Moth And Bees: A Narrative Fiction

They live in a bright pink house, a very feminine color. The woman in the household have names pertaining to seasons. “These names span a time frame of both sowing and reaping, spring to late summer.” (Emanual, Catherine B. 2). Appropriately, August (a mature season) champions and befriends Lily providing the wisdom and security she so desperately needs. She gently guides Lily but allows her to find her own way. Under Augusts’ wing, Lily finally finds a place to nest. She

In the depths of the night sky, a moth flying in the streetlight leaves in petulant nature from the town of Northville. Streets of Northville, filled with the garbage and muck of human society,burns with beads of fire and haze from the old industrial complex. Men walk as though mutants, created by a crazed and intrepid scientist, wanting only for the equal thought of human minds. People of the old industrial town, full wittingly, walk, listen and are told by the government's full erroneous thought. The red, purple, and orange leaves fall to the yellow, detritus grass. The leaves although dead and droopy, fall into a spiral staircase of wind and un-precipitated water molecules, almost like a voluptuous dancer in a satin dress . A man of the

“Eyes closed?” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath skimming my cheek. “Yes,” I replied, but I couldn’t help but wonder where he was guiding me. However, there was no time left to second guess; his fingers were already eagerly searing to find mine. As he grasped my hand tightly, I could feel his skin again mine, papery and dry, but with a warmth that radiated through the crisp night air. As he lead me slowly forward, I followed, trying to gain my bearings. Leaves crunched beneath our steps, each crackle building anticipation. Wandering blindly, my heart raced with the adrenaline of our unknown destination. I could smell the thickness of smoke in the air, as if from a distant bonfire of chimney. The smell was familiar, and comforting in that way. Beneath the burning smell; a musty scent, like fall leaves left on the forest floor too long.

He quickly looked at the room where the redhead was currently in before snatching the lighted object and opening it. The text he sent back in reply for her was Oh hi! Actually my place is a bit of a mess, so how about I just meet you outside. It’ll be good to get some fresh air.

“You know... how... how...,” I said, stammering as I was doing my best to hold in a lungful of smoke as long as I could. After having finally let it out, the billowing smoke came accompanied by a small cough that I quickly got under control before asking her my question again and passing her back the joint. “You know... how did you get into witchcraft, and how did you meet my grandmother, and what’s the story with the bitches at

From her balloon perch Cynthia looked at the world laid out beneath her. The trees reached from her as though to tickle the balloon basket as she passed. The lakes and river sparkled and winked on the sun. The green above the grass looked brighter than Cynthia had ever thought it could. She gave a sigh to contentment. She wished that she could stay about her balloon

He struggled to get out beneath her sun warmed skin as she leaned near his ear and whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.” Her piercing blue eyes were like pools of extravagant azure that seemed to see straight into the depth of his soul, exposing all of the secrets of his true heart which were thought to been hidden. As she finished, her hand met his face like a brick to a ground of crumbled stone.

The creator named King Josh was very pure and could converse with animals and King Josh would visit with them everyday of the week. One day people of the village that King Josh runs asked for something sweet. So King Josh sent the bee to a tree in the village to built a hive. After the bee produced the sweet syrup the bees filled up containers full of honey for the people. They loved the syrup and asked for more, but the bee said i have no more to give for a while the bee said you will have to wait. The people of the village was not happy at all with the bees they were craving the sweet syrup. They went to King Josh saying we need more syrup!!!!! we need more syrup!!!! King Josh had to calm the people down and think real hard of another way

So, she formed a plan, she was going roll on the flowers early in the morning when the dew was still on the petals. The next day came and Jaybird gently lowered herself onto the ground beside the forget-me-nots. Everything was covered in a lite dew and as the sun started to rise everything had a slight shine to it. Her breath was taken away from the beauty of it all.

Jessica switched on her torch. ‘I don’t know how long this will last,’ she told the Gnome.

“Where is everyone!?” I blurt. I, for some reason, feel a presence watching us. An old man with lots of wrinkles and a shiney lavalliere around his neck hiding in the shadow of a building. “Please, show yourself and we won’t hurt you.” I offered.

“ No, I wanna explore the forest we always walk on the trail let’s try something new, ”Ramon said with excitement. “ Ugh, fine just this once, but let’s not take long. I hear crackling sounds like if something is burning. It sounds is coming closer to us it's scary.” I whispered with fear in my eyes.

The outside was still light, but the curtains were covered inside and the light smoke from the fireplace emitted a dim, strange light on the room, leaving dark shadows. Brantain was sitting in one of these shadows, and he was clenched and uncomfortable. Thanks to the darkness, he could comfortably direct his love-filled gaze to the girl sitting in the fireplace. The girl was so beautiful, she had a beautiful skin color for healthy brunette girls, and she seemed very calm as she stroked the silky feather of the cat in her lap. And occasionally, he looked glanced at his friend in the shadows. They were talking about different things, not what

The outside was still light, but the curtains were covered inside and the light smoke from the fireplace emitted a dim, strange light on the room, leaving dark shadows. Brantain was sitting in one of these shadows, and he was clenched and uncomfortable. Thanks to the darkness, he could comfortably direct his love-filled gaze to the girl sitting in the fireplace. The girl was so beautiful, she had a beautiful skin color for healthy brunette girls, and she seemed very calm as she stroked the silky feather of the cat in her lap. And occasionally, he looked glanced at his friend in the shadows. They were talking about different things, not what

Pale ink spills across the page, verdant wisps curled into figures. Bloodstains dribble and drop into the shapes of blossoms, thick in their coppery scent. The carpet below is stained a faint primrose. The leaves are elegant in their shaping, blue and smooth decsending into a darkened, dull sage. Fresh specks of crimson scatter the creation, the fruit they show shiny and ripe.