jrgrs
08-21-2009, 11:29 AM
Here is my first short story that I am pleased with... Please leave a comment.
The sun emerged spreading its glistening light throughout the city, springing it into life. The boy stood calmly at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of the silver vessel. The bus peered over the hill as it made its way to a steady halt at the young boys feet. The boy picked up his bag and made his way up the stairs of the bus.
“Mornin’ son.” The elderly, yet cheerful bus driver exclaimed as the boy entered the bus.
“H… Hello sir.” The boy stuttered as if he was paying no attention to what was going on around him. The boy made his way down the aisle searching for an empty seat. Much to his dissatisfaction there were no seats except next to a man towards the centre of the bus he seemed strangely accepting as if he was offering the seat to the boy.
As the boy approached the man he shifted across to allow the boy to become seated before the bus began its move towards the city centre. The boy sat down carefully minding his bag as he tried to squeeze it onto the floor.
“You right there?” Asked the tall man sitting next to him. The man made a move towards the bag to help him out.
“NO!” The boy exclaimed and tore the bag from the mans hands and placed it on his lap.
“Sorry…” The main said in a fairly sarcastic tone that seemed upsetting to the boy. With the bag placed on his lap the bus took off towards its destination. The boy seemed very agitated and was constantly whispering things under his breath to himself.
“Are you okay?” The man questioned. The boy was unaware that he was being spoken too.
“Hello.” The man waved his hands in front of the boys face “Are you all right?” He repeated.
“I’m fine.” The boy replied trying to ignore the man. He looked out the window and saw that they were almost in the city centre. The boy took a deep breath in and clutched his bag.
The man sitting next to him seemed eager to initiate a conversation with the boy but seemed reluctant to. He instead lifted a newspaper from under his arm and began to read the front story. The boy peered over to see what was on the cover. In large print read
“Bombing in New York kills hundreds.” The boy seemed to chuckle after reading it. The man looked over at the boy who had a grin on his face and was trying to conceal it.
“You find something amusing?” The man said with a very stern face.
“What’s not to laugh about?” Replied the boy. The mans face turned into a face of disgust.
“How dare you, laugh at such a thing.” The man exclaimed. The people around them were trying not to look as the mans voice became more noticeable. The boy turned to face the man with a smirk on his face as he whispered to the man.
“Today, I make my father proud, Today I join him.” The man stared at the boy who’s hand was inside the bag that he was carrying. Time paused. The mans eyes were full of fear as the world around him came to a complete halt. The boy illuminated in a yellow and red glow that emerged from the bag. Each second that passed, another memory flashed before him. His family. His son. His wife. All of these things rendered useless as what was about to happen unfolded. The light engulfed the space around him ripping apart his surroundings in a grinding blast. Slowly the bright lights around him faded out gently, calmly to a deep black. The simple word that passed through the mans mind… … Why?
The sun emerged spreading its glistening light throughout the city, springing it into life. The boy stood calmly at the bus stop awaiting the arrival of the silver vessel. The bus peered over the hill as it made its way to a steady halt at the young boys feet. The boy picked up his bag and made his way up the stairs of the bus.
“Mornin’ son.” The elderly, yet cheerful bus driver exclaimed as the boy entered the bus.
“H… Hello sir.” The boy stuttered as if he was paying no attention to what was going on around him. The boy made his way down the aisle searching for an empty seat. Much to his dissatisfaction there were no seats except next to a man towards the centre of the bus he seemed strangely accepting as if he was offering the seat to the boy.
As the boy approached the man he shifted across to allow the boy to become seated before the bus began its move towards the city centre. The boy sat down carefully minding his bag as he tried to squeeze it onto the floor.
“You right there?” Asked the tall man sitting next to him. The man made a move towards the bag to help him out.
“NO!” The boy exclaimed and tore the bag from the mans hands and placed it on his lap.
“Sorry…” The main said in a fairly sarcastic tone that seemed upsetting to the boy. With the bag placed on his lap the bus took off towards its destination. The boy seemed very agitated and was constantly whispering things under his breath to himself.
“Are you okay?” The man questioned. The boy was unaware that he was being spoken too.
“Hello.” The man waved his hands in front of the boys face “Are you all right?” He repeated.
“I’m fine.” The boy replied trying to ignore the man. He looked out the window and saw that they were almost in the city centre. The boy took a deep breath in and clutched his bag.
The man sitting next to him seemed eager to initiate a conversation with the boy but seemed reluctant to. He instead lifted a newspaper from under his arm and began to read the front story. The boy peered over to see what was on the cover. In large print read
“Bombing in New York kills hundreds.” The boy seemed to chuckle after reading it. The man looked over at the boy who had a grin on his face and was trying to conceal it.
“You find something amusing?” The man said with a very stern face.
“What’s not to laugh about?” Replied the boy. The mans face turned into a face of disgust.
“How dare you, laugh at such a thing.” The man exclaimed. The people around them were trying not to look as the mans voice became more noticeable. The boy turned to face the man with a smirk on his face as he whispered to the man.
“Today, I make my father proud, Today I join him.” The man stared at the boy who’s hand was inside the bag that he was carrying. Time paused. The mans eyes were full of fear as the world around him came to a complete halt. The boy illuminated in a yellow and red glow that emerged from the bag. Each second that passed, another memory flashed before him. His family. His son. His wife. All of these things rendered useless as what was about to happen unfolded. The light engulfed the space around him ripping apart his surroundings in a grinding blast. Slowly the bright lights around him faded out gently, calmly to a deep black. The simple word that passed through the mans mind… … Why?