This is my story. It's called "The Train". It's not finished. Advice is welcome.

He skipped on to the train, his bulgeing backpack bouncing upon his back. I was a small grey pack, stretched with years of use. His parents had given it to him. The car was full, so he stood. Turning around, he gazed at the platform as it slowly drifted by. A lone pigion stood in the center. It was gnawing at a dieing worm which had been drawn out by the rain earlier.
It was a sunny day.
A variety of people shared the train with him. Some slept, some looked out the window and a few smiled. Some cried, and many more held back tears of sadness and joy. A few talked, a few laughed, and a few remained quiet, stareing out the window. One young boy to his right just studyed the the interior of the train, which was quite interesting. Below and beside the large windows there were great murals of times long ago. They were quite interesting. Two girls, who sat in the front, just watched and commented on everyone else in the train. No one looked each other in the eye.
They all carried packs of some kind and size. This is except for one.
He looked at their packs. There were backpacks, purses, napsacks and waist-belts. Some looked quite full he thought, while others empty. This except for the one in the back of the train.
He kept looking at the back of the train.
Now, this indivudual in back of the train, they were naked. It started to rain. His eyes darted from the back to the front of the train and back again. And back again.
It was raining now, and the train started to accend a great mountain.
He walked to the back of the train. They were talking. It was raining.
"Why not take of your bag, for it is empty?"
"But what if I need it again?" she answered.
"Why would you ever need a pack ? What would you want to carry?"
"No", she wispered in quiet defiance, "I do not dare part with it in case I need it again." They turned away from each other, saying no more. She walked away, her bag flapping beside her. From it she pulled a tissue to whipe the stream of tears flowing from her eyes. She did not look back. She would leave at the next stop.
The sun poked through the clouds, only to be covered again
"Why did she cry, why did you make her cry," the boy asked.
"I showed her the truth, and she saw it."
"Why would she cry after seeing the truth. Isn't that the dream of all men, to see the truth, to know why and how?" He was quite puzzled.
The train finished its accent and began a slow decent into a sunny valley.
"It is not something that I can describe easly."
Slowly the train came to a stop at an abandoned station at the beginning of the vally.
"Well, could you try...?"
"I am leaving here. If you come with me, I will explain the best I can."
The doors opened. A strong, wet wind drifted into the car. Breathing in the metalic air, he became scared. Looking beyond the empty platform, he could see a deep forest. There was little undergrowth under it's massive trees. From their top came many a hoot and hollers, like there was a party in the canopy. A flock of colorful birds flew by, wistling and singing. The naked one sang along.
"I'd show you the stars, and the meaning of life. But they'd lock me away, but I would be alright, I'm just uptight."
The door shut.
The train moved on.
He sat down in an empty seat, tears dripping down his mouth into his awkward smile.
Looking back, he could not see the station, which had faded into the background. Even the forest, which up close had been so grand and large, was now just a small oasis. It seemed like a mirage, and figmant of imagination.
The train was now surrounded by herds of grazing animals. Zebra, bison, gazzel and many others grazed the fields. They moved digently about, staying tightly packed in their own distinct groups.
The sun was directly above now, and the train refused to cast a shadow onto anything. All was visable.
The city neared.