It is well known that immortals suffer from issues. Whether it be compounding grief from years of living , or a existential detachment from the world , some end up becoming a fixed point , immature , not caring about anyone but themselves and largely acting out on their own in search of some interesting experience. But the games they play on each other seeing the next thrill are far worse than any the fates can design. Three gods of Olympus sat around the game table. “That's another game of warring families done. No surprises there.” sighed Hera looking over her opponents. Two and a half millennia with these fools. Not a single one had changed. Worse than all that she had lost. Again. How was she supposed to win when butting heads with the embodiment of battle strategy on one side , and the goddess of overprotective girlfriends on the other. Hera did what Hera does best when annoyed , she schemed. Perhaps they needed a new game. Playing with the whims and wishes of morals was all
Train Journey Like No Other (Part 5) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Train Journey Like No Other (Part 5)
Max stirred the next morning, everything seemed silent and cold. His eyes cracked open , sleep will with him as he rubbed a eye and stretched his arm. He moved a little , everything was warm and cosy. Kicking a lone toe out told him it was better to stay in. The air was frigid. Looking to his sides he saw the tall looming bars of his crib. He sighed , only to be cut off by a urgent alert by his bladder , he had drunk a lot last night , and from the bottle beside him , a large quantity of milk. He tensed , his knees bent inward as he looked for something that could help him to the bathroom. The boy looked around pleadingly for some help. Katie
Train Jouney like no other part 4 by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Train Jouney like no other part 4
Max must have fallen asleep or something because when he woke up he wasn't on the floor anymore. He didn't know where he was actually. He was lying on his back , staring up at a white ceiling. The boy sat up and looked around. Surrounding him were varnished wooden bars , about neck height for him, he stood up. Something crackled as he moved , below him was a mattress , very soft and thick with no tension in it , he practically sank into it. It felt rubbery though , like it was coated in cling film. Over it was the standard cotton bedsheets in pale yellow. He went to get up on his knees and saw he had been redressed , his first through was thi
A Train Journy Like No Other (Part 3) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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A Train Journy Like No Other (Part 3)
The place seemed dead but it looked like some sort of gambling room. Three were tables around the room with stools around them, some set for blackjack, some for poker, and few for roulette. At the back was a stage with some classical instruments and to the right , a bar with shelves and shelves of full bottles , definitely an adults socialising area , any kids would kill the mood here if it was in full swing. The pair wandered the room, with a constant feeling of them being watched looming over them. Katie was up at the bar looking at the shelves filled with assorted bottles in all different shapes and sizes. Max stumbled about the room, want
The following day he followed his dusk routine as usual. Only adding in a diaper change when it came to getting dressed. Leaving out the sleeper this time, sticking it into the wash , that should provide at least a little defence if everything went pear-shaped on him. It was raining again today, what was with the weather, at this rate most of the garden plants would drown. He headed to work as usual, keeping the bear with him as he drove through the dusk, keeping note of the twilight as if drifted down and flickered like candle light. He pulled up to the factory and did his usual rush in out of the rain. Getting to the control room he slung t
A Train Journy Like No Other (part 2) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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A Train Journy Like No Other (part 2)
Max gazed out the window, the scenery not changing but the sun starting to dip a little towards the horizon. A lovely red hue was starting to fade into the sky, Max sighed and decided to get up and explore the place , he might as well seeing the other two were preoccupied with their own thing and he was bored out of his mind. He moved across to the end of the table and got up and left the carriage. He went left and followed the way down to the next carriage. There was a bronze plaque beside the sliding door leading to the next cart ‘Dining Carriage’ it read. He shrugged and entered and passed through, it was equally adjourned in d
Night Shift: Powerless by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Night Shift: Powerless
The next night he found the glass bottle in amongst his work clothes. Getting a text ordering him to drink his breakfast and make it down as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be seen out like this but he had no choice, taking his bundle of clothes to his car along with his teddy and bottle he drove back towards the factory for his next night. He had the gag around his neck and suckled the bottle occasionally. The bear sitting motionless beside him in the passenger seat. When he arrived he scooped up the bear and the bottle and headed inside, at least it was dry tonight. He started his shift the normal way heading to the CCTV room. His
Night Shift: Bears, Bondage and Blackmail by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Night Shift: Bears, Bondage and Blackmail
Riley did not look forward to the third night, although he had someone calmed down. What little sleep on the situation had helped. Now he just through of himself as acting stupid, jumping from the dark, what was he a little kid! He must be dreaming to have seen all that strange stuff. Although in the back of his mind a little annoying feeling of uncertainty voiced a tone of concern and caution, maybe he should have listened to the post it notes. The drive there was fine, although once he hit the forest torrential rain hit. He passed a few closed roads, from what he could see through the headlight’s illumination: mud slides and fallen tr
Night Shift : Making maps by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Night Shift : Making maps
The second night was no better in terms of weather, a little lighter so there wasn’t a constant thrumming. Looking over the monitors nothing was out of place, a few things have moved but he assumed that was during the day shift. He was wandering around again. This time taking note of the pattern of the hallways and what they looked like. He had a clipboard and pen and was drawing a map of the place. It was only two floors, the visitors shop and factory floor on the bottom and the offices up top. The halls on the bottom floor were pretty simple, wide with high ceilings with huge rooms filled with machines on either side with wide windows
Night Shift : The First Night by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Night Shift : The First Night
Riley Holy, like the Christmas plant. He had just turned twenty and finished school three years ago. After milling around the place getting bits and pieces of training for completely unrelated jobs he finally nailed a permanent job, and a night shift one, so he wouldn’t have to change his current unemployed sleep pattern of awake till 4am sleep to 1pm. The job was in the small ads of the paper, no one ever looked there for jobs so he got the job no hassle. It was a night guard at some toy factory. He thought tit was going to be pretty easy, he knew why they needed a guard, you needed at least one on, and who was going to rob a toy facto
It is well known that immortals suffer from issues. Whether it be compounding grief from years of living , or a existential detachment from the world , some end up becoming a fixed point , immature , not caring about anyone but themselves and largely acting out on their own in search of some interesting experience. But the games they play on each other seeing the next thrill are far worse than any the fates can design. Three gods of Olympus sat around the game table. “That's another game of warring families done. No surprises there.” sighed Hera looking over her opponents. Two and a half millennia with these fools. Not a single one had changed. Worse than all that she had lost. Again. How was she supposed to win when butting heads with the embodiment of battle strategy on one side , and the goddess of overprotective girlfriends on the other. Hera did what Hera does best when annoyed , she schemed. Perhaps they needed a new game. Playing with the whims and wishes of morals was all
Train Journey Like No Other (Part 5) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Train Journey Like No Other (Part 5)
Max stirred the next morning, everything seemed silent and cold. His eyes cracked open , sleep will with him as he rubbed a eye and stretched his arm. He moved a little , everything was warm and cosy. Kicking a lone toe out told him it was better to stay in. The air was frigid. Looking to his sides he saw the tall looming bars of his crib. He sighed , only to be cut off by a urgent alert by his bladder , he had drunk a lot last night , and from the bottle beside him , a large quantity of milk. He tensed , his knees bent inward as he looked for something that could help him to the bathroom. The boy looked around pleadingly for some help. Katie
Train Jouney like no other part 4 by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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Train Jouney like no other part 4
Max must have fallen asleep or something because when he woke up he wasn't on the floor anymore. He didn't know where he was actually. He was lying on his back , staring up at a white ceiling. The boy sat up and looked around. Surrounding him were varnished wooden bars , about neck height for him, he stood up. Something crackled as he moved , below him was a mattress , very soft and thick with no tension in it , he practically sank into it. It felt rubbery though , like it was coated in cling film. Over it was the standard cotton bedsheets in pale yellow. He went to get up on his knees and saw he had been redressed , his first through was thi
A Train Journy Like No Other (Part 3) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
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A Train Journy Like No Other (Part 3)
The place seemed dead but it looked like some sort of gambling room. Three were tables around the room with stools around them, some set for blackjack, some for poker, and few for roulette. At the back was a stage with some classical instruments and to the right , a bar with shelves and shelves of full bottles , definitely an adults socialising area , any kids would kill the mood here if it was in full swing. The pair wandered the room, with a constant feeling of them being watched looming over them. Katie was up at the bar looking at the shelves filled with assorted bottles in all different shapes and sizes. Max stumbled about the room, want
The following day he followed his dusk routine as usual. Only adding in a diaper change when it came to getting dressed. Leaving out the sleeper this time, sticking it into the wash , that should provide at least a little defence if everything went pear-shaped on him. It was raining again today, what was with the weather, at this rate most of the garden plants would drown. He headed to work as usual, keeping the bear with him as he drove through the dusk, keeping note of the twilight as if drifted down and flickered like candle light. He pulled up to the factory and did his usual rush in out of the rain. Getting to the control room he slung t
A Train Journy Like No Other (part 2) by Rye-The-Plant, literature
Literature
A Train Journy Like No Other (part 2)
Max gazed out the window, the scenery not changing but the sun starting to dip a little towards the horizon. A lovely red hue was starting to fade into the sky, Max sighed and decided to get up and explore the place , he might as well seeing the other two were preoccupied with their own thing and he was bored out of his mind. He moved across to the end of the table and got up and left the carriage. He went left and followed the way down to the next carriage. There was a bronze plaque beside the sliding door leading to the next cart ‘Dining Carriage’ it read. He shrugged and entered and passed through, it was equally adjourned in d
Night Shift: Powerless by Rye-The-Plant, literature
Literature
Night Shift: Powerless
The next night he found the glass bottle in amongst his work clothes. Getting a text ordering him to drink his breakfast and make it down as soon as possible. He didn’t want to be seen out like this but he had no choice, taking his bundle of clothes to his car along with his teddy and bottle he drove back towards the factory for his next night. He had the gag around his neck and suckled the bottle occasionally. The bear sitting motionless beside him in the passenger seat. When he arrived he scooped up the bear and the bottle and headed inside, at least it was dry tonight. He started his shift the normal way heading to the CCTV room. His
Night Shift: Bears, Bondage and Blackmail by Rye-The-Plant, literature
Literature
Night Shift: Bears, Bondage and Blackmail
Riley did not look forward to the third night, although he had someone calmed down. What little sleep on the situation had helped. Now he just through of himself as acting stupid, jumping from the dark, what was he a little kid! He must be dreaming to have seen all that strange stuff. Although in the back of his mind a little annoying feeling of uncertainty voiced a tone of concern and caution, maybe he should have listened to the post it notes. The drive there was fine, although once he hit the forest torrential rain hit. He passed a few closed roads, from what he could see through the headlight’s illumination: mud slides and fallen tr
Night Shift : Making maps by Rye-The-Plant, literature
Literature
Night Shift : Making maps
The second night was no better in terms of weather, a little lighter so there wasn’t a constant thrumming. Looking over the monitors nothing was out of place, a few things have moved but he assumed that was during the day shift. He was wandering around again. This time taking note of the pattern of the hallways and what they looked like. He had a clipboard and pen and was drawing a map of the place. It was only two floors, the visitors shop and factory floor on the bottom and the offices up top. The halls on the bottom floor were pretty simple, wide with high ceilings with huge rooms filled with machines on either side with wide windows
Night Shift : The First Night by Rye-The-Plant, literature
Literature
Night Shift : The First Night
Riley Holy, like the Christmas plant. He had just turned twenty and finished school three years ago. After milling around the place getting bits and pieces of training for completely unrelated jobs he finally nailed a permanent job, and a night shift one, so he wouldn’t have to change his current unemployed sleep pattern of awake till 4am sleep to 1pm. The job was in the small ads of the paper, no one ever looked there for jobs so he got the job no hassle. It was a night guard at some toy factory. He thought tit was going to be pretty easy, he knew why they needed a guard, you needed at least one on, and who was going to rob a toy facto
Hey man sorry to bother but when you gonna post the next part of train journey because I really really ansious to se what gonna happen with the 3 babies heheh !!!
Hey , so found the story but there's an issue with it. I seem to have lost the finished version and can only find an older version. Will get it up when it's done , but really annoying for me.