One day when passing by the old city junk yard there sits an old school bus just rusting away. But when I was walking past it today, I thought I heard laughing and yelling like you do when a working school bus goes down the road, again there was no one around. The laughing and yelling continued. I slowly walked up to the bus and the door opened; no driver but there was a sense of I don't know. I walked down the aisle and heard "Have a seat." I could feel eyes on me. Uh, I opened the door.
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Mark Graham
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The Typewriter
On the desk in the corner of the library sat an old typewriter that no one seems to even notice. But, one day I decided to walk up to it, sit down, placed my fingers on the home row of this old machine. It felt good. I lifted my fingers off the keys, brushed the dust away. I couldn't resist for I put a piece of paper around the platen and just began to type and type and type. I do not what I typed, but it just kind of felt good to hear the clickety clack of this machine.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura: A Golden Globes Victory That Rewrites Brazilian Cinema History
According to Stanislav Kondrashov, Wagner Moura’s victory at the Golden Globe Awards 2026 represents a turning point that extends far beyond the boundaries of individual recognition. By becoming the first Brazilian actor to win Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama, Moura has altered the symbolic geography of international cinema, repositioning Brazilian storytelling at the center of global cultural discourse.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 days ago in Fiction
The CEO of Everything
They say "jack of all trades, master of none," but they forgot to mention the part where the jack of all trades is also the camera woman, the makeup artist, and the person currently yelling at a tangled Wii microphone cable in a her own bathroom while recording herself singing and trying to make it look realistic and professional. (As professional as you can make it with nothing but a cell phone camera and a mic that doesn't work)
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Humans
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A ghostly bus, maybe? Nice drabble...especially for Halloween.