Sunday, 23 July 2017

Plain Jane

Chuck gave us a link to INSPIROBOT. I scored a great little saying which was funny at the same time; and I thought to mixed it into a nice little story.


“Plain Jane Super Brain!”
The kids in high school can be really crappy can’t they? The things they come up with are downright shitty; and yet, when you don’t retaliate they get worse.

The taunting rants.

The accidentally-on-purpose shoves in the halls.

Being ostracised from one lunch table to the next over time, until you end up sitting over in the corner on your own picking at your food.

And my name isn’t even Jane – it’s... oh does it even matter? Of course it does... it’s Romany.  Where they got Jane from is beyond me.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes... Plain Jane.

Shit, where’d that come from?

The popular kids saw me wearing a nice cashmere sweater one day with pearl earrings I received for Christmas, and the next thing I knew I was being called Plain Jane Super Brain... and the image that comes to mind is a mousy quiet little blond girl who carries books in her arms scurrying from one class to another, wearing Coke Bottle thick glasses and wearing shoes which look like they come from the 1960’s with a dress style which screams that her mother tells her what to wear every day of her life.
I see what my mother lays out on my bed for me as style suggestions; it doesn’t mean I have to wear those exact clothes; and fortunately, I don’t. Mum does go for the nice pair of Levis but that’s about it... the rest of the outfit is all me, right down to the hair style and the smidge of make-up I wear on the eye lashes (that if I don’t put on I look like I’m sick).

But, it didn’t matter.

The popular kids took one look at me and were judge, jury and executioners...

They shoved.

They ostracised.

They bullied... and I did nothing.

I moved around the cafeteria until there were no more tables to move to; and eventually I went outside and walked along the long halls filled with kids I had zero interest in.
And you know, it’s because I haven’t said a single word to anyone yet.

I have been at this school for two months and haven’t talked to a single teacher about anything.

I barely answer any questions in class.

I haven’t made a single friend.

This is because nothing in this school interests me beyond learning what I need to and getting the fuck out of here.
So, when I pushed the doors open into the near-empty basketball court that wet Autumn day, and found a group of other kids standing there, I wondered if they were just like me.
I wondered if they had been judged and pushed out of the ‘inner circle’ by those stuck-up popular kids who aren’t going to get very far in the outside world.
I wondered...
“Hi, Romany.” One of them walked to me, a smile pulled up half her face as dark hair hid the other, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
She looked around the large building behind me before she answered, “Because you haven’t said anything here and yet you were judged by everyone in there.” She gripped my shoulder until it almost hurt, “And we like that about you.”
She turned and regarded the group, “Okay... she said okay... wow.”
“I’m Regina... and we’re going to make your world today.”

The rest of my day passed by at the usual rate, but I didn’t get shoved so hard in the halls. Teachers didn’t call on me in class either – which I was quietly relieved about, because I didn’t like speaking in front of other people.
But Regina wanted me to meet her at the park that night, if I could make it.

I said I’d see if I could.

My folks were stunned to find I was invited somewhere and I actually said yes! And of course they let me go to meet up with ‘your little friends!’ and gave me a phone to keep in touch.
“Be back by 11pm, okay, you have school tomorrow.” Mum gave me my favourite leather jacket that she somehow knew I had bought last year (jeez, she’s going through my room now?) and I was out the door, down the street and out to the park.

My main worry was if this was a huge joke on me.
Were these people part of the popular group who were picking on me at school?
Would I get there and Regina and her ‘pals’ be a no-show and I’d be laughed at tomorrow for showing up in a creepy park at 9pm?



Is there...?

So many questions raced through my mind that I didn’t know whether I should have been going in the first...
“Hey you made it!” Regina called from the darkened swing set with her group. She ran over smiling. This time her hair was fully off her face, and she was pretty. She looked me up and down, “You had your doubts?”
“Well, don’t. You’re gonna be fine. And we’re not what you think.” She walked me over to the rest of them, who appeared to be quiet and yet looking as though they were expecting something – or somebody – to show up, “So, what do you think, Michael? Would she be a good candidate?”
A taller Hispanic man approached me, “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”
In some way I felt... some weird peace about what he said as he looked into my eyes and moments past as he stared, then looked away, “She’s perfect.”
“For what?”
Michael looked over at me, “You’re about to turn into a weirdo. Oh yes. A weirdo. But don’t worry, you’ll be okay. You’ll be protected.”
“What?” I started backing away, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.
Regina smiled, “The moment I saw you, I knew you were perfect for him.”
“Him... who’s him?”
Michael smiled, “I’m an Archangel; and I need a new vessel. Unfortunately, this one isn’t faring too well and you are much stronger. But I need your permission.”

I didn’t see my life improving.

School sucked.

I had no friends.

My folks love me, but...

I looked at him, “Can you make sure my family is safe?”
He nodded, “I promise.”
“The answer is yes.”  Michael caressed the side of my right cheek and an immense light filled my vision – filled the park – and I was sharing my mind and body with Him.

Oh yes... I’m going to be a weirdo alright. Exactly how I’m going to explain this to people is going to difficult.

Friday, 14 July 2017

Just A Quick Word...

For the time being, you guys will find that this blog will not have a consent form on your way into it.

Today, I found that it wouldn't let me in when I used it. 

After much trial and error, I contacted Google/Blogger and have yet to receive a reply from them about the glitch in this blog's system. 

So.... anyone can read this blog. 

I'm really not comfortable about this due to the content on this blog - it's not for kids, it's for adults. 

Thank you for your understanding guys.


Sunday, 9 July 2017

Hotel California

Chuck has had a dream (I know this sounds familiar, but stick with me), and he kept hearing/seeing 'There's No Exit' in the dream. He's asked us to use the phrase in our story.


"Just sign away your soul right there.” He joked and handed me the pen.
We laughed as I signed on the dotted line on the bottom of the lease, looked up grinning, capping the pen and handing it back, “Well, then, when do I move in?”
“Within the next two weeks.” He and I stood almost at the same time, shook hands and...

... my life started to end from there.

My friends helped me move into the most perfect condo we’ve ever seen. The whole place was picture perfect. The gardens were so neat and tidy, it looked as though it was straight from the brochure – and it probably was for all I knew.
The neighbours were too nice to be truly happy; I mean, they just couldn’t be that happy – could they? Always smiling, waving and cheerful, they always had such wonderful things to say. They were always doing something great in their lives.
There was never a down side to their existence.
I dismissed it from my mind and unpacked, settled in and had a small housewarming party with my mates. It didn’t go late, and some of my friends stayed over on the fold-out because they had a little too much to drink.
It was nice to have people in the house on the first week of my new home. It helped me feel less alone in this; as I had just been dumped by my girlfriend and she made sure a good lot of my friends took her side of the whole thing.
By that night, my friends had gone home and I was still unpacking the rest of my gear with the television going for noise and a bit of company. I put on a dvd of my favourite television series and pressed ‘play all’ on the remote and left it alone when I got a knock at the front door. On opening it, I saw a man there, “Hi, can I help you?”
“Yeah... I’d like to introduce myself.” He smiled in the light of my porch light, “I’m Luke.” He grinned, “I’m the site manager here at this place and would like to welcome you here.” He pulled out a clipboard and a pen - which looked very familiar - from his pocket, “You are, Devon MacIntyre, right?”
“Yes.” I nodded, “I’ve just moved in.” I turned, stopping the player, “Was my party a little noisy? I kept the music down until around 9pm and then we came inside.”
“Oh, no, you were great.” He grinned, “Everyone thought you were good about that. We just didn’t know you were going to have guests.”
“Well, Billy fell asleep on the spare bed upstairs, I didn’t want him driving home tired; and Andrew and Cissy took the fold-out in the lounge because they both had too much to drink.” I frowned, “But who stays in my house hasn’t got anything to do with you.”
“Sure it does.” He said, “Don’t tell me you haven’t read your lease yet.”
“My lease? Aren’t they all pretty much the same?”
He burst out laughing, put away the pen and stowed the clipboard under his arm, “Oh, never mind! You’ll get around to it eventually! You have a good night, Devon.” He turned and walked back down the path from my house, into the darkness. I heard the click of my garden gate and his footsteps echo away into the eerie silence of the complex before I closed the door and turned out the outdoor light – which I hadn’t turned on in the first place.
The first thing I did was open the drawer in the hall stand, pull out my lease, sit down and read it.
There was so much in it which I hadn’t seen in any other lease before; like for example the amount of people who are permitted to stay overnight in this place – no more than two souls.
“Souls?” I whispered wondering exactly what I had gotten myself into. I picked up my mobile and called my Dad asking him to come over and look into this for me – after all, he was a retired lawyer.

He sat back from it, looking up at me, “And this is the first time you’ve read this?”
“I thought all leases are pretty much the same.” I said, “And you told me they were.”
Dad ran a hand over his tired face, “I thought they were, right up until I read the thing about souls and damnation.” He flipped through the pages again, “And it keeps having ‘there is no exit’ at the bottom of every page. I want to know if you signed with anything in particular.”
I snorted, “You mean in blood, or with a particular type of pen.”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“The pen... I saw the same pen in the hands of the real estate agent and the site manager.” I said.
“What’s the site manager’s name?”
“Luke.” I turned from making coffee, “Oh shit... Luke... Lucifer.”
Dad groaned, “You’re imagining it. You didn’t sign a deal with the devil.”
“Dad, this place is too perfect. The gardens are exactly like the brochure. The neighbours a so cheerful and wonderful, it’s sickening. I have yet to see any children running around here – and I’ve been here a week.”
“Why children?”
“There’s a pool and a playground in the centre of this place, but nobody makes a sound. I work from home and have been walking around the place and it’s as though I’m the only one here.” I leaned against the counter.
He looked at the bottom of the lease where the real estate agent also signs the lease, “What did you say the name of your real estate was?”
“I didn’t.”
He looked up at me, “Well, his name is Luke as well... but there’s a last name too.”
I sat at the table, looked down at the name at the bottom of the last page:

‘Luc Ifer.
Purgatory Villa Estates
666 Hell’s Highway
You’re Screwed
There’s No Exit’ 

Saturday, 1 July 2017

The House Nobody Built

Last week, Chuck got us to put up 5-word titles... just one each. This week, he picked out 10 and we got to pick out which one we liked.


My back is hurting me as I sit in this old kitchen chair.

Both my arms and ankles are tied down hard.

I’m gagged.

Heavy footsteps sound around hallway behind me; but I don’t turn.

I learned last time not to.

My wound has clotted but it still hurts if I look at it – so I try not to.

At least I still have nine fingers left. I don’t know what they did with my other one.

But let me tell you how this started out:

Halloween... my friends and I were out and about roaming the streets having fun and enjoying ourselves. We came upon this house. It’s been on my street for as long as I can remember; and yet it always looked as though it’s never been lived in.

The gardens are always well-kept.

The lights come on at night.

But I’ve never seen the gates open for any cars to enter or leave.

So, this year, my friends thought it would be a good time to dare me to have a closer look. Being a local to the area, I said no. They called me a coward, and I stuck by my guns and still said no.

So, Tricia volunteered to go in.

That was at sunset.

By the time the street lights came on, she hadn’t come back. We tried her phone and it went to voice mail.

Melony went in next. 

She squeezed through the bars of the gates and ran up to the nearest tree, where we watched as a dog came out of nowhere the tore her to shreds.
I threw up my dinner in the gutter as we both heard her final screams cut the air and Felicity sat huddled by my side crying.
“Well, what about you?” she hiccupped.
Wiping my mouth, I turned to her, “Are you nuts? Tricia hasn’t been seen anywhere, Melony’s dog meat. And now, you want me to go in?” my guts squeezed involuntarily again, but this time I stopped from being sick again, coughing slightly, “No way am I going into that creepy fucked-up house. And have you noticed that name of that place?”
She turned and looked at it: “Oh... Nemo. Like the movie about the fish.”
“Don’t be stupid.” I said, “In Latin it means nobody... that’s nobody’s house. So...”
“Oh man, that’s creepy.” Felicity shuddered as she began to rock, “But I don’t want to go inside there.”
At that moment, we heard Tricia at the gate, “Guys. Where’s Melony?”
I stood shakily, took Felicity by the hand and we walked over to the gate, “Um... didn’t you hear the screaming?”
“Yeah... oh... oooh!” Her eyes widened, “Shit!”
“Come on, it’s time to leave.” I wiped my mouth again. The slimy feel of vomit wouldn’t leave my lips, and I felt light-headed; and I was sure Felicity wasn’t going to last much longer standing up, “Let’s go.”
Tricia smiled, “I’m gonna stick around. This place is interesting. I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
“Tricia, you’ve been here for five hours.” I tapped my watch.
My friend smiled at me through the huge iron gates and I knew something just wasn’t right. This wasn’t the same person who left us at sundown. She had what I called The Cheshire Cat Smile. It was that kinda smile which carried no feeling, no soul, no message of friendliness – it just told you that what was about to happen was going be so fuck-up ugly that you’re were going to have huge problems explaining it to the cops.
This was the smile Tricia had on her face: The Cheshire Cat Smile.
Felicity knew I called it that, but... “Oh shit, The Cheshire Cat Smile.”
“Where’s a cat?” Felicity asked.
I looked over at her and she really didn’t look that well at all. What happened next occurred so fast, I almost couldn’t believe it. Tricia reached through the bars, grabbing my friend by my side by the neck. She slammed her against the gate a number of times until she was nothing but a bag of bones on the footpath.
“Oh fuck! Felicity!” I didn’t know what to do. I almost reached out to touch her, but stopped. Her eyes were wide open. Her neck was snapped back – doubled over her shoulders – and I fought to not be sick again. Every bone in her body had been snapped into a dozen pieces... and the sickening part of it was that I had heard them all go like twigs. When I remembered to breathe again, I looked up at the gate to find Tricia standing over me.
I remember thinking: ‘How did she get through the bars without me hearing her?’ before darkness quickly descended upon me.

This brings me to now.

My back hurting me as I sit in this old kitchen chair with both my arms and ankles are tied down hard.

I’m gagged.

Heavy footsteps sound around hallway behind me; but I don’t turn.

I know the person walking around isn’t Tricia, because she was killed in front of me as they tied me to the chair.

I’ve spotted all our phones on the kitchen table – along with a plastic container filled with other mobile phones and devices in it.

I’m just another intruder to this place...

To the house no one built.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Laughing Lights

This week, Chuck's email is late... or it's not arrived. Either way, I thought to go back to last week's choices and pick another title. 


Late, late at night, is the time –
Usually after midnight –
When everyone is fast, fast asleep,
Is when the laughing wakes, wakes me up,
And I go, go to the window and look outside.
Into the darkness of the night, night, I see
The lights of the garden where there were none

Curiosity gets the better of me, me
And I tip-toe past down the hallway in my slippers,
Past my parents’ door, down, down the stairs,
Out to the back garden where the laughing, laughing
Is louder, louder and sweeter, sweeter
Than before.

Little, little hands pull me into their games,
Their dances, dances, and twinkling music,
And it’s fun for hours, hours on end!
Then, I wake up and I’m back, back in bed and
Mum is shaking me awake, asking why my slippers
Are wet.

For a long time after that first, first night,
I go and see my friends in the garden,
Where the laughing lights are every night, night
After midnight when everyone is asleep,
And their music starts, and they begin to laugh out
At me to come downstairs,
To join them.

One morning, I brush, brush my hair to find my ears
Aren’t the same, same as they used to be.
They are long, long and pointed!
Quickly, I hide, hide them with my hair as Mum comes
Into my room, room asking if I’m ready for school;
Like nothing is wrong.

Little, little things like this keep showing up,
And I keep, keep going out to the laughing lights
Late, late at night to dance, dance with them all
In the garden, in the rings of lights until dawn,
Until I go, go back to bed, keeping my secret
Like they asked me to.

Then one night, I wake up and there’s no, no more
Laughing or lights from the garden.
I look, look out of my bedroom window and find
Nothing but darkness in the garden, garden.
Running down, down to where my friends were,
I look, look for them!

“They are gone, gone.” Mum’s voice says behind me.
I turn crying as they don’t understand how nice, nice they were.
“Dad, mowed the lawn today and they went away.” She took my
Hand, hand and took me inside back to my bedroom,
She tucked me into bed, and left on my night light.
I cried myself to sleep.

Summer came, came and I was woken again by laughter
After midnight and I rushed to the window to see them all
There waiting for me.
I ran down, down to them and they greeted me happily.
My parents were behind me as the fairies of the garden
Took me away, away and let me live, live with them.
Just as they, they were going to let me do

This time, they didn’t give my parents a choice, choice
This time, the lights wouldn’t return,
And I knew, knew they’d let me stay with them
To dance, dance,
To sing, sing,
To be a young, young child


Sunday, 11 June 2017

The Secret Gift

Chuck gave us a list of titles to pick from and asked us to make it fun and easy... well, easy? Okay, fun... it's a different kind of fun. 


She opened the door and there was a basket sitting on the top step with a blanket over it. Hesitantly lifting a corner of it, Lizzy found the basket empty.

She looked around the street.

There was nobody around.

There were no kids snickering in the bushes nearby.

So, where did this basket come from?

Pulling out her phone, she took a photo of it and called her friend – a warlock – who’d be able to tell her what was going on. He asked her to text the photo and when she pulled up the image of it, she saw a dog looking at the camera.
“Oh my god.” She called him back, “Denny, I have a Hell Hound.”
“I’ll be right there.” He said.

They both sat out the front with the basket in front of them. He looked at her, “How did you figure it out again?”
“I took a photo of the basket, called you and then went to send you a photo and saw the dog in the photo.” Lizzy said, “You remember when you fixed up my phone to see other-worldly things? Well, it worked.”
“Just as well it did.” He said, “That basket looks empty, but through the camera on our phones, it’s not.”
“What my main question is who would leave me with a Hell Hound?”
“Yeah, I was about to ask that too.” He frowned, “Hey, you better call your Mum, make sure nobody in your distant family didn’t die; leaving you secret gifts... you know... like this guy behind.”
“Oh, jeez.” Lizzy pulled out her phone and made a quick call, walking inside as she did, then came back just as quickly, “Denny, my Uncle Luc died. When he knew he was about to die, he sent out gifts to his distant relatives – including me – and hoped we liked them. None of us knew he was going to die; not even him.”
“So, what do you do with a Hell Hound?” he asked.
She shrugged, “I don’t know. They’re bred to take souls and you can’t train them; even if you do get them as puppies.”
Denny regarded her, “I think it’s time you and I called on a demon and asked exactly what to do with this little guy.”

The graveyard was foggy and they felt as though they weren’t alone as they walked past all the headstones – the markers of death – with the basket in a wagon behind them. They also brought along with them the ingredients to call a demon forward to talk.
“Who in Lucifer’s name called me... oh it’s you Lizzy.” His eyes turned from black to hazel as he took on his human form.
“Don’t bullshit me. Uncle Lucifer is dead.” She said throwing a thumb over her shoulder, “And he sent me a Hell Hound in his death throws.”
Denny sighed, “So, exactly what does she do with this thing? She’s not a demon, she’s not a human... she’s part of society and yet still part of your world... so how does she fit into this story?”
The demon looked at the wagon as the basket in it creaked and moved, “Well, I have to say, he’s looking lonely and is wondering why you haven’t touched him.”
“There’s a reason why I don’t touch him... he’ll eat my hand.” She snapped, “Why did Uncle Luc-ifer sent me a Hell Hound?”
The demon gave her a smile you would give a young child, “You see, Lizzy, he gave a secret gift, what you do with it is up to you... but I would bond with it before somebody else does.”
They turned and glanced at the rocking basket and wagon, then glanced back, to find the demon gone. Denny groaned, “Dammit, I knew we should have trapped it.”
She walked over to the wagon wondering if it was going to be all that bad if she had a Hell Hound for a pet, “Denny, do you really think it would be so bad to have this guy as a pet? I mean, if I just treated him like a normal dog, it wouldn’t do any harm, would it?”
The warlock turned from cleaning up his gear, “Listen carefully, Lizzy, we have to be careful in what you do with dog. He’s not a normal dog, okay?”
“Okay.” She sighed.

Days passed and she did her research on Hell Hounds. The collected souls, they couldn’t be treated like any other dogs on Earth or Hell. They were bred for evil-doings. But the one thing she couldn’t find was anyone to train him.
So, one day, after feeding him his breakfast of one of the neighbour’s cats (the old biddy had about fifty of them – so she wasn’t going to miss a few of them), Lizzy wondered if she could train the dog. She pulled out her phone, turned on the camera and found his head, “Man, you’re getting big, aren’t you?” she reached out and scratched behind his ear.”
“Aaaww... Lizzy, I was hoping you’d do that.” She stopped, turned and saw her Uncle Lucifer standing behind her.
“I was told you were dead.” She moved next to the Hound as she felt him sit by her side and she turned off her phone.
“Come here boy!” he called to the dog, “You’ve done your job. Time to come home.” The Hound licked its chops, leaned on Lizzy and sounded content where he was, “What did you do!”
Lizzy grinned, “I’ve been showing the Hound affection. He’s a nice animal once you get to know him, but you don’t seem to understand Hell Hounds. They enjoy the company of people who live with a foot in both worlds – like me. We’re not too human, and we’re not too evil, which suits them just fine. And seeing your dog thought you were dead, he bonded with me.”
“He hasn’t taken any souls... it’s what he’s bred for.” Uncle Lucifer sneered.
“Well, it kinda depends how you train a dog. Just because a dog is a fighting breed doesn’t mean you have to make it fight... you can teach it love and affection. Hell Hounds can be the same; but you have to be weird enough to be their owners first.”
“You’re not good enough to run Hell.” Uncle Lucifer stood over me.
She smirked, “That’s the thing, you’ve put out the message that you’re dead. So, who is running Hell? It seems you’ve left your post and the next in line to take your place is me – seeing you sent out the secret gift of a Hell Hound – to take your place. So, enjoy being a mortal. Take care of yourself, eat well, sleep and no, you can’t get away with killing somebody without being trapped in prison.” Lizzy turned to the Hell Hound, “Come on boy, we have work to do!” The Hell Hound followed her to the front door where she opened it to find two demons waiting for her along with Denny, “Come on, Denny, we’re gonna have some fun!” she turned to the demons, “Oh, and keep an eye on him will you?”
“Yes, Our Queen, we most certainly will.”
Lizzy took Denny’s hand, “It’s time to make a difference in Hell, but first, let’s see what he’s done to Earth first, and do something about that.”
“I’ve always wanted to travel.” Denny smiled.

Saturday, 3 June 2017

The Hive

Chuck has us talking about Invasions this week - seeing his book 'Invasive' is out in paperback now. So, I thought to do a Flash Fiction about a huge paper wasp nest I have in my yard... but not from the POV you'd think!


We had to go somewhere; and the trees were no option.
We were kicked out of our last place a month ago.
The pipe wasn’t too bad and we had to build the nursery somewhere close to warmth but under cover as well – and this was perfect.
Nobody was going to bother use; and yet, we were up high enough to not ... who is that?
“Guard!” she shrieked.
“Yes, your Majesty?” I asked approached by her side, looking where she was from her chamber.
“Exactly what is that?” she demanded pointing.
“I am not sure. Do you wish for me to inspect?”

I took another guard with me, just in case things became complicated. I gave specific orders to inspect, not attack. We were out of the main entrance within seconds and flying down to the intruder who had shown up in the grounds of our new place.  They turned and stopped in their tracks, watching us carefully as we watched them.
“Oh, hello there.”  A female voice was soft, yet nervous. She stayed still as we circumnavigated her; finding she was no threat, we didn’t do anything to make her move away from the place. Slowly, she looked up at where we lived, where our Queen lived, then started to walk away from us.
“Let’s follow her at a distance. I want to know where she came from.” I said.
“Then we attack!” the guard snorted.
“No!” I stopped him, “I was given strict orders to not interfere with this one – to observe and see who it is. We could be living in her place – not the other way around.”
“We are superior to all!” the other guard buzzed loudly.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the fence, running him through, killing him; my last words to him: “We are not superior to all. We obey our Queen, and I am your superior.” I dropped him amongst the grass and left him to rot.
Looking over at the female, I noticed she had come back into the area with something in her hands. She raised it up, tapped a large ... oh, she took a photograph. I have seen this before. Humans are fascinated with these objects and love taking photographs of themselves – but not this one. She took a photo of... I must get back to inform the Queen!

“She took a photograph of where we were instead of herself? What kind of Human are we looking at?” she asked, “And where is the other guard?”
“I am afraid I had to use force to stop him from attacking her.” I said, “She posed no danger to us; and yet he wished to harm her, Your Majesty.”
“I see. You protected her because you felt it wasn’t right to harm a Human?”
“When we approached, she stood still and let us look at her. She looked at us and was nervous, and didn’t swat at us like other Humans have.” I replied, “I do not think we will be having problems with her. However, I’d like to go and see why she is here. She seems to be around here a lot.”
“Very well. You may.”
I turned and left my Queen’s chamber – alone this time – and ventured outside into the warmth of the day where the Human was in the garden again.

This time, I watched her from a distance.

She didn’t do anything unusual.

She cared for the garden.

She pulled the weeds and mowed the lawn, then took a photograph of her flowers and plants.

Then, she walked into a wall. 

This seemed unusual until I inspected further and found she had walked through a large door and inside a place. I looked through the window and found she lived here in this large clay hive we had thought was abandoned.
I reported my findings back to my Queen immediately.

“I see.” She finished what she was eating and sat back; the stew prepared by the staff left for a moment, “So, somebody lives in the place we thought was abandoned?”
“I don’t think she minds us being here. She seems...”
“Seems?” my Queen glared at me. I was in trouble for judging somebody who was not one of us, “Did you inspect her living quarters?”
“Yes, my Queen. I peered through the windows, and she has lived in the clay structure for some time.”
My Queen went back to her stew, “Well, what do you think we should do?”
“If we are not annoying her – and she is not bothering us – nothing. I think it wise that we can both live with each other in this space without destroying each other’s peace.” I suggested.
Pushing her bowl away, she dabbed at her mouth, and sat back, “So do I. But do keep guard on her at times as the seasons change; and it becomes cooler.”
“Of course.” I bowed, “We are much more vulnerable in the colder seasons; but I doubt she will do anything to jeopardise the peace between us – unless you wish her to sign a treaty?”
She rose from her table and walked to the window where the Human was placing a solar-powered light inside a potted plant. My Queen’s features softened as she turned, “No. I think you are right. She will not harm us, not until we are finished here.”
“Very well, my Queen.” I bowed low, “Do we need supplies for the nursery?”
Sitting, she sighed, “Always!”

I left by the main entrance, taking a few workers with me to collect more food for the colony. It was time we stocked up for Winter; and from what I’ve heard through the walls around here, we are building another wing onto the new nursery to the western side.
Yes, we needed more food before the seasons turned bitterly cold – much more food now the hive was growing bigger. But seeing a bird or two had begun to destroy some of our home, it was also time we started looking for another place to live.

This was part of my job as well.

But I must say, this was the best place we’d been for a long time.

The Human was nice.

The food around the place was plentiful.

The weather wasn’t too bad.

And the view was perfect from the drainpipe.