The golden bees shot their laser as men ran for cover. The weakened buildings crashed to the cracked road. I slid across the dirty road as a laser hit my leg. Numbness seeped into my leg. My friend tried to help me up but a laser darted through his chest. I heard a loud thud as he hit the road. A golden bee landed on him and flew off.
Blood slid down my leg as I crawled into a white building. The building was weak and the wallpaper was peeling off. I leaned on a dirty couch and took a deep breath.
Suddenly a swarm of bees rushed into the building. Stingers … already flashing red.
Hi Colin,
I like your story this week I like the way you used the prompt
Where did you get your idea from?
Keep up the good work
From
Niamh and Abby