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• Jimmy
  by friartuck

  Jesus… I thought. Just my luck. I get the Special Case.

  I travelled by bus a few times between Canberra and Melbourne. Each time I met people you would never meet on a plane. Interesting people. Different people. Folk who exist a little further toward the ends of the Bell Curve than most. Jimmy I will never forget.

• Today
  by Robert Knapman

  Like my last wet dream / Like the final / Sweet Release

• Flames
  by Siobhan Drew

  It was easier just to point the finger.

  this was just for a creative writing assignment for school – just playing around with ideas.

• STRANGERS ON A BUS
  by Sally Omar

  She waited for the bus / He looked at her / She loved it..didn’t make a fuss / Wearing a long fur / She wondered what he wanted / His face see…

• sex and tragedy on the bus
  by pauldrobertson

  “Uh. I am a mature and responsible man. I own a valance!”

  TAKE THE TIME… i beg the moments from you. i have received more passionate responses than i believed possible for this story and it has won an award and been produced as an amateur play. it makes people laugh LOUD, and it makes many cry. I believe I am more proud of having written this story than of having produced any one of my paintings. i think it fucking rules. paul.

• Capturing the bark at Dog Rocks
  by Darren Stones

  Would a dog even bother to cock its leg against that tree?

  Media, Entertainment & Arts Alliance member. The photo Word count: 311 Photographs: 2 This article and accompanying photographs are for sale. Contact me via e-mail for further details. Words and photographs are © Darren Stones 2007.

• The Bus Ride
  by pinkyjain

  One Of my Travels / 12 April, 1979 i saw Superman on the bus to-day. He was, of course, disguised as Clark …

  Picture here: / http://www.redbubble.com/people/pinkyjain/art/641138-3-superman-rides-the-bus This is a true story. There used to be an older gentleman who looked like an older version of Superman, or Clark Kent, he was probably in his 70’s, i think he used to work at the Sears department store, & i used to see him all the time walking around, & was on the bus he was on one day & he actually had that card

• Mermaids Don't Take The Bus
  by screamqueen

  the bus, the bus, the bus / I ride the bus from there to here / no one cares, I pay to take the bus / oh glorious, glorious / I’ll take the b…

  umm just a little bit of an insanity rant

• FLOWER POWER
  by Sally Omar

  WE WERE THE FLOWER CHILDREN / LOVING EACH OTHER MORE THAN / ANYONE HAD LOVED EACH OTHER BEFORE / EVERYONE WAS WELCOME AT OUR DOOR / WE MARC…

  / DONNA, FLOWER POWER BROUGHT ME DOWN MEMORY LANE / PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FRIEND DONNA’S (hickerson) AMAZING ARTWORK / AND WRITINGS ON RB.

• NIGHT BUS HOME
  by karma monero

  NSFW

• NIGHT BUS HOME PART 2
  by karma monero

  NSFW

• His eye upon Us
  by Thomas Josiah Chappelle

  He cannot but weep at our lack of trust / How it must cause Him great disgust / We horde the things in nature that rusts / And pursue so ma…

  Inspired by Tom Vaughan’s Featured Image, *Eye of the Rock * , May 30th 2008

• A man, a book, and a bus stop
  by reflector

  You didn’t need the bus to take you to the destination in the mind to which / that book safely transported you

  A poem about a stranger that lives in the local area and is a very keen reader and book lover. Comments are very welcome ! Feedback is a great teacher for all of us.

• I Saw Her
  by bribiedamo

  She knew I wanted her

• life can be a trap ......
  by mick8585

  He cfame out of her peripheral vision, almost apologetic in the making.

  some people remain trapped in there own making. Hope remains an intangible thing.

• Boy Whom I Never Knew
  by XtomJames

  Your hands squeezed tightly in a bunch / Grasping the end of your sleeves

• LAST BUS
  by Stephen Jackson

  A vignette, perhaps, from Edward Hopper / Transplanted to an anaesthetic land. / An etherised face, staring and alone, beneath / The incande…

  ‘An Schwager Kronos’ is a poem by Goethe, depicting a defiant plunge into Hell. (It is best-known for its musical setting as a Schubert Lied.) I felt that romantic heroism was apt for life in dear old Hackney (may the place rot in Hell) – how easy it is to be a hero: faced with insurmountable injustice or grand, existential despair. But when your only enemies are the welfare people and the bizarrely-misnamed Sanctuary Housing Association, against whom is there to make a stand? Welcome to life amongst the Tesco shopping trollies at the bottom of the canal. Tell you one thing: it’s bloody quiet.

• Immigrant
  by RosePhotography

  During the day he drives the bus, ridiculed by children and adults alike. He follows the same old route, nothing that changes. / He finall…

• Sleeping Rose
  by Stacey Hatton

  A long stemmed rose / Wrapped in cellophane

  I got off the train and went to the bus stop. There, sitting all by itself on the dark green bench, was a perfect long stemmed red rose. I was really struck by it. Who would leave such a perfect and beautiful thing sitting on a bench. Didn’t it have meaning to them? Was it a gift from someone, or for someone. I didn’t want it to die, so I took it home.

• Hollow Hero
  by Sarah Donoghue

  ...The bus swerved and caught the corner of the red car and rolled on its side, skidded in the wet, right into the telegraph post. It cru…

  Fiction story

• O-Bahn
  by eramophla

  The Torren winds / And unbinds / In the hope that we might find / Thoughts left behind / At dawning And the track / That we take / Hopes tha…

  Anyone who rides the O Bahn busway to work every morning should be able to relate to this one.

• After School
  by Ryan Duclos

  “Ryan’s Mom: Hey Ryan how was the bus ride home?”

  Short Script for all you bus riding public school kiddies like myself.

• Hostile Eyes - Chapter One: Day Break
  by nancyames

  He had a sick sense of certainty that he was doing the world a big favour when he slid out of the blankets to the floor and shot into the…

  This is the first chapter of an updated ‘western’ novel, set in British Columbia in the late 1970’s.

• Settling of Debt
  by Kristine Johnson

  I stared at the ceiling fan as it went round and round and round. Feeling dizzy, I slowly looked back towards the front of the classr…