This week’s 100 Word Challenge is inspired by our writing from the perspective of a tiny honey bee.
Remember – your entry should be 100 words, no more no less! Proof-read for SPaG slips before submitting!
I can’t wait to read them,
Miss T x
This week’s 100 Word Challenge is inspired by our writing from the perspective of a tiny honey bee.
Remember – your entry should be 100 words, no more no less! Proof-read for SPaG slips before submitting!
I can’t wait to read them,
Miss T x
Another day in my boring life and I had to do every thing in my curriculum. It was to clean the house and decorate for ‘beeloween’ it was the spookiest time of the year and everybody in town will come to celebrate in the hive’s biggest hall. Did I mention that the queen is coming! She is expecting the nicest decoration of the decade and I’m in charge of the decoration team but I was the only one in the team and I also have to cook because the chef got a cold and every other chef was invited to stay with the queen in a VIP room. Next on the list was to buy honey and other snacks that us bees like to eat.It probably took an hour trying to find all the fancy sweets the queen liked.
I stayed up all day yesterday trying to make it perfect for the queen bee but i think it’s ok now I’m gonna try to get sleep before the party.I got in my bed i was tucked in and gonna sleep and then i remembered that i had to lay out the table for dinner so i cooked my favourite chickenbee grilled in honey oil with a pinch of nectar.so then i felt complete that i have finished it all.My bed felt like it never felt before i have missed my nice warmth in my bed I was tired and then i heard a doorbell so i flew towards the door with red eyes and big eye bags it was the qhole town so i welcomed them in and everybody looked at me with a look that I hated but then we all partied before the queen came. two hours later she came and we all stood up and sang the national anthem then she said “what are you guys doing let’s party!” Its was the best party ever we all danced and had snacks and when it got to dinner we all sat down but then i smelt something that burnt my lungs i tought it was me but it wasnt then it got stronger and some bees fainted because the smell was too strong then the roof opened we saw a bright light then an alien like shape appeared and grabed the queen and everyone else…BEWARE THE HAND ????
Within the throng of my fellow workers, the atmosphere of the hive engulfs me. The sickly sweet waxy hexagons are packed with bees hard at work trying to impress the queen. Inside the gloopy depths, I struggle to push my way through all my golden brothers. The weight of the sweetly fresh pollen coating all of my limbs makes it impossible to do my job properly. The effect the hive has on us is surreal, but it is natural to all of us, we have been born here we have grown up here, we have never known any different.
Inside the hive
I was swerving my way through the colony the queen has called for me. I was going so fast and my vision started to blur. I started slowing down when I reached the Queens office. The Queen is wise; it’s like she knows what is coming. Everyone knows what happens if you disobey the queen’s rules you get banished. Once the Queen saw a bee, it was breaking the forbidden honeycomb, only the females could touch it to put honey and got banished to the outside world. However, the Queen told me something I will never forget.
Inside the hive everything was silent, flying through the waxy,sweaty corridor’s I saw the wounded bees lyi g on their death beds. The wax seals carpeted the floor and hkney dripes from the forever inclosing walls.This day would be remembered by the old and young; the day the hive was attacked by wasps .All our hard work had been wasted.A few hours ago the intruder alien faces had been the last some bees ever saw.They died for their Queen they were also born for this.The Queen was you d in her chamber crying in despair and muttering “oh my warriors,oh.”
Into the hive
Hexagonal cells full of gooey nectar panned out before me. The sticky, oozing honey ran down the walls, down into the deep depths below but I fluttered up towards the door watching the worker bees coming back laden with heaps of pollen ready to make honey. All around me I could see little bees drenched in the gluey mass of the runny substance so I went to help one by lifting her out and cleaning her off with my tongue. Butter sweet honey perfumed our home, with the smell of tulip, rose and buttercup among the unique smell of pollen.
As a working bee in the hive, you always forget about how life would be with ‘freedom.’ Through the honey ridden hallways, inside our confined home, I think what if? What if I had the chance to roam the immense, intriguing world? What if I had the potential to express myself among other creatures? What if I had the ability to live life, without chains holding me back? What if? I ask myself. But I know from the position that I’m currently in, that will never happen. Never in a million years. How foolish am I? This is my life.
Another day in the hive working hard throughout the hours and hours . And a couple visits from the beekeeper saying things as if something or someone has well gone , Gone to a place no one could ever see or even know how it would be. Well any way the hive is great we all love it here but we all now that days go past. Somehow I can feel there’s a but coming. In the hive every bees filling the hive with new fresh honey. But soon there will be to much of this honey .CRASH.death.CRASH.another gone.