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Commuting To An Unplanned Future

She reflects on her past and present while heading into an unplanned future.

  “...and in local sports, the Mets and Yankees both dropped road…” Debbie Morris automatically switched off the alarm radio she’d carefully set last night to turn on later than usual and glanced at her wristwatch.  Satisfied she was now, as planned,  exa...

It was a beautiful Saturday in June when I received a call from dispatch. It seems a bus driver had three youngsters on her coach that were a little too young to be on their own. The female driver had called her dispatcher who in turn dispatched me. I was...

Anything Might Happen

Two strangers traveling toward a life-changing meeting in Manhattan.

"What’s dat stuff on your face, mistuh? What is it?" Mark Cahill tried to pretend he was asleep. But the high-pitched young voice was penetrating, and persistent. His day had been filled with an early departure and a long, rough connecting flight that inc...

Musing on a Bus

I had nothing else to do, so I opened up a text editor and typed away.

I fucking hate my poetry. I love it, too. It's so bloody banal. It has been said that poetry reveals what is in your heart... Or was ir your soul? Whatever. My heart must be filled with weird, comic, lovely, shite. It has also been said that poetry is so...

The Wait

An Assigned Write from Creative Writing, written today, eleven sentences, piece by piece...

The bus rolled up and opened its doors like a slug sliming up a leaf. I could walk 25 miles to Seattle before the driver even put on his blinker to alert car drivers he was parking there. There are other days I would complain about this, ranting without e...

Mandy's Failed Escape

The beginning can almost be sung to the tune of Leaving On a Jet Plane...

Her bags are packed, she's ready to go, so she wonders out the door and into the snow. *** The frosty air hits first, and almost instantly she can feel her face is pink with cold, but her feet won't stop moving towards the bus stop--not that she'd stop th...

To Be a Heartbreaker (For the First Time)

This is what it feels like to break someone's heart.

Here I am, sitting on a large bus of high-school students (with a few middle-schoolers thrown in), as we are riding back from a church trip. My heart is heavy, and all I can do is stare out the window at the trees that line this Alabama highway, and think...

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In The Night Bus

Night moves slowly like time.

My flimsy woolen coat did little to protect me from the onslaught of snow. Waiting for the evening bus, I wondered where I could stay the night. I knew that this day would come; it was inevitable. I just did not expect it to happen so soon. Upon arriving...

Thoughts on a Bus

I wonder what everyone on the bus is thinking?

I stand here forever, with traffic zooming by me. I feel like everyone is staring at me, wondering why I'm just standing here, like a lost soul. I don't know what to do with my hands. I try to act like I don't care. I'm cool. I'm above it all. But inside,...