wander ~ Chapter 1
Left your mind and most of your consciousness back at home underneath warm blankets; i know that i've fallen asleep on the bus ride in at least twice this semester alone.
Consequences
It took me hours of bus riding to get home. 01:45. these are the consequences. these shining, uncompromising numbers are the consequences. the seconds are ticking away. "no. i don't know." the wolf points at the timer and shrugs.
Repercussions
For the most part, the bus ride had been typical affair carla had been accustomed to. she had taken a seat by herself near the middle, minding her own business as students her own age had a rowdy good time in the back half.
After rain comes sunshine chapter 2
"sure" the bus ride home was quiet. i guessed it was because of what happened earlier. he went off at a well known place. green fields it was called. a place where richer people lived. not soon after i came to my bus stop and went off the bus.
A previous verson of my story idea, please not this is a beta version of my story line written long ago
The bus ride was quiet the two just watched the people piled in and out on thier way to work, vexer tired to joke about the smell of the bus but as the buss got closer and closer to the hospital she only had a ghost of a smile and picked
Highschool, reputation, and the wrong kind of attention (part 1)
It was the first day of high school, the bus ride was fairly short, maybe 10-12 minutes before it arrived at its destination.
Miles and Garreth - Puppy Love - Part 1
I could hear the silent whisperings of classmates as they conversed, not yet having built up enough energy for the boisterous exchanges found on the afternoon bus rides. i looked up and down the rows, trying to find a friend to sit with.
Extra Cream
It was only 15 more minutes until the end of his shift, and then a 15 minute bus ride home, and then 15 seconds of jerking off before he blew his oversized load all over his studio apartment. he was almost there. and then in walked zel.
Travelling: Chapter1
The bus ride home was short, because it was a friday. my stop was the last one, so there was only a few kids left, and we all filed out. i went down the street, and succumbed to my fate.
Beyond the Backline
I hadn't eaten in two day's, because for the past few bus rides home i got mugged, and my mother was too busy drinking to care. better to let her son starve than to run out of vodka. i was in the woods a few miles from my rundown house, in the city.
Self Discovery
The bus rides never seemed long enough with all the things they would talk about and places the old man had seen enthralled their young minds more than any teacher they had. probably because they were not going to be tested on it later.
With The Flow
_'not looking forward to the bus ride.'_ while some workplaces were open 24/7, since practically none were owned by fish, most were only open during the daytime anyway.