November 30

Ben 100 WC

His bright figure loomed out of the gloom of the shadows. His nostrils flared as his bloodshot eyes stared my down. My accomplice bolted as the creature approached.  He sent a thorn the size of a tree into my shoulder from his bee like tail, his symbol of his ownership. The wound burned as blood trickled down my side.  In the deepest voice I could to make me sound superior through the horrific pain I defiantly screamed, “Do you know what happens to a bee after it has stung?  It dies!” At that moment a shotgun fired.  He came back.

Posted November 30, 2013 by baker2012 in category Uncategorized

1 thoughts on “Ben 100 WC

  1. Debbie Team 100WC Liverpool

    Wow, what a scary story! I liked your comic-book style of writing and thought you had a well thought out plot. I wonder what happens next?


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