The Honey Bus Novels & Stories

This was great Dede is unknowingly helping me make Shelly seem like the asshole here. At that moment Mrs. Spooner pulled around with the party bus. I must say it was an eye sore. It was the most hideous and flashy party bus i had ever seen. It had half naked men and woman on it, and it had orange and red lightning bolts all over it. On top of all that in gigantic Hot pink letters it said," HONK IF YOU ARE HORNY". Ruby looked like she was going to be sick. She looked as though she wanted to just lay down and die right where she was standing.

I give him a few seconds to remember, but it's unneeded. "Awe, Jenny. How are you darling?" He chimes at me, "What can I do for you?" He asks. "I'm fine, thanks. I have a young couple trying to get home to Hopster. Is there any chance you have a coach going that way anytime soon with two spare seats?" "Hopster, hu? That's a fair way. Funny enough, I'm actually driving the late bus tonight that's going to Timmington, which is the town just before it. If that helps?" He says,

Metallica, at hearing-loss-inducing levels, plows out from the bus. "Holy shit," Huxley says taking a step back as the bus approaches, throwing up small rocks on the road in our direction. The bus whizzes by, blowing my hair in the air stream it creates. At least there are no children on the bus as the driver calmly waves as he passes. Huxley shakes his head, and the bus turns out of the lot. "What the hell is wrong with people from Maine?" ... "What you want me to do?" Huxley sits on my bed catching the random pieces of clothing when I toss them at him from my closet. Tabitha and Ridge are having a cookout today to make an important announcement and she said we absolutely had to be there.

I had no intention of wasting more energy on this circus. As I left the station, I overheard Sasha complaining about needing to recover with some creme brulee and rest. Without hesitation, Emery helped her into his car and drove off. Their own children lay on the brink of death in the hospital, and yet they were prioritizing their dessert and comfort. I could not help but scoff at how blinded Emery was to the woman by his side. When I arrived at the hospital, my heart clenched as I stared at Luna and Liam in the intensive care unit. They looked so small and vulnerable.

“F-five minutes? You’ve got to be kidding.” “Exactly. Five minutes isn’t even enough to learn each other’s names. How could they possibly start hooking up the moment they got on the bus?” “Yeah, the bus has been running for way more than five minutes. Did they really hit it off the second they got on? What a load of nonsense.” The passengers in the bus started chattering away. The young guy was so shocked he could not close his mouth. He actually grabbed my hand and asked me, “Oh man! How did you do that? You’ve got to show me that move.”

The bus begins to move. I sniff, only then realizing that my eyes are misty. I try to blink back the tears, but a single drop rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly, before Bibah or anyone notices. I feel ridiculous. Five hours. I sigh and pull out my phone, opening a Spotify playlist and plugging in my tangled earphones. An Oliver Nelson remix of Greek Tragedy by The Wombats begins playing as we pull out of the large, black double gates of Acadia Academy. The air in the bus is cool, everyone’s collective anticipation and excitement almost a palpable presence.

Sure enough, as he had just said, few cars were on this path. “You just said you are familiar with Hadale, didn’t you?” Cristofer asked. “Yes, my nickname is Hadale Map! You name wherever you want to go, and I can tell you where it is.” Hearing this, Cristofer hesitated for a moment and asked, “Do you know where the big blossoming tree full of pinky-white flowers is in Hadale?” The driver thought for a while and asked, “Pinky-white flowers? Are they Cherry blossoms or peach blossoms?”

The first bus had my friends essentially, the ones who'd been picked up at Chen's, including most of the poker group. The second bus was the one who'd picked up the people at the mall, who's driver was as goggle eyed as the first. It included Lisa's and Julia's parents, Mistress Dark and slaves, Sharon and Phil, Gwen and Sherman and Wendy, Rhonda's sister. My workers except for the slaves and Shasta were also on the second bus. Jerry was in his own car behind the second bus with Reneé. Mistress Dark told Rose and Slut to strip down as soon as they stepped off the bus, seeing the lay of the land and liking what she saw. As soon as the busses disgorged, Brianna asked for and received everyone'

But, for the team-spirit, we'll stomach one less resting day. After eating and the general crowd is starting to move toward the parking lot near the front of CCMS, we get up and get ready to go. There are a handful of buses parked around, and there's no clear indication of where people are supposed to sit, so I go to one with everyone to a bus in particular that's not pre-emptively selected but has us randomly gravitating toward. Getting in, we go about halfway down and sit down. I share a seat with Leonard, naturally, and Hala also sits with us. Morgan with Keito and and Tula are across the aisle from us, while behind is Machiv, sandwiched by the twins. On the other side of those three are

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?