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#1 harryham1
Member since 2011 • 25 Posts
I like the way the quote system works, you can basically make anyone say anything. Sorry for this random post, its just that this is a new account, and I wanted to test some of the features.mmm-biscuits
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#2 harryham1
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A boy by the name of Tom gets on his usual bus, on his way to school in the morning. The bus is crowded, and his friends are talking to him about the usual things: girls, new games, and how long the day lasts. Tom notices at the front of the bus, a boy with his pressed up against the window, possibly sleeping. Tom wonders why the boy hasn't joined his group, as he is about their age, but in the end is too shy to ask him to join them. Tom has an averagely boring day at school, and gets on the bus he normally gets home. For some reason his friends don't meet him at the normal stop, and the usually busy bus is completely empty apart from the same boy at the front. Still being shy, Tom doesn't talk to the boy until about half way through his journey, where he finally stands up, and makes his way to the front of the bus. Before he reaches the boy, a man walks up the stairs of the bus with a knife in his hand. The boy at the front sees the man and the man panics, knowing that now there is a witness. The man stabs the boy repetitively, right in front of Tom. When the man has killed this boy, all Tom can do is stand there thinking "I'm next, oh God I'm next!" The man walks towards him, but slowly fades away. The boy is left standing with blood around his shoes, and a rotting corpse slowly disappearing into nothing. Tears roll down Tom's cheeks as he sits back down in his seat. He would get off the bus but he is afraid of the man with the knife, and he is not sure what just happened. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them he realizes that he is back on a crowded bus, and his friends are asking him if he is alright. He has been crying heavily for some time now and for no reason on the bus trip, decided to get up, go to a vacant seat, and then come back distraught. The next day it is announced on the news that a boy had been violently murdered on a bus. The boy had been lonely at school, and traveled on a different bus to avoid the other children. Maybe if anyone his age had talked to him, and invited him to their group he would still be alive today.