Chapter 5-The Countdown How one could wake up to the last day of their life and feel completely serene perplexed Zoe. She had been laying awake for the past half an hour watching her alarm clock. That alone was an interesting event to her. Each tick of the minute, each change of the digit, was a like a slow countdown to her final moment on Earth. Watching...
"Do you remember your first time?" Margie asked me. I choked as I tried to swallow a mouthful of sweet milk and look up from her heavy dark nippled breast. Her milk dribbled down my chin as I asked her "My first time, or ours?" "Yours. Tell me about the first time you had sex with a girl." "You pick the damndest times to ask questions. I was busy, ya know...
The bus is full of passengers and I sit near the front so I can watch the driver. Her name tag says her name is "Jenny". We drive along for awhile before the bus comes to a halt. Jenny says, "Oh no" and gets off. We all watch her inspect the tires and frown. She comes back onto the bus and says, "We've got a flat. I'll have to call the repair truck." I stan...
I don't travel by bus very often as I prefer the comfort and convenience of my car. However last week I found it easier to go into Central London by bus. It was getting towards rush hour in the evening and so the bus was very busy. Luckily I got myself a seat halfway up the bus on the aisle and was grateful. A little about myself first – I am a mature male,...
I could feel the rhythmic vibrations of the bus wheels as they drove over the cracks and imperfections in the road. I had been in the bus for nearly five hours, and I had a good ten hours to go. It was my 18th birthday, and I was finally headed home after a semester at private school. The bus was about half filled with people, most of whom had gotten on befo...
My fiancée and I set out early Monday morning to catch our 9am greyhound bus. We were heading down from Canada to the United States for a week long visit at my folk's house in Atlanta, Georgia. The bus ride was 28 hour long but plane tickets were simply to expensive so we grabbed our bags and vowed to make the most of the trip. John told me he wanted to ma...
Carla sighed, twirling a strand of dark brown hair around her finger. The only thing worse than waiting for a bus, was waiting for the last one of the night. It always came an hour after the second to last one and there were no restaurants or stores around in which to kill time. All you could do was sit. There were other things...at least Carla had Dan with...
Gaborone, Botswana I am reporting to you from Gaborone, Botswana. Many of the cities including Pretoria have been taken over and are now in control by the Russian/Chinese coalition. Many of the people fought back against the invaders and were easily killed. The soldiers left the bodies in the streets as an example. With the borders secured, no traffic can...
As I looked at my phone, I blurted to myself, "Oh no! I will have just enough time to make it but I will have no time to spare!" I was desperate to get into the city to attend a second work meeting of the day and I had to take the next bus without exception. It was a 90 minute drive and barring any complications, I would be able to shuffle into the Los Ange...
Another old, found story. I have reversed the gender of the two characters and of course as always placed it in England. *** Clive's footfall's echoed off the buildings on either side of the street as he walked toward the corner to catch the bus. The pools of light made by the street lighting seemed to beckoned him like beacons home. His tired feet got him...