I watched in awe as the enormous fly-swatter hit the poor bee, sending it plummeting onto the oak table. We are supposed to report these incidents, but I had to get out of here. So, after the huge person left, I climbed up the table.
The dead bug lay there, lifeless. It was about as big as me. I saw the bee’s hive out the window, on the faraway oak tree. If I brought their friend back to RIP, they might let me live with them. I wrapped the bee in cloth so I could pull him along, and began my long journey to a better life.
I like this story holly! You have really captured the emotion, sadness and message in just a couple sentences. Because of your simple paragraph, it is easy to read and I can see the scene just because of your first sentences! Really amazing!
It is really detailed and amazing.
Wonderful story I love the end ‘began my long journey to a better life’ keep writing