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Hazel rattled the gate.
“Don’t do that,” her little brother scolded. “The bees’ll come.”
“The Beezle?” She mocked back. “Is that a monster?”
“No,” he replied frowning. “The bees in those boxes. They’ll sting us.”
Hazel peered at the cubes standing in the yard. Maybe they were hives. Maybe someone dressed in white coveralls and a mask collected honey every morning. She’d never seen them. Her whole life the place stood empty.
“You better just hush up or the Beezle’s gonna get you!”
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In the windowless basement of the abandoned mansion, as if manifested by a magic word, something stirred.
I enjoyed the premise that words have power to summon existence. Maybe
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Dear Carl,
I love a good play on words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oo, I liked the surprising place that went. Beware the Beezle! Now I can’t get Beetlejuice out of my mind…
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Big sisters will use every opportunity to tease little brothers… that was fun.
Spooky.
Ha ha! Reminds me of a Winnie the Pooh movie I watched with my daughter about the monster called the Bacson (they misread the words Back Soon). Nice story.
Thank you! I love Winnie the Pooh. Wonderful stories, no bad guys. (This one may not be so innocent….)
Those two better stop talking, or that basement my start filling up… and things might start coming out to meed their maker.
I love that word – Beezle. Smashing! And the thought that you can summon creatures with words. Great stuff Carl
Thanks Lynn!
My pleasure 🙂
I love the little girl turning it into “beezle”. But wait… could it be real? Nice one!