[Issue 80] The Bus Stop

[kaisdf 3,320]

 

Rain lashes against the plastic sides of the bus shelter. It is late, and the brittle blackness of the night attests to this. Occasionally, a chink in the clouds allows the moon to illuminate a small patch of nearby ground. I huddle into a corner, back pressed against two of the plastic walls, cornered by the vicious walls of water plummeting from the sky, my coat proving itself ineffective as a suit of armour against the rain.

 

On the plastic next to me is some faded graffiti; some swearwords have been crudely etched into the plastic. To my right, as if to taunt me, someone has carved an umbrella into the side, the cheerful depiction adding to my annoyance at the world.

 

At one end of the stop is a list of buses and the times to their arrival. The 374, my bus, is supposedly “Due”, and has been for the last 5 minutes. Clearly the board is wrong, but I still get a wave of hope whenever I look up, only for it to be quashed a second later when I remember.

 

Along the road there are a series of street lights, most shining bright, acting as beacons in the darkness. Some either don’t work, or flicker, almost acting as a form of pathetic fallacy, reflecting my exasperation.

 

The sodden tarmac road is laced with puddles, each growing incrementally into miniature lakes, boosted by the rainfall. Each drop strikes the surface of the water like a meteorite, ploughing through any surface tension with ease, causing a miniature crown of water to fly up around the point of impact.

 

A passing car streaks by, straight through the puddles, leaving tidal waves in its wake. I am drenched.

 

Opposite me is the entrance to a park, the cast iron gates watched over by a pair of giant chestnut trees, wooden sentinels guarding the gates like wardens of a portal to another realm. Ever vigilant, they stand by in silence to watch commuters come and go from this bus stop, pursuing their futile daily goals like worker bees in a hive. They listen without ears, shedding secrets to one another in the rustling leaves.

 

The gates are closed now, the metal spikes cast into the tops of the bars providing an ominous message who anyone who dare enter out of hours.

 

Out of the darkness rears an oversize red monolith: the bus. Relieved to finally get out of the rain and the wind, I eagerly bound through the doors as soon as they open, collapsing into a seat for the ride home.

 

- I hope you enjoyed my first article in the Newspaper, and feel free to leave comments below.

 

[thethiefofvictory 339]

yay, my wish has come true, kais has written another descriptive, and a fine one at that! :D

[kaisdf 3,320]

yay, my wish has come true, kais has written another descriptive, and a fine one at that! :D

Thanks :lol:

[Pythor 1,354]

Wow.. really nice Kais! Loved it

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

On the plastic next to me is some faded graffiti; some swearwords have been crudely etched into the plastic.

That sounds eerily familiar. :wacko:

Loved it.

[aqwzsxedc 699]

Nothing else to be expected from kais, amazing man !  :wub:

[LyT 222]

Great! :) 

[Krill_300 113]

Today at The Morning the tanks were playing in the park.But then suddenly a rain headed.

A Tank fell down and hurted the parks owner helped him.

 

Then the Rain Stopped and the people paniced because a building fell down in the house.It Crashed.

 

Soon many people came and said by picking the boards and said ''WE NEED FREEDOM FROM TOWER FALLS''

Fire fell from the building suddenly boomed.All The People Ran Away.

 

100 People died.

 

And 30 Survived.

 

Many Fire Tanks,Police Tanks and Ambulance Tanks came.

 

After 3 Months The Tower was Rebuild.

 

And They lived happily Ever After.

 

:unsure: :blush:

 

Is it good

[Viking4s 10,791]

[arlo7 130]

Sounds great, continue we want to read more! :P