Writing

Busses...

A Chapter by Silent Wolf

11/24/13 - 11/25/13

Words

A Poem by Johanna

I´ve been having a writersblock for a while now.. the words just wouldn´t fall right.. so I wrote this.

Haiku #4

A Poem by Jared Michael Smith

the little girl sits in the very last bus seat looking back to home

Playlists

A Story by Madison

This piece has always been in the back of my mind. I mainly wrote it just so I would feel better about not having it playing in my head over and over.

South Bound 10:15

A Story by Benjamin

-Tuesday: September 18th, 2012 10:19pm- John Henry watches a man in his bus window. The callus face does not seem to mind his int..

Stranger on a Bus

A Poem by Maddi Snowden

Someone on an empty bus once asked mewhat my favorite color was.I think they were trying to startsmall talk but all I could thinkabout was every night..

The Circle Line

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I’d driven a bus for thirty years At least, for more than a spell, But now I was getting on a bit And I wasn’t feeling we..

Cold fingers

A Poem by Destiny S.

Cold fingers,fumbling for a bus ticket.A reddened leaf,laying among cigarettes.The ash-like sky,heavy on thin shoulders.Whilst brutal fall,knocking on..

Soothe

A Poem by Destiny S.

I love to sit in a busand watch as the panoramaof houses, fields and fellow carssteadily flows by.Hear the loud chattermeaningless enough to ignoreand..

accident

A Story by Woody

it could've been worse. a lot worse.

Topsy Turvy

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

Samantha worked in the Take-away Right next to the Coalpit Mine, With a cheery smile for everyone Til the day that her eyes went blin..

Akela Amador

A Story by taali

Based on a character from Agents of SHIELD season 1 episode 4- Akela Amador. This is what I think her back story could be. I needed to write this f..

Window of time..

A Poem by The Quill

A trial of looking out of window of bus and peeping into time,,

Pensées d’un Père

A Story by smithab96

A short exercise in utilizing T.S. Eliot's objective correlative.

First Drafts of August

A Book by Nancy Huang

Every day on the bus I want to write at least one composition in the hour I get between home and second-home.

Yellow Bus 170

A Poem by David_Wayne_B777

A song about the horrors of school when I was a kid.

Boy Looks at Girl

A Poem by Anne Goldmann

I saw a boy see a girl today.He was getting off the bus.He glanced at her and thenglanced again.His face remained the same but his eyessparkled.He was..