras que se contrastan con los sonidos del silencio... eterna vacuidad que ronda en las mentes de quienes vagan perdidos en absurdos paradigmas. ¡Abre los ojos! Presta tus oídos a convicciones palpables capaces de construir. Evita radicalmente la violación de los espacios mentales de las personas que te circunden, e intenta inmiscuirte en tus sentimientos, tu ahora, tu yo. De este modo, cultivaras y recogerás un buen sembrado que fortalecerá tu autoconcepto y autoeficacia, para esquivar la vejación de tu supervivencia y la pérdida de un sentido existencial
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