Three bees bow low in respect to the Emperor. He lay exhausted. Broken and dusty were his wings, the once bright colours muted with edges now tattered and torn. He had been blown off course by a great tempest, far away from his beloved Queen. Yet the bees would not leave him to die alone.
The wind calmed, and the Emperor took his last breath. Aged wings closed for the last time. An army of ants came and carried him to the shade of the old oak, where he would rest eternally and become one with the earth.
Today is the start of Camp NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I am using it to try and get my mojo back for writing. I have a couple of novels in the pipeline but with my full time job and extra hours I lost my creative streak so I am trying again. Sadly I only managed 270 words today but it is a start. The aim of the main November NaNoWriMo is to get the bare bones of a book 50,000 words Camp is a mini version.
Here is my progress if anyone wishes to take a peek http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/ss-rose-english