The Murmur Of Bees Novels & Stories

With a resounding thud, the basement door was tightly sealed, leaving her trapped and helpless on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Slowly, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by the echo of innocent laughter that once belonged to her, mingling with the voices of her family members. She didn't want to be carried away from reality, but the pull of the past was too strong... "Clover!" Veronica called. "Let me help you with your ponytails. Come here!” "Okie!" Clover trotted over, her small hands pushing aside the tall grasses that obstructed her way. The melodic "chu-chu" sounds from her slippers resonated with each step, chasing away the insects crawling along the muddy s

Overcome with longing, Ethan slowly lifted his hand and lightly brushed his fingers against it. The evening cicadas buzzed through the cemetery when a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. “Your eyes are beautiful.” The figure in the photograph merged with a memory of a little girl falling. Leaning against the cold tombstone, Ethan felt a strange mix of sorrow and calm. “We had crossed paths so early on,” he murmured. Around midnight, a sudden thunderstorm broke out. He held the avalanche roses close, guarding them as if they were me. In his mind, he saw my pale fingers brushing past the flowers. He let out a bitter laugh. The Ethan who had lost his memory was a coward for choosing to run after

Outside, a faint buzzing sound drifted through the open windows. It was soft. Almost harmless. But it was t here. We both looked up at the same time. The buzzing grew louder. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just close. Very close. And then the lights flickered. Just once. And went out.

Just as Eva finished speaking, the beetle rose from her hand and started to make a buzzing noise. “Bzzzzzz………bzzzzzz……..bzzzzz”

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

“It’d be kind of terrifying if she’s been hearing everything we’ve said for months and just... can’t respond. All our conversations, all our arguments, all the stupid jokes I’ve made trying to make you smile...” If only he knew. I had been hearing everything. Every visit. Every whispered word. Every tearful confession and desperate plea. Every time Molly read to me from my favorite books. Every time she told me about her day. And every time she begged me to wake up. He hit play, and the melody flowed softly from his phone’s speakers. It was “River Flows in You” by Yiruma, a melody so beautiful it seemed to wrap around us like a warm blanket, cradling the silence rather than shattering it.

Like glass pretending to be open sky. The sound comes suddenly. Not a wave. Not laughter. A hum. Low. Vibrating. Wrong. I sit up sharply. The beach flickers. Just for a heartbeat, like heat distortion, but it’s enough. “Did you feel that?” I ask. They all look at me, confused. “Feel what?” Luca asks. The hum deepens. My head aches. The warmth on my skin falters, like a memory losing detail. Sand bleeds into white.

I cursed under my breath when my chest thumps loudly like before. You shouldn’t get affected! I lectured my heart who keeps beating loudly and fast. “Captain!” “Say yes to me Captain!” “Captain my panty just got drop because of you!” “Ah Captain!” Shouts and screams filled the area. I winced from the loudness of it. My ears are hurting from their shouts. “Captain is really in demand!” the announcer chuckled. “But I heard he already have his object of affection.” I pouted my lips then drop my eyes on my camera.

If Beatrice had been able to unscrew her eyelids for a second she would’ve seen Patience collapse against the sink unit of the Userkaf’s kitchen with her hands clamped to the side of her head, ineffectually trying to shut out the terrible noise. The sound had started when the lobster was coming to boiling point. Beatrice had placed the first creature into the steel pot when the water was tepid. As the water began to heat up, a small buzzing noise had both Beatrice and Patience looking around the kitchen for a wasp. Then the water bubbled and hissed and the buzzing noise seemed to morph into a single pitch, going from uncomfortable to agonising in mere seconds, immobilising both girls with it