Fame is a bee. It has a song. It has a sting. Ah, too, it has a wing.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul–and sings the tunes without the words–and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) was an American poet. Little known during her life, Dickinson has become to be regarded as one of America’s most respected poets.
Today’s memory changes up a bit. Instead of a previously published poem, here is a short story from May, 2019. It is an example of micro fiction (with 115 words). Enjoy!
A famished black bear rummages through the thick, overgrown forest. His endless appetite resembles a midnight thief raiding the fridge for a sweet tasting snack.
His ravenous mood brings him to an ancient tree trunk, containing a large opening. The tree might as well display a flashing sign: HONEY!
The bear’s sweet tooth needs to be satisfied, but before he can explore further . . . a warning signal vibrates through the inside of the tree.
The colony of honeybees has been notified that an intruder has arrived at their honey factory: HONEY ALERT!
A swarm of bees flies into attack position. The lead striker says, “We have the target in sight.”
GO! GO! GO!
Here is a micro short story with a length of 115 words. I was shooting for about 100 so I missed the mark by a little bit. Tell me what you think. Should I write more of these types of stories?
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A famished black bear rummages through the thick, overgrown forest. His endless appetite resembles a midnight thief raiding the fridge for a sweet tasting snack.
His ravenous mood brings him to an ancient tree trunk, containing a large opening. The tree might as well display a flashing sign: HONEY!
The bear’s sweet tooth needs to be satisfied, but before he can explore further . . . a warning signal vibrates through the inside of the tree.
The colony of honeybees has been notified that an intruder has arrived at their honey factory: HONEY ALERT!
A swarm of bees flies into attack position. The lead striker says, “We have the target in sight.”
GO! GO! GO!
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