The Wayward Bus Novels & Stories

don't leave me ' After running for about ten minutes, Bishu turned around and said, 'They are not coming. Anushka couldn't believe looking back and seeing the deserted tea garden. He said to take a breath, 'can't say. Elephants are very intelligent. Maybe coming from another road. ' Bishu looked around and said, 'Elephants can't run lying down. It could be seen on the top of the tea tree. And then the boy came panting to them. 'I can't anymore. '

Ethan’s biggest mistake wasn't the taser or the isolation; it was forgetting that a critic spends her entire life watching for the smallest crack in the performance. The bus was moving at a high speed now, likely headed toward a private terminal or a secluded estate outside the Florida line. I crawled toward the floorboards, pressing my ear against the carpet to listen to the sounds of the road. I needed to know our direction, but more importantly, I needed to know who was left on the bus with me. I could hear the muffled voices of the two fixers in the front lounge. They weren't talkative. They were professionals, hired to keep the "cargo" contained until further notice.

Sean saw him pat his pockets and snort, and volunteered to go grab it. That was when the bus swerved sharply, wheels screeching, throwing everybody to the side. Then they heard the first impact that pushed the bus skidding to the other side. Another hit against the rear bumper and the bus started spinning. Another hit, a big truck that bashed the whole side of the bus. Another hit and the bus seemed to crack open like a frigging nut as it fell on the opposite side, still ramming down the highway.

She shoved it deeper into her bag. “Where’s this bus even go?” Eli asked, studying the faded schedule taped to the wall. “Doesn’t matter.” Ava leaned against the bench. “As long as it’s away.” He looked at her like he wanted to argue again, but then he sighed. “Okay. You’re the boss, psychic.” She almost smiled, but it didn’t last. The loudspeaker crackled. Bus 412 departing in five minutes. Eli grabbed her hand. “That one?”

They cut down their usual route—past the cornershop with the surly cat, the park with three trees valiantly pretending to be a forest, the bus stop at the end of the block. A bus pulled up as they approached. Old reflex made Willa’s shoulders tense. She watched the passengers get off—an older woman with too many shopping bags, a kid with headphones, a guy in a suit scrolling his phone. Normal. The destination sign over the windshield glowed a blandly reassuring: [ 14 – DOWNTOWN ] They walked past, hand in hand. For a heartbeat— Just one— The letters glitched. [ 14 – DOWNT– SURVIVAL GAME ]

The bus veered off the main road and drove for miles, winding through a labyrinth of streets and alleys. Kimberly gazed out the window, her eyes taking in the unfamiliar scenery. She felt a strange sense of calm, as if she was being guided towards a specific destination. The bus continued to drive, the miles flying by, until Kimberly suddenly felt a jolt of intuition. She stood up and approached the driver, her voice firm. "I want to get off here," she said, her eyes locked on the driver's rear view mirror. The driver raised an eyebrow but obliged, pulling over to the side of the road.

*** A mother pushing a baby carriage with two additional children at her side threw her hands into the air, cursing, as the bus roared past her stop at the entrance to Combi-Chance Road. Three days later, Bobby Deakins will leave a copy of the Bridge Bugle in the mother’s mailbox. She will read about what happened, about who died and on what bus it all occurred. The woman will cry for four continuous hours. In the cloudless sky, five black crows circled. *** Jack Barker tracked the angry people on the roadside until their yells bled away, forms lost in a cloud of dust. He stood to look through the back window and realized the bus had no back window, just a metal plate covered in stickers.

It was few minutes to 10am. As we alighted from the bus, I stretched my self lifting my arms to the sky. It was then that I got to sample the bus properly. It was a OWEN 34, the best luxury bus they say and the sudden break down is something I can't explain. I turned around and noticed we were in the middle of nowhere. Just a green surrounding. "Let's sit over there. " said Trevor while pointing towards a grassland. The rest of the passengers were scattered across the grasslands. Some were going deeper into the shrubs to pee. "Don't go far. The Mechanic will soon be done. " screamed the driver. The driver;a huge man in probably his late fifties. He was dark in complexion and looked more lik

I told her there were urgent documents the Harts needed to sign, and she gave me the address of the private care facility where they were staying. I bought a ticket for the earliest flight and went there. Hiding in a corner of the facility's garden, I finally saw them. Margaret Whitaker was gently fixing Richard Hart's tie, and Richard was looking at her with open tenderness. At that moment, a sharp, aching longing rose in my chest. I gathered every bit of courage I had and walked toward them. "Mr. and Mrs. Hart…" My voice trembled. The moment they saw me, the smiles on their faces disappeared. In their place came undisguised disgust and caution.

"From today onward, nobody may remove the Sacred Heart from its place in the Secret Realm ever again, including myself." The clan leaders all bowed their heads to me in eternal gratitude. "Thank you, O Divine Beast!" I just smiled and bade them goodbye afterward. The world was vast, and it was just too boring for me to stay in one place for the rest of my life. So, I decided that it was time I just went out and saw the world for myself.