The sweet smell of bubblegum is senting the backseat of the bus. People getting annoyed and people not even minding sitting still and stiff in front. The group of people that make the ride slower or faster talks about the nemesis of humans. A special party many say, a special kind of fun the party would consider them selfes to be. No one tells to quiet ,so the talk of ever lasting wars and conflicts is never interrupted or quit. The only person in the party that is quiet and sleepy is a lone listener, not ignored yet noticed. It is not a question about disrespect , but of respect. This person speaks only when wanting to. This person do not need to say much or even say anything at all. The rest of the party still understands. When the last member of the party is leaving the bus, an echo still bounces in the heads of eavesdropping people.
In the end it is not about the choice of words, but about the meaning of them put together.
Daring to speak of horror takes courage. That party is a serving party, they relieve and spread courage, even anger. Why? For they are the new leaders of the free world. Politicians and officers. Together they will drive the empires to peace. But this is not a fact to them yet, they are still a talking party with a vision of peace. A party that still, on saturday nights get drunk and sing old rock songs in a quire with both dark and bright voices. The lone listener already know of their destiny.
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Really short stories put together by a lonely girl
Short StoryThis is a collection of my very short stories that i write from time to time,I like to call them popup stories because they just pop up in my head and I write them down.I hope you like them :)
