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My Dear Sister-in-law

By: Manohar Asija

...was just in the vicinity of two years, when her parents died in the accident that resulted in the death of 32 persons, travelling in the over-crowded bus, carrying some teachers and their families, mostly residents of Nimri Colony in North Delhi. This group of 46 persons was on an All-India tour, organized by someone amongst themselves, to avail the benefit from their depa...

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My Dear Sister-in-Law

By: Manohar Asija

...was just in the vicinity of two years, when her parents died in the accident that resulted in the death of 32 persons, travelling in the over-crowded bus, carrying some teachers and their families, mostly residents of Nimri Colony in North Delhi. This group of 46 persons was on an All-India tour, organized by someone amongst themselves, to avail the benefit from their depa...

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Tokyo to Tijuana: Gabriele Departing America

By: Steven David Justin Sills

.... It was definitely something that was not wanted. It stayed with him on the bus. On a ride from the Nambu Bus Terminal to Chongju, Sang Huin's sleep ... ... roads that appeared near Umsong to be rid of scenery so bland. Although the bus traveled down the highway as a solid, jitterless mass, he jittered in... ...man and it had all gone awry. Sang Huin sighed. He took off his shoes in the bus. He stroked his feet, in short white sports socks, across the vinyl o... ...ough his billfold for a calling card. He went to the front of this high-tech bus and made a call. "Yoboseyo." "Yoboseyo. Yang Lin bakwa chuseyo." Sile... ...in that area he sometimes got up around 4 a.m nonetheless; took an hour long bus ride to that small town he had once lived in; walked near bowing rice... ...e of his nationality. Now it was Kim Yang Kwam he kept thinking about in the bus. Sang Huin was labeled as dirty a few nights ago: the way he walked o... ...sical dilettante. He looked out of the window and smoothed out his hair. The bus was becoming full now. Still, no one was standing. Maybe, he thought,... ...tinct was to follow his former friend to the ends of the earth on the public bus system and to harass him in the bus by making him feel miserable for ... ...ome passively. On what seemed like an eternal trip, cramped on a seat in the bus, disconnection was making his mind jittery, soft, and rolling like a ...

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Bozo and the Storyteller

By: Matt Jones

...ry in the hope of jogging someone’s memory. Theo’s photo could be seen at bus stops and train stations across the country, accompanied by the words ... ...an’t tell you anything at all,’ Bozo sniffed. ‘I was almost run over by a bus and all you can say is “scoundrel”.’ ‘I’m sorry. I’m just dying to know... ...tons on their coats, pulled up their hoods and hurried off in search of a bus or underground train to take them home. Theo had no home to go to, ho... ... of course. There’s a group of French schoolchildren over there and their bus leaves in f ve minutes.’ ‘How do you know that?’ Theo asked, rather im... ...you make.’ He dragged Theo along by the hand. ‘Come on, or we’ll miss the bus.’ Theo glanced up at the gang of French kids being herded by a few str... ...they realise I’m not French?’ ‘Look,’ Bozo snorted, ‘either we go with the bus or we go with them.’ He indicated to where the police could be seen ci... ...e front called out something and the whole school party moved towards the bus. Theo shuff ed along in their midst and, although he couldn’t understa... ...d?’ ‘And they’re going to help,’ Bozo answered gleefully. They reached the bus and Theo raised his hood so no one would see his face. They boarded in... ...ould they notice? 70 Bozo and the Storyteller His turn came to board the bus but, as he lurched forwards, a large hand came to rest on his shoulder...

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An Apostate: Nawin of Thais

By: Steven David Justin Sills

...was no different than someone sitting on a fire hydrant as he waited for a bus. Still, he thought, this was what he would try to correct by a solitary... ... somehow, and sell it off as a cheap form of methamphetamines to truckers, bus drivers, and maybe even guys like me who want nothing better than to st... ...a plane ticket as easily as the average man could pay for a ride on a city bus. Of course this particular car was air conditioned, and riding in it, d... ...eved with one arm in both cast and sling nor even facilitated via train or bus to Phuket, Pattaya, or Cha-am with all tickets sold out for the holiday... ...pinion?" "Well, for me it's like walking through noxious clouds of car and bus exhausts and the more you walk through it the dirtier you become in eve... ...in killers for his arm with no assistance but his saliva, and waited for a bus to take him back to Nongkhai. A kiosk selling soft drinks, Buddha statu... ...a thousand baht; another payment albeit a nominal one, he stood on a small bus like a Siamese twin conjoined to eighty or more bodies, all going in th... ...s he did albeit the others surely with more clarity than he had. He took a bus ride with myriad others across the Friendship Bridge of the Mekong rive... ...ated sidewalk. He could now see at a distance the bald muddied area of the bus terminal with its dilapidated secondhand buses that, according to the t...

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Signature for Sunshine

By: Christine Jones

...ear old lungs felt like lead weights as Chris plonked herself down on the bus stop bench and stretched out her legs in an unladylike manner. Taking ... ...manner. Taking a deep breath, Chris stood to watch the rickety old school bus draw near, packed with boisterous kids screaming obscenities from the ... ...posture reflected her intensions, as did the angry glint in her eyes. The bus off-loaded a dozen or more students, who moved back in an un-orderly f... ... did not share the same ideals in regards to femininity. Stepping off the bus, without so much as a hello, Kelly continued down the footpath rolling ... ...a watched her mother grasp Mitchell by the arm and haul him back onto the bus, which by this time had many vacant seats. Mr. Jago, the bus driver, t... ...imbed onto another’s shoulders and peering through the back window of the bus, looked straight into Christine O’Keith’s wrath. The woman thumped at ... ... his rear vision mirror at Jackson and his mates, whom now sat silent. The bus driver shook his head whilst mumbling something under his breath perta... ..., she got her nose right out of joint and contacted Chris. She even got a bus down from Sydney to Melbourne… I think it was Sydney, anyway, she came... ...are moment she got, whether it was in the bath, shopping, waiting for the bus or taking Julian to play group. Carrying a little gold pen around with...

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The Unfettered Life of Kenyon of New Orleans

By: Steven David Justin Sills

...overpasses, at the edges of parks, with legs dangling from the benches of bus stops, within obscure shadows of parking lots, and there to be stumbled... ...meone, anyone, not you specifically— should be allowed to take a greyhound bus from New Orleans to Baltimore, and without being invited, knock on our ... ..., did He use AT&T to tell you to pack up your things, head on a Greyhound bus, and plunk your butt on our door step? That is what we have to determi... ...ou shouldn’t as you seem to like them, you will be put back on a greyhound bus headed for New Orleans. I hope that is clear. Fresca darling, I bet y... ...ove of mankind that never really existed, and that time of sitting on the bus next to a young man with myriad inflammations like warts on his neck an... ...ried to hide under a bulky hat as his head tilted toward the floor of the bus, and of her putting his hand into her own. Sister Mary Elizabeth...

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The Soul Bearer

By: Jonathan Cross
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Died and Moved In

By: Christine Jones

...t her little love could do. Putting her foot to the floor, she overtook a bus and to their surprise, they wound up kissing a gas tanker coming the o... ...anage a smile. Her arms are thicker than my body, you could hide a school bus behind her and I bet when she was alive, she had dirt floors in her ho... ...a cripple and they never did bring out a wheelchair for her, a bloody big bus, but no wheelchair. No, I wasn’t a sadistic kid; Barbie was mugged. Li...

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The Snakelex Report

By: Christine Jones

...nt of him was an old rusty can and in this can were three silver coins, a bus ticket, a pensioner’s card and a used two-dollar scratch ticket; it wa... ...ins back in the can. “Will you give me this?” The wealthy man took out the bus ticket. 183 “If I give you my ticket, I won’t be able to get home, wil...

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Frate Cu Meridianele Si Paralelele, Vol. 1

By: Florentin Smarandache

...t ridicate... “Pearl Harbour Memorial” Plec ăm la Pearl Harbour cu “city bus”, 2 $ de persoan ă, mult mai ieftin decât prin agen ţia de turism ...

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Circumstantially Evolved Relationship

By: Manohar Asija

...reafter they turned to attend to the feast of `Paneer Pakodas`, `Samosas prepared at this very café. Destiny Opens Itself … At this very moment, a bus happens to gain speed while following her; she indicates this vehicle onto her left to overtake. But the bus driver loses controls over his steering as he abruptly happens to mark the action of videography. … By this ...

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My Dear Sister-in-law

By: Manohar Asija

...was just in the vicinity of two years, when her parents died in the accident that resulted in the death of 32 persons, travelling in the over-crowded bus, carrying some teachers and their families, mostly residents of Nimri Colony in North Delhi. This group of 46 persons was on an All-India tour, organized by someone amongst themselves, to avail the benefit from their depa...

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A Match of My Choice

By: Manohar Asija

...an's visiting-card from her wallet; and began to read its contents which provided the address of his office: Upstairs, Restaurant `Nashta-Pani`, Near Bus Terminus. She decided not to show this card to Mahajan at least for the present. The very next morning, she went to Chauhan's office, where she was received by his assistant, who welcomed her with a courteous smile. …...

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