Airing the Past
With the wasps?" "...yes..." a small sneer, teeth showing. "well... to me, you're his replacement." "wha?" "heh... think about it. he was killed during the wasp attack. you were the cause.
I Dreamt Of Wasps - Chapter 5
#5 of i dreamt of wasps having waited months, working for the very institution he wishes to join, max is finally able to join the ranks of the academy, a prestigious institution which trains up magicians whose skills are highly coveted.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 50
There were voices above her somewhere, talking down at her, throwing words at her like wasp stings, but she couldn't understand what they meant, only that they hurt, that everything hurt, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it.
A New Life - Land of Magic Series - Chapter 7
The sand was like thousands of wasps continuously hitting their wings, and the wind made it hard to keep them in position. minutes passed, but the sandstorm showed no sign to end.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 150
Embers landed on her bare arms and singed her fur, stinging like angry wasps. charred pieces of canvass and burning leaves floated past her eyes, riding currents of hot air.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 3
Stories about how the wind had twisted the smoke into a hideous, growling face with thousands of teeth and one single eye, rising into the air, twisting and curling like a swarm of angry wasps... "- those things? ander?"
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 141
There were voices above her somewhere, talking down at her, throwing words at her like wasp stings, but she couldn't understand what they meant, only that they hurt, that everything hurt, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it.
1-5
"male wasps- never mind, it's bug stuff."
Raised By Wolf- Chapter Two
She could not fathom how someone like him, a typical wasp, could run an orphanage that was in the chinatown area of the city. presumably not because of his expertise!
2.6 - Body Language
Maybe it's the wasps. they don't like being bested. they've come to settle the score with me, once and for all. well, i'm a pure-bred wolf. i can fight them. fucking insects. destroying my planet! my ship! my life! the shadows intensified.
Writing Prompt #8 - "The Grove"
An archer, still concealed among the trees, nocked an arrow and raised his bow to fire, but before he could draw the bowstring back, a cloud of black wasps engulfed his head and stung at him again and again.
Surface: Doomed Planet-Excerpt 1- Marooned
"big ass red wasps", jacob said, "i got stung by those fist sized monstrosities like six times when i disturbed their nest." "what the fuck you do that for?", i snickered.