Wheels on the Bus

Wheels on the Bus

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture24m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., août 24, 2023
At the end of a shadowy, cobblestone-paved road on the outskirts of a city completely covered in fog, there exists a bus stop. The stop only appears at 3:33 AM, and it's impossible to find unless you are invited there. The bus itself is very plain. Rows of plush seats, sturdy poles, and worn handles to hold onto seem to go on forever. A sight so uninteresting that most would ignore it without a second thought. But voices whisper here and there that the bus is much more than it appears. Above the tin roof, there exists an abnormality in the space-time: a gathering place for dead children. The children there are tied to a bargain; in exchange for being able to remain in the human world, each of them must prove their worth by repeating their ends over and over again, searching for a way that could have saved them from their endless fate of deathless death. But dying is said to be only one of the grim parts of the Ride. Betrayal, despair, hopelessness... They all go around and around, like the Wheels on the Bus.
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The darkness of the past catches up to the present and looms over the future. The now-grown undead god meets someone from his past for the last time in his infinite life. An ancient artifact that unlocks a hidden ability comes into his possession and will stay with him throughout his infinite life. Excerpts: Hearing that title broke him from his mental preoccupation. _Oh, no. Not her. Not with these people._ Glancing around the table, he saw that everyone was looking at him, overtly and covertly, watching and waiting for his reaction. ... The young god stood up in excitement. _It just talked to me! I'm talking to it! This is so weird. What else can I ask it?_ ... _What should I say? I should say something, right?_ "Umm... Hi!" he managed to say. He stopped himself from wincing at his awkward greeting as he felt every eye in the room on him and maintained a casual and relaxed facade. _'Hi'? Really? After not seeing her for so long, all you can say is 'Hi!'? Say something else._ "I came here to see you." _No, idiot. Say something less obvious._ "And, uhh, talk to you." _What's wrong with you, self?_ ... "I don't know. I don't really know what to do anymore. I've done terrible things to him but I don't know anymore if I did the right thing."

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