Pebble Beach
There were concerned yells around the bus as wilson pressed his nose to the glass, and watched carl lean down and pick up the toy-sized bus in one hand carefully, lifting it up to look at everyone. "hey," he rumbled.
The Haunted Pants
Then a low murmuring began to fill the bus, quiet at first, barely audible over the roar of the bus's engine, but then steadily grew louder and louder until it seemed the bus was full of people. "hehe, wow, what a fag," one of the voices jeered.
Dipper Pines: The Love Of Infinity
The ride back home is sad, but glories await dipper and mabel were at the bus.
Side Chapter 1: From Mother's and Team's Sight
The next seven minutes another bus is coming and this time sarah ride on that bus leaving only the last lady to ride on her designated bus.
Chapter 04
Sigfried would nod as just walk to follow to the that where getting on a bus. sigfried would catch up to here the bus driver complaining. "no nudists on my bus!" "we're not fucking nudists!"
Not So Retired Any More XXV
Rene heard the bus before he smelled it, and smelled it before he saw it.
Public Wetting
She had to though: she'd put herself in that situation and there would be hell to pay if she let her bladder go on the bus.
The Story Of The Darkness Chapter 1 ~ The Shadowy Figure
Stop,and waits for the bus as i see a tall black hooded figure with bone hands,and then i rub my eyes as the shadowy figure is gone an the bus pulls up an opens the door as i hear teenagers talking an laughing as i go all the way to the back of the bus where
Wrong/Right Feelings prologue
A rather small coyote walked into the bus, he was the last one for this bus.
Almost
I almost caught up to the school bus, or at least catching the driver's attention. why does the bus stop have to be behind the corner? without the school bus, it meant walking. not that the school is far, the school bus is just more convenient.
ANGEL GOOD BYE!
They bus stops causing demon to catch angel who had nearly fell to the floor. "forest merala" the bus driver yelled. demon scoops angel up before she could protest and gives the bus driver some money to have him stay a few minutes.
They call it the present
Something from my blog i want to share here. http://howlingwolf79.blogspot.com/ i remember riding the bus late one night from my job and the only other entity on the bus besides the driver, was a faded past.