What I thought was going to be a little bit of innocent groping on the bus turned out to be much more. But then you never know when these magical moments might arrive, so you must act on every one as if it might turn into something extraordinary. I was on the number 5 bus, heading home from work. The number 5 is always crowded at that time of day. Business...
I was bored. I'd been riding this stupid bus for fourteen hours. I wasn't even sure where we were, somewhere in Ohio, maybe. I looked out the window, but it was still pretty dark outside and I couldn't see much, a couple of lights in the distance, that's it. I dug my sneak-a-toke and my lighter out of my duffle bag and ducked into the tiny bathroom across th...
On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus. The bus driver was about to close the door and pull away when one last passenger stumbled up the steps and held out a ticket. Grabbing the ticket the driver tore off one of the stu...
The day was hot and stifling and it didn't help that this was one of the hottest summers on record. Izzys office had aircon but it hadn't stopped her feeling hot even though she was wearing a skimpy, free flowing summer dress. It was dark blue with small white dots, it had been a reasonably cheap buy but Izzy loved it. This was the sort of dress that could w...
I met up with some friends for a girl's night out; we had a few drinks, laughed and shared quite a few interesting stories. The weather outside at 2 a.m. was dreadful, a typical summer thunderstorm in Houston. I thought to myself as I boarded the bus, I was glad I did not have to drive an hour and a half in this weather. The bus was warm from the heat and hu...
The shirt loosened around her neck in an instant. She had just popped a button to the top of her blouse. It made her feel better and much more relaxed, this small action though was about to trigger many more that she would soon regret. Ashley was a college student. She lived on the far end of town and took the bus to get everywhere. She had grown use to goi...
I headed to the bus stop hoping to catch the last bus of the evening. My car was in the garage and the bus wasn't my usual mode of transport, especially not the night bus which tended to have party goers, tramps and drunks on it. I reached the bus stop on the edge of the estate. It was a metal structure with green peeling paint and glass windows on the front...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of an entry in the February 2020 750 Word Anthology. I'm keeping within the spirit of the original challenge of writing flash fiction, but without the absolute constraint of 750 words. Nevertheless, this is short. If you're unwilling to engage with story-telling on this basis, please back-click now and find another ta...
As Adam steps off the school bus, he notices something feels different about him, but he can't place the feeling. Once off, he eyes himself up and down as best he can without a mirror, finding nothing on him. He walks towards his house and realizes after a few steps something is very wrong. He stops to think about it, and still sees there's nothing wrong, so...
On a recent trip to Europe, my husband and I checked into a small, boutique hotel, which was really cute and located right downtown in the old city. Basically, it was nothing more than a bed, a dresser and a bathroom, which was fine, because it is Europe and that is to be expected. We checked the room for towels, soap, etc. and made sure the view was accept...