"I am not torturing the little bee!!"
he gave me a glare that told me that i was doing exactly that to the yellow jacket. i sighed, getting watchful looks from his two best friends. One of them thought that i was either very brave or stupid to be handling a hornet in my bare hands without protection. the other gave me a look, one that i couldn't identify the emotion. the bee walked over my hand, at least until i grasped it by the wings with a piece of paper. A smile on my face as i denied his warning of torturing the little thing. I pressed gently feeling its exoskeleton under the paper. Too much pressure on the paper and i would crush the little bee, but i was applying enough pressure to cause unbearable pain on its wing muscles. I watched it wiggle letting up on pressure with the paper. it crawled out, looking slightly agitated and frightened. it flicked its wings out and flew past me as my friends argued over stuff that pretty much made no sense to me.
"you see? i let it go, i wasn't going to kill it."
"but you were torturing it, you're not gonna have a good soul because of that. you're not supposed to get enjoyment out of torturing the little bee, or its death."
"But its fun!"
"don't you want to go the the same place as i am when you die?"
"i don't care, its fun."
I scoffed at my friend, caring less. i looked back where i seen the bee, wishing i didn't let it go.
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Totally random crap
ActionRandom story bits, all over the course of this year and upcoming. unless some gets some good replies, i will choose to make them actual stories by themselves. not much to say about it, besides to read it yourself. nothing to really make of it.... yo...
