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desperado
derek (des) green
United Kingdom, merseyside, southport

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the bus ride

I looked at my alarm clock sitting beside my bed, it said it was 6.30 am and it was time to get up for work, as normal I had to swing my legs off the bed and basically throw myself on the floor otherwise I would never get out of bed and get to work, slowly I pulled myself off the floor by dragging myself back on the bed and without a second thought throw myself up to the standing position then walk out of my bedroom and into my bathroom to wash and shave then run into my bedroom and get dressed ready for work.

When all that is done I make my way slowly to the bus stop which is ten minutes away from my home, I walk the same route everyday of the week that never changes because I love the early morning window shopping and see what I can't afford and what I don't really want in my wardrobe, by the time I have finished window shopping I'm at my usual bus stop with the same people I stand with every morning, no one says a thing not even when we have our seats, the most conversation you will hear is either paying their fare or the bus driver grunting his approval as we show him our weekly bus ticket, then we walk to our seats sit down and say nothing to each other, no one says a word when you get off at your stop, they just look into fresh air thinking their own private thoughts.

Sometimes I would sit and wonder how to break the ice and have a decent conversation with any of them and no matter how hard you may try all you would probably get is a grunt or groan because you have spoiled their day by talking I would often think how funny it would be if someone broke wind or threw up on the bus would they talk then? I never wanted to find out if anything worked or not, that was until this morning when I done my usual bed, shave dressed routine.

I got to the bus stop just in time and showed my ticket to the driver who in return grunted his approval and turned away o drive off without checking if I had got to my seat well lucky enough I did get to my seat and sat down then I got my mobile out to text my girlfriend who was also at work, I had just finished my text and made myself comfortable on my seat when I thought to myself he I'm going to fart and started giggling to myself hoping it wouldn't stink too much. Then I let rip trying not to force it out but just to make it silent so no one would know it was me, then my giggles turn to fear as the next thing I heard was a gush and squelching sound instantly I knew I had one hell of a big problem when I realised I had followed through and filled my pants.

Jesus Christ the stench made me want to vomit there and then, I knew I had to get off this bus before the smell got anywhere around the bus, I stood up and found out it was worse than I thought, a lot worse now I could feel everything run down my legs and the smell was ten times worse than I had imagined it would be, from that moment I knew my escape was not going to go my way nor was it going to be easy to avoid people at all.

Once everyone on the bus realised what had happened they all got off the bus so quickly I was the only one left along with the driver and even he wanted to get off but he knew he couldn't escape, he just tried to carry on driving the best he could but he was doing it with the with his window open and his head stuck out grasping for air. In the end he gave up stopped the bus and ran off it with his hand covering his mouth and nose, this was my time to make my escape from the bus with as little attention as possible. So off I got and turned towards home and ran as fast as I could, but all I could feel was my clothes dampness banging against my legs and the smell was stronger than before infact it was making me feel sick as well.


As I headed for home there seemed to be more people than normal walking around the street, I done everything to avoid them especially eye contact but as we all know that is impossible to do as I'm running around the street with soiled trousers on and an awful smell following behind me, you could here the people making comments about the smell and my trousers and how disgusting it is for a grown man to do such a thing, some of them were laughing others was trying not to be sick and I didn't care now as I headed home to safety and a hot bath.

I made it to my front door but not without making a fool of myself as I rushed up my stairs to my flat door when I slipped down the whole flight and banged against the house door which at that point my new neighbour came walking in I shut my eyes with embarrassment she was the last person I wanted to see at that moment, It was then I heard my name being called and a sharp pain shot across my face, It happened yet again but the pain was slightly harder than the last one, this time I opened my eyes and there right in front of me was my girlfriend in her swimming costume looking down at me.

She couldn't stop laughing as she told me I had fallen asleep on the sun bed and had started to shout in my sleep, and I even tried to climb off the sun bed to get in the swimming pool to clean myself up, I looked down and found my self shocked to see I was totally naked at our holiday hotel swimming pool, but also happy because I then realised that I had been dreaming all along it was such a relief to just to know it was a dream



THE END

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Saswat Comment by: Saswat - 2006-06-11 20:33
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Disgusting yet very readable and funny. I too feel that it shouldn't be a dream. I've had personal experience of situation like this and believe me its more disgusting than words can explain.

Keep on writing. Best of luck
PANDORA Comment by: PANDORA - 2006-06-11 14:27
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Great humor in this story. I laughed the whole way through, as for the ending as everyone has commented on it, I like it because it is real. Of course I am sure some one has...well shit in their pants (even if they don't admit it), but felt more real to me because of this of which everyone has experienced----you are sleeping and you have to pee...in your dream you are doing it, you wake up scared you actually did pee your pants, see that you did not (hopefully) and go to the bathroom.
skettio Comment by: skettio - 2006-06-11 12:26
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Good story, but I agree it shouldn't be a dream. It would be even funnier if it was real.
Cherley Comment by: Cherley - 2006-06-11 06:03
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Looks like everyone has mentioned the things you need to change. I agree, don't make it a dream. Also I'd skip the getting out of bed part and just start with the bus ride. This is funny.
Comment by: - 2006-06-10 01:33
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Okay i am going to start off by saying. You have very very descriptive descriptions, it made me pull a few "ewww" faces in pieces after the fart incident. Which i would say is a good thing. I think it should be left as a real incident, did not much care for the ending.
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