Random Stories from the Hamster Wheel

The Bee's Knees

"Would you go out with me?" she asked as time itself came to a stop.

Twin ponytails, unusual to see those in teens these days. Groomed to perfection, her black silky hair fell all the way to her shoulders. She was closing her eyes with anxiety, waiting for the reply. The way she was biting her lips would leave most in a daze, perhaps even the lucky guy standing in front of her.

A column of light shone above them. A choir of angels smiled at them as the gods themselves gave their blessing. He will come to cherish her smile above his own, and give it his all to protect it. They will grow old together, and one day he will grab her hand as life escapes from her body. He will remember all those days when

"Rejected."

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She and her confession defeated, all that remained was to cry. However, the world had already turned once on its axis, and not a tear had the girl shed. Daydreaming about their son singlehandedly winning the world cup, the voice of The Heartbreaker would not reach her ears. No one moved, not even Blueberry. The air was so tense you could slap your knee with it. The Heartbreaker was impressed by the fact, and decided to try a little harder.

All during a dying sunset, behind the school gymnasium, with most students as public; Dave took out a single bee from his pocket.

"Fly. Fly! My old companion. Sting her; show her the bitterness that only unrequited love can summon." He was no longer looking at Maria, nor were his eyes set on our valiant bee. No. Dave could only look into the fading sunset.

"It's a plane!"

"No, it's a bee!"

"Indeed. It's a bee alright." The murmur of the students grew forever larger as everyone waited for the outcome. They were hiding in the bushes, on nearby trees, above the rocks, under the sea and even within the hearts of nearby maidens.

The wind carried a glister of faint hope, as our valiant bee was set on giving up life itself for the master, the one they called "The Heartbreaker," Dave. Full speed ahead, it left its earthly worries behind as it approached certain death.

"To this amounts the worth of your dream? Why are you so eager to throw away your life?" echoed a voice inside the bee's mind.

The bee hesitated. "That's beecause..."

"Don't try to justify it. Is this the bee you wanted to bee? What about that promise you made in the past? Weren't you supposed to beehave yourself and grow? Have you truly forgotten about you queen, Cassimir?"

Cassimir stopped dead on its tracks.

Just who was peeking into the past? Was this the voice of his introspective heart? Cassimir had been so blind, so selfish that only now he realized who was the target. Who was to be stung.

A Goddess.

The sweetest flower ever seen, blossoming in the prairies of paradise. The light was so blinding, the smell so charming; that Cassimir wept. Once locked behind the trauma he endured during the Wax Wars, he could finally share his sadness.

She raised her hand towards him; a peaceful gesture, an invitation. The golden legion of bees from the tales of yore swung around her in beesfull grace. The breeze waved her hair in impossible directions, and her eyes reminded him of the warmth of mother.

"Come Cassimir. Let's bee happy together."

"Yes. My queen."

They banished into the fading sunset. So did the bystanders, one by one, leaving Dave to his own devices.

Standing alone, solely with solitude as his sole companion, he froze still until the moon shone directly above him. He took a single slice of cheese from his pocket, and ate it.

"Heh." Dave mumbled almost smiling, "seems like I forgot to shower today."

On the night of the second spring following the absolution of jelly: Dave, the student, showered with all his might as if trying to run away from his flimsy past.