Prompt: A bee with majestic knees and a cat that wears only pajamas fight crime together.
The cat was taking the sort of nap that only cats can take, in the heights of a tree, shaded by its branches. The tree was one of the only ones around, for the cat and the tree lived in Headspace: a place mostly empty. What wasn’t empty was the small opening between two buttons on the cat’s pajamas. Out of that opening flew a beautiful bee with extraordinary knees. Continue reading
Author’s Note: This story was written live on stream with the audience bidding tokens (earned while watching) to determine the path of the story. The underlined phrases in the choice of three were the winning pathways. Stop by twitch.tv/blainearcade if you’d ever like to participate in our interactive fiction.
This adventure also started as a continuation of this story, which was written on stream as well for one of our viewers.
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There wasn’t a single thought in the empty husk of a head belonging to B’zz B’zozz. It was barely connected to the rest of her exoskeleton after all this time. There had been rain, tiny squatters using it as a nest, and industrious collectors snatching pieces here and there to enhance their décor a few stumps and logs away. Continue reading
Bzzz bzzzzz b’zzz’zzzz B’zzzzz’
B’zoooo b’zzzz b’z’z b’ooo
Bzzz bzzzzz b’zzz’zzzz B’zzzzz’
B’zoooo b’zzzz b’z’z b’ooo
Z’booo z’zzzz zzzzz
It waz B’zz’z favorite hymn. It came from the eighteenth hex of the zcroll of wild. There were many zcrollz, written acrozz the hive’z generationz, their wizdom bazed on the honey the dronez brought back. The zcroll of the wild waz written by one Z’Boz Bz’zz: a beautiful bee with fur yellow like corn zilk and brown like the underbelly of a bear. B’zz knew what zhe looked like becauze her portrait waz carved in a hexagonal cell along the back wall of the zanctuary, where mozt of the hive now ztood. Continue reading
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