DAILY BLOG BY BELLA

31/3/20

Queen Bee

SENTENCE CHALLENGE

‘as a

swirling, grey fog mischievously crept its way between the trees.’ Is personification

because fog can’t really be mischievous.

SICK SENTENCES

Bees went around the

forest, filling the foggy air with their sound.  

 STORY STARTER

It was late into the evening when the magic happened.

The forest was the perfect place for a story to unfold.

A sense of mystery filled the secluded wood, as a swirling, grey fog mischievously crept its way between the trees.

After days of waiting, her transformation was complete. The Queen Bee held one of her many children in her outstretched hand; the moment she’d been waiting for had finally arrived. She got up from the log she was sitting on and swept about the clearing opening the cages the rest of her children were trapped in and only when they were all buzzing around her did she prepare to address them. 

“Now,” she spoke with a voice that was silky and smooth but tainted with bitterness and anger, “we, we are able to get revenge, after all these years,” her golden hair gleamed in the dawn light a stark contrast to her black dress.

So, as the sun rose she led her band of bees over the horizon.