A Short Story about Two Sociopaths
So, I am going through my cloud drive and found a ton of old writing. I figured I would share a short story I wrote a few years back. Be warned, it's probably not very good and NSFW. October 29 –Purgatory & the Need to Know Rain poured down in near horizontal sheets as the cross country bus I was riding on skidded through a red light and nearly hit an oncoming semi-truck. For a second, I held my breath. The whole ride had been madness. A few days before, we were passing through the Rocky Mountains and nearly slid through the guard rails. We would have all plummeted to an icy cold death if it weren’t for the driver, as he snapped awake at the last possible moment. The day after that, the driver had to kick a violently angry man off the bus for threatening a pregnant woman and punching her husband in the face. I remember that man’s glare as we drove off from the bus station. The cops were slapping the handcuffs on him and tossing him in the back of the squad car. He kicked and