Sci Fi
The Metal Bees
My gran was the last of our family to see a honeybee. She said they were beautiful, little fluffy beams of sun always busy, their hums the soundtrack of an April afternoon in the blueberry fields. When the honeybees had all died, their visage laid to rest on a long list of extinct specimens of the 21st century, the government didn’t miss a beat in launching a solution – BeeX1. The project was lauded as an amazing feat of technology, a victory of human ingenuity – millions of little diamond-shaped titanium drones swarmed the acres of Washington cherry tree orchards, the swaths of Texas broccoli fields, and the stretches of apple tree land in Michigan. My gran had a potent distaste for the metal bees, as she called them, but she had little choice when a man in a suit dictated renewed terms of her contract for leasing the land. No metal bees, no more Kellington Family Farms.
By Amy Fredrickson4 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias4 years ago in Fiction
