Write a story about two strangers chatting while waiting for something.

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“Time” by Keith B.

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Luke stands at the bus stop alone, waiting for the bus. It’s a full moon. Spring time. Warm outside. There aren’t a lot of people out. Luke is coming from his job. He has to take two buses to get home. He’s waiting on the second one. He doesn’t think much of his job, he sells furniture. He’s been working there for nearly five years now. His main goal in life is to be a movie star. When he’s asked, he makes sure he’s there for each audition. It can be a little difficult, especially when he’s called in at the last minute and he needs coverage...

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“Room No. 3” by Faye Binx

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Who is in this room? It is small but full. Must have been a busy night. I feel hard stares pricking the back of my neck as I shuffle in to join. In a bizarre way, it’s like the first day of school. Where shall I sit? I want to be near the wall. I want the feel of something solid. From the corner of my eye, I see the sliver of gray I’m looking for. I slowly head that way, taking my time. Don’t appear too eager or someone else will want it. It’s the instinct of man to follow the eyes of his friend, but shoot first and take what he ca...

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“Worthy of Love” by Mitra S

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William sits on a bench overlooking a small man-made lake and relishes in the warm July sun as it caresses his face. He sits on the same spot every Sunday, with a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird in hand, which he has read at least a hundred times before. This is his church, sitting on this bench and feeling grateful for his long life. He is not that old, but he always wanted to be. A few years ago, he decided if anyone asked his age, he would say fifty, but no one ever asked. He is fifty now, and he likes the feeling of having h...

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“That which we call trivial” by Shereigne Leyson

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“Please, let me go. I need to go home.” cried a 17-year-old boy. He was dragged in a dark alley by the four policemen, who were not in their uniform in the midst of the night but armed with guns.“Not until you give us the drugs. C’mon show it, where are you hiding it?” One of the cops said as the others punched and slapped the defenseless guy.“I swear . . . I never used nor sell any drugs. I’m just a normal student. I still have homework to do.”The young man begged for the policemen to release him. He claimed that he was innocent a...

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“Windy Fate” by Madeline Rick

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Sometimes I wonder if the weather plays a part in serendipity. Perhaps a rainy day kept you safely indoors on the very day there was a dangerous bank heist. Or maybe a streak of lightning struck nearby, jolting you right into the arms of your future spouse. Sometimes, people are brought together by forces that seem beyond our understanding. Today, it was the wind.They don't call it the windy city for nothing. Chicago is notorious for it's brisk gusts of wind. I trudged along the sidewalk, head bent down and shoulders slumped forward. On part...

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“The Laugh of a Lifetime” by Beauty Brock

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There is nothing like growing up in a great community and having an abundance of good friends. One of the greatest times in my life was getting together with my friends and hanging out. We'd get together almost every weekend and go somewhere together. Some outings were planned others were let's just go and we'll figure it out along the way. But all would be a day of good times and a lot of fun. My friends were grand. One of our favorite places to go to was the movies and we always went to the movie theater at the Union Station. The movie ...

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“In the Maw of the Ungulates” by Jack O'Brien

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“It is the curse of our life and times that we find ourselves living in the maw of the ungulates.” “How’s that? Who’s ma?” “Not ma, my semi-learned friend, not the matriarchal source of your esteemed lineage; rather maw, the interior of your closed mouth, the cud upon which the hooved ungulate spends its days endlessly chewing and chewing.” ...

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“Organic Material” by Charlie Howell

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Twenty-four hours in a day. Sixty minutes in an hour. I am counting down the seconds. I break time into basic units, crack it into pieces like one tears off cotton candy fluff or shreds cigarettes. I am careful. I budget my time. I live my life in color. Carnival rides at Coney Island, painting on my walls, and that pleasant buzz right before drunkenness. I spend each second carefully, knowing that they are ticking away. But at the same time, I’m always in mental transit, waiting for the next moment to arrive. I wait for the weekends when I ...

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“Exhibitionist” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

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He is an edgy, impatient cab as he walks into the café, interrupting its expensive, up-tight ambience. His deep-set eyes, which are fallen stars, skim through the velvety booths like hurried wipers and take on the familiar shade of regret. I am no less than a hound at sniffing out disappointments. Under watchful eyes, you must keep your forsaken chin up and pretend you are right as rain.There's also the possibility of over-reading. The odds he has invited himself in for solo rounds of macaroons and coffee could be staked. Or some other exoti...

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“JESSICA” by Joel Malvo

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RICKToday is the day I talk to her. Today I won’t chicken out. I will walk up to her and say hello and she will say hello back. Then I will introduce myself and have a nice little conversation with her. It would be perfect.I am still in bed. There’s water dripping from the ceiling again. It must have rained during the night. I’ve complained about the leak quite a few times but no one seems to bother. I’ll have to fix it myself.I get up from bed and walk over to the window. It’s foggy outside, but not as much as yesterday. I push open the win...

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“The Bus Stop” by Yondee Pacot

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"Gray day, isn't it?" The old man's gruff voice reaches her just right before she was about to put on her earphones. With an inaudible sigh, she realized this was one of those polite conversations with bus stop passengers that she just can't quite escape. She puts down the pink wired buds on her lap before turning towards the man and smiled."What do you mean gray?" She asked, wondering that for all the adjectives the world had come up with, he chose a color to describe the sky, the area, or whatever the day could specifically pertain to. She...

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“Pickles or Petals, it’s all Perspective” by Genevieve Kirton

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“Pickles…” she said. Darah was waiting in a very brightly lit rainbow-colored room. All she could remember was being in her living room and eating pickles when darkness overcame her and all of a sudden, she was in this room. She was waiting for something, what it was, she had no idea, but it was obvious that was what the room was for. There was a clock on the wall, all white with black numbers and little lines, and red hands. It was like the ones she watched so patiently in school back when she was young. The chairs were bright orange with b...

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“The Blue Bottle Pub” by Hayley P

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Leandra held back a sigh as she fell into the rickety bar stool. She didn’t know what she was doing here. Around her were men and women alike, drunk out of their minds. Heads drooped over tables, hands loosely grasping the necks of empty bottles. Leandra had never been one for drinking. In her younger days she’d nurse a can of beer at a house party, and that turned into taking polite sips of wine between stuffy conversations. But she had never found herself in a place like this, at a quarter to two in the morning. Leandra was also not one...

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“Nature's Way ” by Alex Arias

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Rami straightened out the bus ticket clenched in his sweaty palm. He didn’t want to go home. His stomach squeezed up, displacing the small breakfast he’d managed to swallow down to the bottom of his throat. He reached for his phone in his back pocket, but stopped when he remembered this morning’s call. For a second all he could do was breath deep and blink furiously, thoughts replaced with a despair that simultaneously paused and sped up time. He didn’t know how many times the boy had asked to sit next to him on the wooden bench before he wa...

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“Bus Stop Conversations” by J.S Cross

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"Hey, how are you bud?" a middle-aged man questioned you. "Just waiting for my mother to get off the bus, Sir," you spoke uncomfortably. Talking to strangers has always made you uneasy. Something in the way they so freely spoke to someone they did not know. As if they have been friends for years. "Oh is she coming from work?" he sat on the bench. "Just to visit, Sir." "Well that's lovely," he offered a grin. You gave your best smile given the circumstances. You will try to be kind, he has...

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Write a story about two strangers chatting while waiting for something.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 196 stories

“Time” by Keith B.

“Room No. 3” by Faye Binx

“Worthy of Love” by Mitra S

“That which we call trivial” by Shereigne Leyson

“Windy Fate” by Madeline Rick

“The Laugh of a Lifetime” by Beauty Brock

“In the Maw of the Ungulates” by Jack O'Brien

“Organic Material” by Charlie Howell

“Exhibitionist” by KAUSTABH KASHYAP

“JESSICA” by Joel Malvo

“The Bus Stop” by Yondee Pacot

“Pickles or Petals, it’s all Perspective” by Genevieve Kirton

“The Blue Bottle Pub” by Hayley P

“Nature's Way ” by Alex Arias

“Bus Stop Conversations” by J.S Cross

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