ant

September 5th, 2011 | 245 Entries

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245 Entries for “ant”

  1. tiny insect that i cannot staand
    note: they HATe cinnomin if you ever need to get rid of them

  2. The last time I saw an ant there were three. And they bit my foot. 3 times. It itches to think about. They weren’t even red.

    by Amber on 09.05.2011
  3. i admire ants. they’re tiny. and everyone steps all over them and hates them and kicks down their little piles. but to them, those piles are enormous works of art. and they work together to build and rebuild. they live their tough little lives and never give up. why aren’t i like that?

  4. ants marching by dave matthews used to be one of my favorite songs, actually… thank you, oneword for rekindling my long-lost song-love :)

  5. I crawl, I eat, I center the entirety of my being to one infintiscimal point: a grain I see to build my house upon.

  6. The ant crawled up my walls. “They can do that?” I thought. I watched as it climbed without a struggle. As I stared at it some more, I wondered if they could get on my ceiling. What if they fall on me while I’m sitting down somewhere or laying in bed? That’s gross.

  7. Looking from my window I could see all the tiny ants walking on the sidewalks, among huge sky scrapers. Don’t they know there is more to life than rushing around like this? They only ever have one thing on their mind; money. I do not pity the ants on the sidewalk, I do not envy them as they scurry along with their loves never realizing the big picture. Sitting in my New York City office i laughed at the aunts, from the 34th floor on 46th street.

  8. The girl was playing outside and speaking quietly to the ground. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was singing to the anthill. What song were they hearing? “It’s Alright, Baby Blue.”

    by kasserawrites on 09.05.2011
  9. How did it get to this? It used to be that we didn’t need anything to have fun but ourselves. Now they used others to get them some smokes. I refused to join in; I didn’t want to. They tried to make me feel smaller than them, but it was impossible. I knew I was the smartest one there by a long shot.

  10. she was hopeless against the magnifying glass
    shoved up against her, making cherry stained shadows
    across the grass
    and she stared up
    at pinpricks of stars across a bloodshot sky
    and wondered what else there was to life
    besides the insignificance of being

  11. When I was little, I would pick up the slate walkway in my backyard. In the spring, there would be ants galore underneath these rocks. The ants would go here and there, carrying little white eggs with them, and sometimes sprouting wings. I would watch them be so busy and think about how there was a whole world under that rock.

  12. We were laying in the cool grass staring up at the clouds. The warm breeze whipped my hair into my face, he slowly reached up and pushed it behind my ear. Suddenly I felt a little tickle and saw an ant crawling up my arm, he lightly brushed it off and started drawing circles on my arm with his fingers. Just his touch sent an electric shock through me and made my stomach turn repeatedly. He was the one I wanted, the one I chose. I knew I couldn’t let anything come between us, not even a little ant. He was mine, and I didn’t want that to change anytime soon.

  13. crumbs like ants sprinkled your cotton cartoon t-shirt. i wondered how my aunt could have possibly given birth to something so naive and happy, simple and sweet. she sends you kisses from behind bars. she’s sorry for the bad dreams and the absent, helpless look in my eyes when you ask where your daddy went. he’s on the highway… and the garden… and the trunk…

  14. no b… hailing

  15. It took me long enough to realize how small you were. I’d see you from a distance, hear your laugh across a field, yet your love for yourself was as small as an ant. You’d please everyone else and make them laugh, but you’d just kill yourself inside, let them step on you like you were a small, little, insignificant bug.

    by Mary on 09.05.2011
  16. tiny. life is large for the ant. the strong ant. the strong one who thinks itself weak for those around her are so much stronger.

    by Maggie on 09.05.2011
  17. Marching straight along
    Find sugar-coated picnics
    Try to eat your fill

    by Emma on 09.05.2011
  18. The ant looked confused. I hesitated to kill it when I noticed how discombobulated it appeared. Where were its friends? Ants don’t often travel alone. I felt for the ant, but I also realized that it all came down to a “him or me” situation. At any rate, I chose me. Splat!

  19. Adam Ant. A travesty. But Jason kept sending her YouTube links to his old videos. She smiled and then cringed as soon as his back was turned. She had important things to do, life-saving things. Things she could never tell anyone about.

    That was what “top secret” meant.

    She only wished she could tell him the truth about Adam Ant, too, but some things were too difficult to believe. Like Adam Ant was actually an alien.

  20. I sat at the cementary, by your grave and i noticed ants, and it pissed me off, knowing its been long enough for them to make it there home.

    by Liz on 09.05.2011
  21. Sometimes I wonder about my place in the universe.

    I am not the most significant person in my family. My family is not the most significant family in my neighbourhood. My neighbourhood is not the most significant neighbourhood in my region, which is not the most significant region in my state, nor in my country. The very planet in which my country is situated is not the most significant planet, nor does it lie within the most significant galaxy.

    In the grand scheme of things, we’re no bigger than ants.

  22. Whaaa, what’s that ant doing on my foot? How did it get there and what’s it looking for? My aunt is slimming down for the approach into the shoe store, my lost ant finding his lost way into a store and slipping into some shoes, my aunt’s. She lent me let me borrow some shoes. That

    by Stimi100 on 09.05.2011
  23. You’re as small, as inconsequential as a dot, yet you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You’re so much stronger than you look, though, aren’t you?.
    The thing they don’t tell you about a dot is it can change your entire meaning, your life, and your world. You are far more important than you appear, I promise.

  24. mother’s sister always doted
    noted blisters in the sun:
    black beauties who,
    carving trails piling upon each other.
    discovering their treats, feasts
    leftover, crumbs aplenty,
    spent these hours
    inching
    flinching rarely
    barely noticing
    we, humans, who gave so much for their taking.
    funny, my aunt seemed to do the same.

  25. sometimes it feels like your an ant in the world
    worried about getting stepped on and simply finding neutrition
    but snts have feelings too
    do they fall in love?
    like me an you?
    does it last?
    does it hurt when they see what they are to the rest of us?

    by lauren on 09.05.2011
  26. Ants overran the place, the picnic had become a disaster. A war zone if you will. Everyone was screaming, in fear or war cries, and the mass had disbanded and the preacher was smiling, knowing it had been a success.
    “Zack Fair, good kid and splendid ideas… I’ll have to thank him.” The preacher sighed and took from his pocket a single vial that held the queen ant that started all the chaos.

    by abrabr on 09.05.2011
  27. The ant crawled up the small dirt hill and looked towards the darkening sky with sad eyes.

    “Why are you crying? Are you OK?”

    No answer came. Only the gentle wind that touched the ants face was felt and a rumble of thunder that roared in the distance.

  28. Climging down into the hill, Arnold couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing carrying this heavy load for some queen who couldn’t possibly remember him.

    Technically, she was his mother, but did she remember? Did she even greet him on the anniversary of his birth? No, she simply said, “Bring more food.”

    by Leticia on 09.05.2011
  29. I am but one ant among this mound. I have my job and you have yours, but every once in a while we share. sometimes I do your job and you do mine. We know we aren’t supposed to. We know we would get in trouble; but we don’t care. You do it for love. I do it for you.

  30. the sun beat down as the leaf seemed heavier and heavier with every step. “It’s not fair,” he thought, “that beetle’s aunt of a queen is a joke!” Uphill he went, and down as the world became darker and darker. then a sudden right, pass the nursery where crying carried through the whole chamber, then a left, heading up, until he reached the storage room. “What’s up, Bro,” Matt greeted him as he dropped the leaf from his back, “Hot enough out there?” “Why don’t you find out for yourself and I’ll stay underground and supervise.” was Pat’s hoping reply. “Nah, I think I have an idea.” Bruce said sarcastically. Pat sighed as he made his way back up the to the hill. Bruce just shook his head, Pat had been asking that since the day they had met. “Never gives up,” Bruce said to himself

    by Jillian on 09.05.2011
  31. what if an ant went into the it’s kitchen for a midnight snack, cereal to be exact, poured the box at a 15 degree angle, added milk, and found people crawling out?

    by Katie on 09.05.2011
  32. The ant climbed up the cupboard and scurried around scavenging for food. He spotted a crumb and made a dash for it. Before he reached it a shadow appeared around him. He looked up to see a young boy watching him.

    by BriBri on 09.05.2011
  33. Little buggers that never leave me alone. They could take over the world if they really wanted to. But all they’re concerned about is getting food and feeding their fat queen. I would have rebelled by now if were them.

  34. I FEEL LIKE AN ANT NOW. I FEEL SO SMALL, CARRYING A GIANT BOULDER. DAMN BIOLOGY! DAMN! I FEEL LIKE THE QUEEN ANT WOULD MAKE ME SUFFER EVEN MORE.

  35. Things that I can’t do, wondering about what I want and how close it is to what others want, and none of these words are ant even if they contain it. anti-establishment, I suppose.

  36. The ant crawls in motion with the universe, it knows it’s path, obstacles are nothing, it lives in the present, it is part of the whole.

  37. as i was running through the hurricane waters that were swiftly flooding my house, we fled all the way up the hill to papa’s house. i had to stop and turn back bc i needed to get something in the car and as i looked down i could not see the skin on my leg bc it was the ant colony had clinged onto my skin and all you saw was black

  38. Feeling like an ant whose thoughts could be read Jensen tried to think of anything at all to confuse any eavesdroppers. He had already made his plan and didn’t need to dwell on it any longer.

    “What’s on your mind, Jensen?” cooed the voice.

    “Wouldn’t you like to know,” came his slow, sly sounding reply.

  39. ants are the antethesis of elephants but have some common letters…busy and long memories are their differences

  40. An ant is crawling on my arm, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move; I’m too afraid even a breath will break this magic. It goes down my arm and crawls on to the page of the book, nesting on the words “Expecto Patronum”.