So Bee Bee was ready, the larvae were on the way. She was worried about looking after new larvae; But now all female bees could grow up to become mothers in the hive, If they wanted to bee. So the brood could bee smaller And anyway… Humble wouldn’t want it any other way.
Bee Bee was with the man that she loved And Humble loved Bee Bee, oh so much! But he was always worrying too much And he couldn’t hide his true feelings; Like when he was nervous, or when he was in love.
The year is 7289. In the city of Vidence, one of the last great cloud cities, located at what people used to think was only a myth...the end of a rainbow, is Ocean Destiny IV, a short (5" 1/2'), twenty two year old (though often mistaken for twelve), VapoAbimigender (though looks somewhat female), Cyborg with large, downward turned, light blue eyes with double rows of long, thick, eyelashes, long, thick, straight, medium brown hair with wavy ends, pale skin, a slight unibrow, high cheekbones, rosy cheeks, and an entirely mechanical left arm/shoulder and left foot (both with a circuit board...
Our three-day trip to Nairobi on a flatbed truck takes us across Tanzania into the Serengeti grasslands. The hours pass as I watch people in the fields carry bundles of wheat on their shoulders. I watch the brown-skinned women carry their babies into thatched roof homes, to eat, sleep, and dream. As the day passes into dusk and I watch the dying red embers of the sun. At the Kenyan border, the customs man boards our truck to look at our papers but our attire is the focus of his attention. “You two look good in those...
Home at last; how I have missed you all. It has been so long since I was here. Many days have passed; Has it really been a year, Since we last set eyes upon each other? Oh wonderful home… Oh! Hello Queen Mother.
The Prince has returned to tell you of a future, Where we leave this land and head to another. I have found us a place to which we can migrate, Where the sugar is plentiful…our new home awaits.
We must inform the others of our decision to depart. Winter is approaching; it is time for our mission to...
a man went inside a cave in his mind. he came face to face with a gecko-headed dragon.
its fiery head alone was the size of a sixteen-wheeler, and its eyes were like great pools of iridescent oil slick. it stood towering over the man like a column of parthenon. its tongue slid up the side of its face to plop on one of its round, blank eyes, and disappeared back into its mouth-- a thin line across its entire face, reminiscent of a smile.
"who are you?" the man asked.
the gecko-dragon clucked once.
"you," it said. "you. you-ck. you-eck-eck-eck." ...
This is where you will nest Humble. Your own bedroom. Can I move the furniture? Bee my guest. This is your room. And you can do whatever you want to make it feel like home. Welcome to the family Humble; I have to go and bee a drone.
I will leave you in peace to get used to the place. Thank you both for all you have done for me in such a way. You are one of us now Humble. You will never need to feel as if you are all alone. You have a family now Humble and this will always bee your home.
In the pines, in the pines, There lived a bee who shivered the whole night through. His hair was dyed, his enormous size, Meant he didn’t have to listen to anyone and he ruled his crew, With fear and intimidation; He sought to bee the cause of social dysfunction.
The Blues-Bee was hardest to bee seen, When the moon was up in the sky. He would move between the shadows unseen; His reflection cast no light.
No soul, no noise, just endless nights. No smile, no toys, just one bad idea; it was time to fight. He had...