#trythis3.13

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The Bee’s Knees. (3.13)

A buzz buzz here and a buzz buzz there. I just like to fly around looking for flowers for my queen. Only the best will do. That tall red one over there. No the nectar is not sweet enough. Oh maybe that Purple one with so many things coming off of it. Hmm no I got that one yesterday. Oh my that white flower is moving. I wonder what kind of nectar it has. 

A buzz buzz I am flying to the flower for my queen. Only the best will do. Now with the white flower in my sights my queen will be happy. Oh what a happy day this is. If only my Sisters could be here for this momentous occasion. With a buzz buzz here and a buzz buzz there I made it to the white flower. This is weird this white flower is not making any nectar but it still smells very sweet. Wait the Sweet scent is not coming from the flower it is coming from behind the flower. Oh this is a very sweet scent but where is the nectar and what is with all this brown strands of stuff. It is making my job very hard to do and slowing down my collection for my queen.

Buzz Buzz Buzz. 

The next thing I knew is that I was no longer near the flower and for some reason everything hurts. When I try to fly It hurts so terribly. My wings must have been hurt somehow. Why is this loud noise coming for me and what is this large creature coming towards me. Oh how I wish I could fly I would give this creature a piece of my mind with my stinger. All of a sudden darkness surrounded me and that is when I realized I failed my queen. Soon enough I will be gone from this world. I just hope my sisters can find that sweet scent I smelled so the queen can be happy. Buzz Buzz this is my end. 

[gabem923]

The Old Car (3.13)

Here I sit, all day every day. It’s been nearly a year since I last moved; I sit in the snow, the rain, the baking sun, and the freezing cold. Each day is the same as the last. But wait, what’s this? My door, no, both my doors are opening. A man and a boy enter me, I feel something I haven’t felt in so long: my key! Oh how I missed it. The time has finally come, time to wake up from my long slumber and show these people what I’m made of. The boy issues my command, I’m already ready. Start the engine! 

Whoops, not quite enough. Let’s try again. The boy is turning my key once more, here we go! 

This is odd, something is not right. We try one more time... I can’t. Wait! Where are you going? Try again! I can do it this time. They won’t listen. They talk for a moment and walk away. 

I failed. My one chance to please them, ruined. Now I will continue to sit, perhaps forever, or perhaps I will be dragged to the scrap yard where I will be torn apart, piece by piece. It’s not fair! I didn’t have any time to prepare myself. Yet I tried so hard, and now I am so tired. 

Wait... They’re coming back! Now the man in entering the driver seat. Will he try to start me again? No, it’s no use. I can’t do it, I’m too tired... He’s not using the key, he’s doing something else. What is this feeling? I haven’t felt this since before I last drove... My hood, he popped it, why? Oh no, he’s going to punish me. He’ll do to me now what they do in the scrap yard. I don’t deserve this! 

I’m bracing myself, but nothing comes. Now I taste something delightful. Oil! I’m being rejuvenated. I feel energy throughout my old body. The key turns, I respond by instinct. My engine purrs to life. The time has come, the adventure begins. Where will the road take me?   

[sierra-writing-blog]

Try This 3.13-Brooks

I wave in the breeze on a hot summer day.                                                            Birds singing, crickets chirping, cicadas hissing.                                                    Cars come and go on the road from dusk to dawn.                                                A boy on a bike passes by.                                                                                  He takes on look at me                                                                                          and wipes his eye.                                                                                                   He rides away.

I am but a simple piece of cloth to many.                                                           The great annoyance of some in the neighborhood.                                              My colors wave bright, day and night.                                                                      A rainbow that needs no rain or sun to shine.

I am a community.                                                                                                    I am equality.                                                                                                            I am love.

[superduperhobojoe]

Cold Steel

Created for one purpose, used for nothing else. The steel is heavy. It is twisted and bent.

My parts are machined. I am loaded. The mechanism tested. The explosion loud.

Travelling far. My siblings look different, but we share a purpose. Our use is the same.

“Protection from danger” My owner justifies. I know what I am. My purpose is death.

[chattychimera]

Patience of Dogs

Hours and hours and hours.  Its been forever.

I lay, anxiously watching the door, listening intently.

At first, I was sleeping soundly in my bed before watching out the window, staring at the birds and squirrels for a while.

They looked like they were having such fun, chasing each other up and around the trees, I wish I could join.

But it’s getting darker outside and still they are not home.

I already ate all my food! And my water is getting low! 

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Did something happen? I knew I should have gone with them, what if they nev- wait.....

*door unlock*

“Hey boy, sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible today.”

Who cares!! You’re home home home!!

It’s all I think of as I run towards them, tail wagging, paws dancing, just trying to be as close as possible. The thoughts of being alone now long gone from my mind.

You’re home.

[pbcswrites]

The Adventure of a Shoe

Being a shoe is hard work! Especially if you’re meant for a kid. It’s even worse when you’re a pretty flat that’s only meant to be worn for special occasions. The story I have for you today is of the day I went on the craziest adventure of my life!

Now, I’d say it started like any other Wednesday, but that’d be a lie. Normally I’d be safe and asleep inside my own little cubby, but my girl grabbed me and put me on her feet. She was wearing purple socks with black stripes, if I remember correctly, but it’s been so long at this point I could be wrong. 

We were off to the place called ‘school,’ you ever hear of that? Oh you have? Yeah... It’s pretty boring... At least it was until recess! 

We were in this big area with a scuffed up wooden floor. My girl was running around a lot, and before I knew it, I was hitting kickballs left and right! My girl started jumping, and I could hear lots of screaming. Finally, another ball came my way. 

My girl stepped back, before running forward and kicking with all her might.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had this happen to you, but I swear I was flying. I felt weightless, and like nothing could stop me. While spinning in the air, I could occasionally see my girl with a surprised look on her.... Shoot what are those called? Faces? Well, that’s a weird name...

Anyways, she had a surprised look on her face, and as I started falling again, I started to see another girls face! She wasn’t paying attention, but I landed nicely on her face before going to the ground once again. I’ve never been so close to a face! You know, they actually look almost as weird as their name... Which leads me to another- 

What happened to the girl? I’m not really sure... I saw her disappear from the room, but that’s about it. Oh, looks like it’s time for me to go! It’s been so long since I’ve seen my girl and her family, and they said they’re taking me out to a garage sale - whatever that is! See, they even gave me this cute sticker, I don’t know what it says though. 

Well, I’ll see you shoes later! Thanks for listening to an old pair’s tale. 

[wronging-major]

bound by love

there’s dust suffocating my lungs and

proverbial bleeding heart

and three year old smears of yesterday’s dinner

from your fingertips to mine

and these creases in my jacket are only overshadowed by

the worry-worn hem

but I am only able to feel your thoughts 

not hear them because lord help the child that decides 

to give me ears

[eusmusia]

What is that?

What is this? Everything seems so large to me. Even that..thing over there is larger than me. Will it eat me? Will it lure me away? I know I can fly so I can get away. But that’s all I do. I fly. I fly. I fly. 

What is that? Will it eat me too? Looks about my size but many more legs. And fangs. Oh no! It will eat me!