Moth And Bees: A Narrative Fiction

It was an effervescent lit night; the water glistened beneath the moon. The large oak was softly swaying as the wind seemed clout the branches, “Allie, be careful it’s getting gusty!”

They live in a bright pink house, a very feminine color. The woman in the household have names pertaining to seasons. “These names span a time frame of both sowing and reaping, spring to late summer.” (Emanual, Catherine B. 2). Appropriately, August (a mature season) champions and befriends Lily providing the wisdom and security she so desperately needs. She gently guides Lily but allows her to find her own way. Under Augusts’ wing, Lily finally finds a place to nest. She

I the moth is not what you expected. years of dust and forgotten memories scattered on my its wings, deep, disfigured scars running through its body. taught to follow the light; looking to the stars to lead it home, but somewhere along the way... the moth got lost. then it saw something; just a flicker at first, but it grew into a bright blinding light. the moth couldn’t stop itself the mystifying dance of the flames transfixed it, beautifully choreographed to trap the unwary.

Virginia Woolf takes the life of the seemingly insignificant lifeform, the daymoth, and expands it into a beautifully written poem-like essay. Rather than write simply concerning the phenomena she feels, Woolf symbolizes the moth as both the strength and futility of life and death. Her vivid narration style, energetic language, and the somber yet intriguing tone she uses, gives the reader deeper insight into the author’s fascination concerning the wonders of life and death.

Dillard also accomplishes to draw a strong parallel between herself and the symbol of this essay. As Dillard reads by candlelight, a “golden female Moth, a biggish one” flies into her candle, bringing itself to its own demise. Dillard closely analyzes this majestic Moth that has suddenly flapped itself to the center of her world. In paragraph five, after she has witnessed the Moth burn into bits and pieces, Dillard says “that candle had two wicks, two winding flames of identical light, side by side”. Dillard then begins to draw similarities between herself and the ill-fated moth. The moth was “golden” and “biggish” before she had flew into the fire, much like the writer that Dillard was like before she became a victim of writer's block. Dillard also draws a connection to religious figures in paragraph six, when she says “She burned... like a hollow saint, like a flame-faced virgin gone to God.” A parallel that can be

From her balloon perch Cynthia looked at the world laid out beneath her. The trees reached from her as though to tickle the balloon basket as she passed. The lakes and river sparkled and winked on the sun. The green above the grass looked brighter than Cynthia had ever thought it could. She gave a sigh to contentment. She wished that she could stay about her balloon

So, she formed a plan, she was going roll on the flowers early in the morning when the dew was still on the petals. The next day came and Jaybird gently lowered herself onto the ground beside the forget-me-nots. Everything was covered in a lite dew and as the sun started to rise everything had a slight shine to it. Her breath was taken away from the beauty of it all.

Jessica switched on her torch. ‘I don’t know how long this will last,’ she told the Gnome.

“You know... how... how...,” I said, stammering as I was doing my best to hold in a lungful of smoke as long as I could. After having finally let it out, the billowing smoke came accompanied by a small cough that I quickly got under control before asking her my question again and passing her back the joint. “You know... how did you get into witchcraft, and how did you meet my grandmother, and what’s the story with the bitches at

The outside was still light, but the curtains were covered inside and the light smoke from the fireplace emitted a dim, strange light on the room, leaving dark shadows. Brantain was sitting in one of these shadows, and he was clenched and uncomfortable. Thanks to the darkness, he could comfortably direct his love-filled gaze to the girl sitting in the fireplace. The girl was so beautiful, she had a beautiful skin color for healthy brunette girls, and she seemed very calm as she stroked the silky feather of the cat in her lap. And occasionally, he looked glanced at his friend in the shadows. They were talking about different things, not what

He quickly looked at the room where the redhead was currently in before snatching the lighted object and opening it. The text he sent back in reply for her was Oh hi! Actually my place is a bit of a mess, so how about I just meet you outside. It’ll be good to get some fresh air.

“Where is everyone!?” I blurt. I, for some reason, feel a presence watching us. An old man with lots of wrinkles and a shiney lavalliere around his neck hiding in the shadow of a building. “Please, show yourself and we won’t hurt you.” I offered.

The outside was still light, but the curtains were covered inside and the light smoke from the fireplace emitted a dim, strange light on the room, leaving dark shadows. Brantain was sitting in one of these shadows, and he was clenched and uncomfortable. Thanks to the darkness, he could comfortably direct his love-filled gaze to the girl sitting in the fireplace. The girl was so beautiful, she had a beautiful skin color for healthy brunette girls, and she seemed very calm as she stroked the silky feather of the cat in her lap. And occasionally, he looked glanced at his friend in the shadows. They were talking about different things, not what

Pale ink spills across the page, verdant wisps curled into figures. Bloodstains dribble and drop into the shapes of blossoms, thick in their coppery scent. The carpet below is stained a faint primrose. The leaves are elegant in their shaping, blue and smooth decsending into a darkened, dull sage. Fresh specks of crimson scatter the creation, the fruit they show shiny and ripe.

“ No, I wanna explore the forest we always walk on the trail let’s try something new, ”Ramon said with excitement. “ Ugh, fine just this once, but let’s not take long. I hear crackling sounds like if something is burning. It sounds is coming closer to us it's scary.” I whispered with fear in my eyes.