Well, hello there!
I decided to pop on in here and add a story I recently wrote. I'm trying new things. As you all know, I've been working on a art workbook. I'll have more pictures soon. I'm still working on this one exercise. Recently, I added something new, hopefully I'll stick with it, to try to expand and ignite my creativity. I bought an e-book a while back. It gives you ideas to prompt a blog, a story, or just anything. A tweet, a meme, anything creative to get the juices flowing. So I grabbed one of the ideas and went with it.
The idea was this: You walk out on your porch and you find yourself in the middle of a swarm of bees. What do you do?
Here is my story:
by Rebecca Schlaeger
I stepped outside on the porch, excited to smell the rain. I love the rain smell. It had rained the night before, so I knew the ground would still be wet.
I could see out the window a few minutes before, so I figured this would be a perfect time to take a walk. The sun had come out, so I figured if it started to rain again, I might even catch sight of a rainbow.
But right as I stepped outside, it wasn't the delicious smell of rain or the sight of a rainbow that delighted me - NO - it was bees!
WTF! What's happening, I thought. There was a swarm of bees on my porch.
I wasn't paying attention when I left - all of my excitement was focused on my walk. As I closed the door and saw the bees - in that moment I realized I didn't have my keys. I left them in the house. No keys! Dammit!
Bees were still fluttering around above me.
OK! Please don't panic, I said to myself.
Bees can smell panic.
I glared up. They were honey bees. Okay - that is better than wasps. I squatted down low.
"Okay you guys. I'm not an intruder. I won't harm you. I just want my porch back."
I looked up and I couldn't see a hive.
"What are you guys doing? Passing through?"
There must have been over a hundred of them. I stayed down low, getting on my hands and knees, and crawled across the porch. When I got to the steps, I turned, very slowly, to look up again.
They weren't following me. That's a good sign. But I could see them. They were swirling around, looking rather confused.
I was less panicked that they didn't follow me. But wondered how I would get back in the house.
"All right, guys. I'm going for a walk. Do your thing but then get moving."
I took a long walk.
When I returned I saw half as many honeybees still swirling around the porch. I figured the bee conference wasn't finished yet.
I took a deep breath assessing my situation.
I remembered I left the back door open.
I climbed the side fence, scrapping my leg in the process. I tripped over a dog toy, landing on my knees. But I made it back inside.
I went to the window and looked out on the front porch. There were just a few honey bees left circling my porch.
"All right. Well I guess it's going to be an inside day for the rest of today."
I plopped on the sofa. I was tired. I watched the bees fluttering and flying outside the window. I watched them until my eyes began to droop and I fell asleep.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.