Monika SMITH
Stories (10/0)
Buzzy Little Bee
I happened to be standing under a tree when all of a sudden a bee landed on me. My eyes widened as did my mouth. I wanted to scream but no sound came out. You see. I have always been told that I am highly allergic. I have been hospitalised due to a bee. It hurts many but can almost instantly kill me. I looked down at the bee as he walked up my jacket. Up to my shoulder he walked. Pausing momentarily to give out a little buzz. There he sat on my shoulder. For an hour he did not budge. I felt as though my lungs would explode and I held my breath for moments at a time. Wishing the bee gone but alas he just walked to and fro from my neck to my shoulder. Looking about as if he did not know where to go. I took a breath and said aloud. "Please leave me be. Your presence is not wanted. You happened upon my jacket and I would like you to depart. I don't like your kind." In that instant the bees buzz grew louder. As if he had been offended by the words that tumbled out of my mouth. He began to flap his tiny wings and left my shoulder. I thanked the heavens as my ordeal was now over. But relief soon turned to a prettifying peak. As he landed in my ear and he began to speak. "How dare you speak so cruelly to me. I am lost as can be. I could have perched upon a tree but with the wind at such a gust my legs couldn't grip the leaves. I would have been even more lost if this happened. I saw you standing still and found you to be. A perfect place for me to perch to find out where I was and if I could find my way home for as I said I am lost". I did in fact understand the bees dilemma as it was winter and the gutsiest of weathers had hit our small town blowing trees down. There was no electricity in town. The bee was buzzing loudly in my ear, nothing I could understand but he sounded mad. He crawled from my ear to the tip of my nose. I completely froze. He began to buzz and he began to dance. He wiggled his bum in an almost mesmerising trance. He smiled a smile. For across the mile. I could hear a faint buzzing. The sound of many bees making their way to me. I could not move. I felt as though the earth had swallowed my legs. Off in the horizon I saw them come. So many that they blackened out the sun. As they drew closer a tear I did shed. Why had I not helped the little bee instead. They came at me fast and thick. Covering me from the tip of my head to the tip of my feet. Days passed and still I did not move. The town folk came remarking how brave I was, what a spectacle to see. To see the bees that covered me. They took photos and reported on the news. Of the bravery I had to be covered in the bees. By day four I couldn't take it anymore. I began to cry. The bees scattered from my tears. The sunlight hit my eyes in a blinding surprise. My eyes adjusted and I took the chance. Of opening my mouth slowly. So I could talk. To the bees that had taken over my world. The bees also moved away from my mouth in fear that they would get eaten. I began to speak to the bees that surrounded me. "I am sorry I passed judgement on you. For a mistake someone of your kind made in the past. You're not all responsible for the others' actions. You have not stung me while you have been here. You have done nothing to hurt me while you have. You have been kind and kept me warm. My judgemental ways are all long over. I am sorry. I am sorry. I have learnt from my mistakes. Never again will I be this way." With that the bees fell silent. All of them stopped moving all at once. Then all at once they began to buzz. One by one they lifted off my body. A weight had lifted. Not only by their bodies but in my life a burden had been undone. The last bee to fly from me was my first little friend. He landed upon my nose and this time he bowed to me instead. I watched him fly off into the distance till he disappeared into the sun. I hurried off home with a smile upon my face. The experience was traumatic but I am richer for it.
By Monika SMITH2 years ago in Fiction
The Songs We Sing
Lazarus was a smart kid. Who’s Halo had begun to Flicker. He lived in The Blind House, surrounded by those with only focus on themselves. Every moment there grew Stranger By The Minute. He had met a girl who all had thought was Shallow & always along with her, Bonnie The Cat did follow. They called her the Black Dahlia, who had the Blackest Eyes. She gave him Piano Lessons which Anesthetized his soul with The Sound Of Muzak. This was The Start Of Something Beautiful.
By Monika SMITH2 years ago in Fiction
Imprisonment
He moves around the dusty prison yard with such confidence. All eyes occasionally glancing in his direction, the eyes seem almost lifeless as they look away and continue with what they were doing. The guards in the towers, look down on the prison yard, eyes darting from one side of the yard to the other. Guns at the ready, just in case someone tries to escape.
By Monika SMITH2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale Of Shadra-Lee
Stumbling home from a big night out filled with booze and plenty of drugs. Shandra-Lee began to dance and sing happily, dangerously stumbling onto the road as cars driving by honked their horns in disgust. Shandra-Lee just gave them the bird and moved forwards. She stopped briefly at a servo for a packet of crisps and to do another few lines in the toilets. She leant on the counter as the scruffy kid behind it seemed all too frightened, yet amused by what he saw. After a small conversation Shandra-Lee continued the remained of her walk home. She rounded the corner, out of breath and thirsty as hell. Her eyes blurred as she tried to find the front door to her house. She tripped over a brown cardboard box on the front porch as she went to open the front door. Luckily the door was unlocked as she had lost her purse hours ago...
By Monika SMITH3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing Through The Field Of Flowers
There is much more to life, you can hear it in the whisper of the trees. You can see it in those tiny blink and you'll miss it moments, that only the most observant see. You can construct the walls around your heart, but there will be a time for it all to crumble and fall apart. Those who experience rough and hurtful times, it will not last, your moment will come when you will finally be able to smile and feel the love in your heart that you have long deserved, just hold on the good moments will soon start.
By Monika SMITH3 years ago in Poets
Shooting In The Dark
I have been a live music photographer for a very long time and I have seen the music industry has been one of the hardest hit over the last year. There is so much uncertainty. There are days where you think you have work, and then at the last moment. The rug is ripped from underneath you. This means not only do all the bar/venue staff lose work, the photographers, the band, the security, lighting and sound guys. Everyone is impacted negatively for this.
By Monika SMITH3 years ago in Photography