The Bumble Bee. Life Writing.

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This is some life writing I did last year whilst completing A215 Creative writing with the Open university.

The Bumble Bee.

Is there a mystical force at work just outside my front door? I sometimes wonder. It’s the portal between reality and home and something always has to happen just as we cross its boundary. I’m suspicious when it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s a forgotten item; water bottles, coats and jumpers. Sometimes it’s the wonder of nature, the streaming rain or howling winds. Today it was a Bumble Bee, I didn’t hear the little wings flapping furiously in flight, or see its black and yellow suit of armour, but Emily did. She stood rooted to the spot, just there, at the door entrance, one foot in one foot out. Complete silence fell upon us as she stood un-moving, her arms out stretched, her face frozen into a position of fear.
‘Mum…

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

2 thoughts on “The Bumble Bee. Life Writing.”

  1. Wonderfully written and so intimate, I felt I was there walking behind listening with the biggest smile.
    Kids at that age bring so much joy, I know mine did, still do between spotty teen arguments. Thanks for sharing blossom 🙂

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