To the passed covered in dust, those on the curb soaking wet, and those in the fast lane driving through puddles. Cheers to the passengers aboard The Number 26
100 Word Story by Stephen Harris
It’s three in the morning at the bus terminal. Why am I awake?
Few things make you feel as alone as being surrounded by people you don’t know. Being surrounded by people you know who don’t know you back is one of them. Being with people who are the ones who are supposed to know you, but don’t, is even worse.
I feel like a potato in a potato sack. Covered in corse, rough, utterly disgusting, Burlap. Perhaps the ugliest material in the word- burlap. I wake up at eight, ride the Number 26 bus to work, get there by nine, and the rest is just an endless stream of burlap. Nine to five, nothing but … Continue reading Burlap Cubicles
Alvin’s room had not been this clean since the day he first stepped into it while checking the new vacancy. That was before he had the time to make any kind of a mess. Although, a close second may have been when his friend Moe gave him some Adderall to help him write a term … Continue reading Alvin