Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24234841-20141101121559

This is a story I wrote that was deleted for lack of content. I get that it's short, but I felt like if I added anything more it would just be useless filler. I was just wondering what I could do to make it so it won't get deleted again. Here's the story:

Apiphobia

Dallas felt uneasy before they had reached the field. The forest was home to lots of poison ivy and and thorns. He knew he would be returning home with red splotches and scratches all over his legs.

Baker was walking ahead of him, promising him something cool. "I'm telling you, this thing is so cool. It's the whole reason I asked you to come over. " He yelled behind him. Dallas struggled to keep up,  while Baker seemed to have no trouble transcending the fallen trees.

Dallas began to notice that the sky was not only becoming more visable, but growing bright orange. "It's almost dark out. We should head back." Dallas yelled. Looking down from the sky, he noticed Baker was gone. "Baker?" He said.

"Baker!" He screamed as he ran foward, running through branches with thorns. He reached the edge of the forest, and emerged from the trees.

Baker was there, sitting on a stump, looking at his wrist. "Hmmph. It's about time you showed up", He said, reading from his imaginary wristwatch.

Infuriated, Dallas punched Baker in the gut, and he fell off the stump, laughing with pain. "Stop that!" Dallas yelled. "I thought something had happened to you." Baker got up and grinned at him. "Gee, thanks, Dal. I know we are friends and all, but I didn't think you were sweet on me" He said. Dallas punched him again, and Baker doubled over in both laughter and pain.

They continued to walk across the field, with Baker making jokes about Dallas liking boys, and Dallas punching and kicking Baker. The sun was halfway covered by the horizon when Dallas saw what Baker was taking him to in the distance.

It was a school bus. It was rusted to the point that its original bright yellow was barely visable. It was flipped over, with vines growing out of the engine on the bottom. Half of it was missing, with bus seats, flooring, and pieces of yellow, rusted metal littering the ground.

"Oh my god- What happened here?" Dallas asked.

"Umm... A bus crash?" Baker joked. Dallas shot him look of anger.

"I don't know. My dad talked about this bus that crashed when he was in Elementary School. I guess they just never cleaned it up?" Baker answered seriously.

"But... Why didn't they clean it up? What caused the crash?" Dallas asked.

"My dad talked about unsafe working conditions or something. As for what caused it, no one really knows. No one survived the crash." Baker said as he kicked a piece of metal.

A sound came from the bus. It sounded like a bunch of ping pong balls bouncing around the metal facade.

A swarm of black wasps shot out of the gaping hole in the bus. Baker tried to scream, but they flew down his throat, stinging his insides. The rest covered him in blackness, stinging him all over. He managed to get out several noises of agony, making eye contact with Dallas, tears running down his face.

"RUN FOR HELP!" He tried to choke out. Dallas turned and ran, knowing that that was useless. They were in the middle of nowhere, at least three miles out from Baker's house.

As he realized that no one would find their bodies, he felt a stinging sensation on his back.  