"Knocking Down the Fares"
A friend of mine (here on sofurry, as well), mitch marmel, is a trolley-car fanatic, so i wrote this story to amuse him.
Trolley Hangover
"it's your trolley," was evelyn's response. "it's not my trolley. it's a trolley, and all trolleys have brakes ... i just need to know how to stop it when we get there." "voice command, presumably.
The Trolley Problem
_December 25, 2084 - French countryside_ Winter is a beautiful season, though it does entail a certain sense of melancholy. In the French countryside, a comfortable distance away from the bustling, effluent cities of Paris and Nice, winter brings with...
Rivers of Suggestion
The call of the trolley. the feral, bell-like sound ... of a guard trolley on patrol. on the prowl. and how ... oh, how it hunted. with merciless glee. "beware the trolley," was written on the brick wall of the library. near the alley.
Love Checks In, Trips a Wire
"now, let's get aboard that trolley and tell it to ... break itself," was the bat's decree, as she stepped up to the door of the trolley. "there's no handle," said field. "trolley," adelaide whispered. "open." chirrup! creak!
4. Waiting for the Bus
You dash back to get your guest and start pushing the trolley again faster and faster.
Two-Step Revival
And the guard trolleys will get you. you're mated. i can smell it. that's illegal, bat. do you wanna die for that? cause the trolleys will make it happen. what i want out of this ... is my business.
Doctor Trolley's Problem
My voice was a soft growl as i stole more pleasure from my sick friend, "pastor kent, the black bear...pronounced us doctor karl and edward trolley."
Doctor Trolley's Problem
My voice was a soft growl as i stole more pleasure from my sick friend, "pastor kent, the black bear...pronounced us doctor karl and edward trolley."
Delicately Around the Room
But that would mean, at the very least ... two or three trolley-free days. and during such a time? the rebellion's time to shine. without the trolleys, what was keeping them?
A Letter Home
It took a couple trolleys to get to the island, but the entire area is full of factories, lumber mills and warehouses.
Terminal Love - Short Story
I reached down, scooping her up in my arms before softly laying her down on the trolley, slouching over the trolley, wrapping my bag in her whisky tail to keep it on the trolley. with a giggle, i softly began wheeling her out of the terminal.