So, I finally got around to that writing prompt for writing the worst you can manage for ten minutes straight. Not only did I manage to do that, I managed to end the story. And not only that, it may be one of the worst endings of any short or long story I have ever read! And short stories are legion in their bad endings.
The sky was ludicrous in its hysteria. Avenger! Stealing upon our peaceful perch awaiting the bus. Was it a magic bus? Time will tell. The sun had been hot on our necks until that cool breeze chilled our flesh and whipped the debris of man’s discard around our bodies and crowns.
And just as the sky darkened and the rain hit upon our foreheads, cresting the horizon from down the street arrived the bus! Sweet chariot! Sidney, Lance, Penny and myself all stood up at the same time as if for roll call. But no one had called us – ever. The bus lumbered up the rest f the hill and then fell upon us and its door swept open with a witchy sound and sour breath.
The moon was our light and the night cold as we made our way to the back of the bus. Or as far back as we could make it – but our way was blocked! There would be no back of the bus for us! Was it taken by the cool kids? No, there were none of those where we come from. There is only wisps of names, faces and impression. Does this sound dumb? Penny is red, lance is like a spear, and Sidney is sad or, the color of a rain soaked morning. See?
“Onward, Dober!” I yelled at the driver.
“My name ain’t Dober, you cretin, it is David!”
“Ah, yes.. Well…”
Dober was not an impression. He was in full detail. And he was the same thing to everybody.
The bus took us several blocks and stopped in front of an uncertain patch of ground by a nondescript building. It could have been anything, and would always be nothing. Why were we here? Dober swung the lever and the door folded open. He turned and looked at us expectantly. We had stood, the four of us, but we knew not why nor knew this stop was ours. We didn’t know why we had entered the bus either. Penny nudged me and nodded around her. Everyone was looking at us.
“Well,” said a little bird of a lady, “this is your stop.”
So we got off.
Dude! It is pretty bad! Unfortunately, I don’t think the prose is that terrible. But notice how it was day in one moment and then less than a minute later it is night? I got that one from a movie called Murdercycle. This alien motorcyclist is chasing these people he enters one side of a tunnel and it is daylight, seconds later when he comes out the other side it is night, moon and all.
But I think the crowning achievement of this piece is its utter pointlessness.
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