The ant walked up the hill, feeling infinitely inferior, as usual. He sighed and forced himself to keep going, trying to ignore the heavy load on his back. Why should the queen get to sit around doing nothing anyway? Sam wished he could gather the courage to lead a revolution, something, anything, that would change the order of things. Just once he wanted things to work out his way. Just once.
I was sitting in the woods just the other day, daydreaming about the good old days of summer, when I felt a sting on on my left hand, looking around to see what had caused such pain, and intervention in my state of ecstasy, was no other than a big head ant.What on earth, was I thinking, for on closer observation, I had accidentally sat on top of an ant nest, what a shame.
victor walkes
Those vicious ants keep crawling in our classroom. It’s so distracting. It’s as if I’m in a dream full of chocolatey goodness and I am the protector of chocolates from thos evil, evil ants! Protect the chocolate! Save the world! Stop the ants from world domination!
The ant crawled across the room before it was eaten by the cat. It’s life was short and not so sweet.
neil
There is a home video of my sisters and I playing in our backyard when we were young, and when I see this word it makes me think of that video. My sister gets out of the pool and stands by the lemon tree to rinse off with the hose, but living in the desert, we had a lot of ants…She rinses off for 0.2 seconds then starts jumping around cause ants started crawling on her feet and biting her. She screams, “Hormigas!” Which is spanish for ants…I guess it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself :]
subterrean creatures, busy working underground. restless, fearless, inddustrious – these marvels of nature are might creatures despite their size. Observing these small insects is instructive – the ant will have the last laugh when we humans are gone.
Where this writing will go depends on whether or not the ant is red or black. If it is red then this writing will have a bitter, angry, and fearful tone about it. If it is black then this writing will have a warm, innocent, and mischievious tone about it. If it is red then I would say that it should be punished for the hours of painful itching and scratching it caused me after brutal surprise attacks while playing innocently in the grass. If it is black then I would say that I enjoyed watching it on summer mornings upon waking as it tried its best to get into my room through my window… So, this ant- is it red or is it black?
I hate it.
Small, black, and many.
There’s so many of them, creeping, bitting sometimes.
Even if there’s only one of them, that itchy feeling felt so real, dangerous, like it can fill up the holed on your body. Or even if it’s not. It feels like it can be absorbed to your skin, destroy you in the inside.
Ant
Something small that makes such a big difference to the world.
sarahsarahsarah
ants are small, and i often think about what it would be like to be an ant. perspective and all that shit. possibly art school drumming these thoughts into me? but it alo takes me back to the borrowers. so much of my childhood spent wanting to be one of them.
Ruby
I spotted an ant this morning on my toast. Then as I slowly looked around I saw one on my teachest. I wondered to myself where these little fellows had come from. I then turned around to see what I could use to get rid of the ants. To my great surprise I
Arianna
echoing in my head is the Frank song: who says an ant – can’t ( love the rhyme)- move a rubber tree plant…… I miss the States where everything was possible. But I lived there fifteen years ago and maybe it’s not true anymore. if America has lost it’s high hopes we must play the rubber plant song to them in elevators (See, I learned the language, not lifts but elevators, I went native you could say)
The ants marched and kept their formation, rolling over the hill of the discarded picnic. Forging for what they could discover to insure their families exsistance and survival.
I like ants, very interesting. They carry on walking, as if they are hatching some evil plot in their minds bringing the downfall of humans.
suriti
Ants are mighty powerful. If only we could carry three times our own body weight. Perhaps we can, but only emotionally. Such pests too! But maybe we are all just pests in someone else’s larger world. Bugs. Gross. What if they were human-sized? We’d be dominated for sure.
The baby was here today and he seemed fascinated watching as I cleaned out the yard. He just watched me and then his eyes grew big as he saw an ant crawling around. I guess he had never seen one and this one was putting on quite a show.
Did you see that? An ant just walked across the table! How on earth did an ant make it into the living room? I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do. At least there was only one ,,, I mean, don’t they usually travel in groups? Now I have keep an eye out for more of them.
I watched Lucy all morning…nose to the sidewalk, laying down, hopping up, running over to one flower and coming back. Curious little girl indeed. I wondered what manner of creature she’d found this time to occupy so much of her three year old time. She ran over and I could see she had something in her hand, big, pink and speckled with what looked like rather large pepper flakes in motion. Now I could see it clearly. She’d become the landlord to a colony of big black ants by meticulously transplanting them from the ground and the cracks in the sidewalk to the huge blossom freshly plucked off my prize peony bush!
Linda Carlson
The ant went up the hill and there he sat, in his own solace, solitude, contemplating where the others had gone. That blade of grass had been awfully heavy all on his onesome. Ownsome. Oh so lonesome. Ants have big heads. Antennaes are cool…that is wrong, that looks like I definitely wrote that incorrectly. THis reminds me of that Short Story website. How do they break it to people when they’re retarded? They probably dont do they. it’s probably better that way.
Nicole
The ant is the perfect example of a hard worker. I envy the ant. They are strong, motivated, reliable and works great in teams. I have never seen an ant give up. They are determined little insects that I as a human would never come close to the worth of an ant. Even in death, their body’s are so strong and they will fight till the very end. That is where I do not envy the ant. I would prefer one hard WHACK! and be gone.
The ant sat on top of the log, surveying the mass of land ahead of him. It was his first day working for his father, collecting nuts, berries and twigs. He didn’t know if he had it in him. If he would disappoint his father. Worry crept into his small head and all at once a leaf landed next to him. It was going to be a bad first day.
Kirsten
The ant was much bigger than an average ant, but the ant didn’t know that. He had lived alone his whole life, always searching for ants, but they were so small that he only crushed them under his insect legs and never noticed. He noticed the people, though – they ran screaming, mostly, and some hurt him with sharp things, biting things. So he kept away, in his sand hill in the desert, searching for companions he could never have.
I can’t believe you can just lie there and listen to me cry. Something isn’t right here
Alyson
“And all the world shall be to you that which I see it…swarming en masse with innumerable men and women seeking all the same path as one another to the very same conclusion.”
“And what is the conclusion that they wish to reach?” I inquired earnestly.
A small smile appeared, “If never you cease to inquire and know, in time, on achieving resilience in life, you will gain the wisdom of what even the smallest ant can show.”
tiny little alien, an unfamiliar intelligence with a determination to achieve…what, what the hive wants and needs, all obstacles will be met and battled in the light of this, funny little biological machines, turning turning, working working…..
georgie
An ant is a tiny little creature. It moves quickly and carries many times its weight. It loves picnics. Sometimes they bite. There’s big ones and little ones. They seem very involved with their work.
jodi
the tiny ant against the whole cement floor was like walking through the desert with no specific direction. the panicking ant straddles in circle and gets stomped on by the man in the gray suit.
“They’re biting me, they’re biting me,” yelled my friend’s teenage son as he ran into her room. She got up, walked with him to his room, found a trail of ants crawling up the box spring, and underneath the mattress to feast upon a pile of used condoms. Ant that some shit!?!?
Lizette
the ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. the ants go marching two by two, hurrah. the ants go marching one by one the little one stops to suck his thumb. and they all go marching down, to the ground to get out of the rain.
So small, so mighty, works alone, but is better with friends. Is that who you are inside? You’re okay with being alone, but you’re stronger in a group? Well, that’s everybody. We all do better with others than we do by ourselves. So I guess we’ll have to work together, you and I, trying to make our way through this life.
You’re all ants. Every last one of you. Just scurrying around trying to get your jobs done so that you can please your boss. Completely clueless to the kid with a magnifying glass watching you and trying to decide if you will be one of the luck little ants that gets to live. Never has it crossed your mind that all you will ever do is march around in a single line. Following the person in front of you because you thing that you have to until someone burns you down. Break free! Don’t just be another ant in the line because you never know when someone is going to decide you burn you down with a gigantic microscope. Be you!
In the grand scheme of things,e are all but little ants traveling a well ventured path. We go throughout our lives trying to find a purpose. But after it all, we end up fertilizer in the ground. How desolate.
Oh dear. I have always had a phobia of ants. Not even joking, just seeing the word on a page is enough to get my hyperventilating and the world goes spinning. I had to quit my first job because there were ants and every time I saw them I had a panic attack. It was bad.
taylor
Sometimes I look around and feel so small. Like an ant. Marching through the desolate stretch. Following a long predetermined path that somehow leads to an inevitable destination I have not yet become aware of.
NoelRandom
I’ve never had the heart to kill bugs and things. I feel so awful taking any form of life…. like… I always feel like breaking the little bugs is like breaking a human and I feel so sick when I do it. I’m told that once when I was very small I stepped on an ant, and bent down to “kiss it better” even though it was dead. I felt so dreadful stepping on him, I can remember the little ache in my little innocent heart if I think hard enough.
you creep and take what isn’t yours
stealing away my thoughts and dreams
putting me in places Ive never been
so sorry for this inconvenience
wrapped around your world like a suffocating silence
my heart raw and open
surrounded by the highest walls
lauren
dead ant.
i see it. i stepped on it. it died.
dead ant.
i wished to save it.
i couldnt and hate it.
goodbye ant.
brianna
i heard that an ant can lift 100 times it’s body weight? that’s amazing. why aren’t people able to do such an amazing task? i’ll tell you… it’s because we can’t be genius enough to invent wireless technology and lift enormous weight. everything has to be good at something or it loses it’s edge. it’s reason for being one step higher in the food chain.
The ant walked up the hill, feeling infinitely inferior, as usual. He sighed and forced himself to keep going, trying to ignore the heavy load on his back. Why should the queen get to sit around doing nothing anyway? Sam wished he could gather the courage to lead a revolution, something, anything, that would change the order of things. Just once he wanted things to work out his way. Just once.
I was sitting in the woods just the other day, daydreaming about the good old days of summer, when I felt a sting on on my left hand, looking around to see what had caused such pain, and intervention in my state of ecstasy, was no other than a big head ant.What on earth, was I thinking, for on closer observation, I had accidentally sat on top of an ant nest, what a shame.
Those vicious ants keep crawling in our classroom. It’s so distracting. It’s as if I’m in a dream full of chocolatey goodness and I am the protector of chocolates from thos evil, evil ants! Protect the chocolate! Save the world! Stop the ants from world domination!
The ant crawled across the room before it was eaten by the cat. It’s life was short and not so sweet.
There is a home video of my sisters and I playing in our backyard when we were young, and when I see this word it makes me think of that video. My sister gets out of the pool and stands by the lemon tree to rinse off with the hose, but living in the desert, we had a lot of ants…She rinses off for 0.2 seconds then starts jumping around cause ants started crawling on her feet and biting her. She screams, “Hormigas!” Which is spanish for ants…I guess it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself :]
Can’t write about ant.
Let’s build our own paradise together.
Like the ants build their shelter.
Cause i would like to share my future with you.
subterrean creatures, busy working underground. restless, fearless, inddustrious – these marvels of nature are might creatures despite their size. Observing these small insects is instructive – the ant will have the last laugh when we humans are gone.
Where this writing will go depends on whether or not the ant is red or black. If it is red then this writing will have a bitter, angry, and fearful tone about it. If it is black then this writing will have a warm, innocent, and mischievious tone about it. If it is red then I would say that it should be punished for the hours of painful itching and scratching it caused me after brutal surprise attacks while playing innocently in the grass. If it is black then I would say that I enjoyed watching it on summer mornings upon waking as it tried its best to get into my room through my window… So, this ant- is it red or is it black?
I hate it.
Small, black, and many.
There’s so many of them, creeping, bitting sometimes.
Even if there’s only one of them, that itchy feeling felt so real, dangerous, like it can fill up the holed on your body. Or even if it’s not. It feels like it can be absorbed to your skin, destroy you in the inside.
I just, hate it.
Ant
Something small that makes such a big difference to the world.
ants are small, and i often think about what it would be like to be an ant. perspective and all that shit. possibly art school drumming these thoughts into me? but it alo takes me back to the borrowers. so much of my childhood spent wanting to be one of them.
I spotted an ant this morning on my toast. Then as I slowly looked around I saw one on my teachest. I wondered to myself where these little fellows had come from. I then turned around to see what I could use to get rid of the ants. To my great surprise I
echoing in my head is the Frank song: who says an ant – can’t ( love the rhyme)- move a rubber tree plant…… I miss the States where everything was possible. But I lived there fifteen years ago and maybe it’s not true anymore. if America has lost it’s high hopes we must play the rubber plant song to them in elevators (See, I learned the language, not lifts but elevators, I went native you could say)
The ants marched and kept their formation, rolling over the hill of the discarded picnic. Forging for what they could discover to insure their families exsistance and survival.
I like ants, very interesting. They carry on walking, as if they are hatching some evil plot in their minds bringing the downfall of humans.
Ants are mighty powerful. If only we could carry three times our own body weight. Perhaps we can, but only emotionally. Such pests too! But maybe we are all just pests in someone else’s larger world. Bugs. Gross. What if they were human-sized? We’d be dominated for sure.
The baby was here today and he seemed fascinated watching as I cleaned out the yard. He just watched me and then his eyes grew big as he saw an ant crawling around. I guess he had never seen one and this one was putting on quite a show.
Did you see that? An ant just walked across the table! How on earth did an ant make it into the living room? I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do. At least there was only one ,,, I mean, don’t they usually travel in groups? Now I have keep an eye out for more of them.
I watched Lucy all morning…nose to the sidewalk, laying down, hopping up, running over to one flower and coming back. Curious little girl indeed. I wondered what manner of creature she’d found this time to occupy so much of her three year old time. She ran over and I could see she had something in her hand, big, pink and speckled with what looked like rather large pepper flakes in motion. Now I could see it clearly. She’d become the landlord to a colony of big black ants by meticulously transplanting them from the ground and the cracks in the sidewalk to the huge blossom freshly plucked off my prize peony bush!
The ant went up the hill and there he sat, in his own solace, solitude, contemplating where the others had gone. That blade of grass had been awfully heavy all on his onesome. Ownsome. Oh so lonesome. Ants have big heads. Antennaes are cool…that is wrong, that looks like I definitely wrote that incorrectly. THis reminds me of that Short Story website. How do they break it to people when they’re retarded? They probably dont do they. it’s probably better that way.
The ant is the perfect example of a hard worker. I envy the ant. They are strong, motivated, reliable and works great in teams. I have never seen an ant give up. They are determined little insects that I as a human would never come close to the worth of an ant. Even in death, their body’s are so strong and they will fight till the very end. That is where I do not envy the ant. I would prefer one hard WHACK! and be gone.
The ant sat on top of the log, surveying the mass of land ahead of him. It was his first day working for his father, collecting nuts, berries and twigs. He didn’t know if he had it in him. If he would disappoint his father. Worry crept into his small head and all at once a leaf landed next to him. It was going to be a bad first day.
The ant was much bigger than an average ant, but the ant didn’t know that. He had lived alone his whole life, always searching for ants, but they were so small that he only crushed them under his insect legs and never noticed. He noticed the people, though – they ran screaming, mostly, and some hurt him with sharp things, biting things. So he kept away, in his sand hill in the desert, searching for companions he could never have.
I can’t believe you can just lie there and listen to me cry. Something isn’t right here
“And all the world shall be to you that which I see it…swarming en masse with innumerable men and women seeking all the same path as one another to the very same conclusion.”
“And what is the conclusion that they wish to reach?” I inquired earnestly.
A small smile appeared, “If never you cease to inquire and know, in time, on achieving resilience in life, you will gain the wisdom of what even the smallest ant can show.”
tiny little alien, an unfamiliar intelligence with a determination to achieve…what, what the hive wants and needs, all obstacles will be met and battled in the light of this, funny little biological machines, turning turning, working working…..
An ant is a tiny little creature. It moves quickly and carries many times its weight. It loves picnics. Sometimes they bite. There’s big ones and little ones. They seem very involved with their work.
the tiny ant against the whole cement floor was like walking through the desert with no specific direction. the panicking ant straddles in circle and gets stomped on by the man in the gray suit.
“They’re biting me, they’re biting me,” yelled my friend’s teenage son as he ran into her room. She got up, walked with him to his room, found a trail of ants crawling up the box spring, and underneath the mattress to feast upon a pile of used condoms. Ant that some shit!?!?
the ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. the ants go marching two by two, hurrah. the ants go marching one by one the little one stops to suck his thumb. and they all go marching down, to the ground to get out of the rain.
So small, so mighty, works alone, but is better with friends. Is that who you are inside? You’re okay with being alone, but you’re stronger in a group? Well, that’s everybody. We all do better with others than we do by ourselves. So I guess we’ll have to work together, you and I, trying to make our way through this life.
You’re all ants. Every last one of you. Just scurrying around trying to get your jobs done so that you can please your boss. Completely clueless to the kid with a magnifying glass watching you and trying to decide if you will be one of the luck little ants that gets to live. Never has it crossed your mind that all you will ever do is march around in a single line. Following the person in front of you because you thing that you have to until someone burns you down. Break free! Don’t just be another ant in the line because you never know when someone is going to decide you burn you down with a gigantic microscope. Be you!
In the grand scheme of things,e are all but little ants traveling a well ventured path. We go throughout our lives trying to find a purpose. But after it all, we end up fertilizer in the ground. How desolate.
Oh dear. I have always had a phobia of ants. Not even joking, just seeing the word on a page is enough to get my hyperventilating and the world goes spinning. I had to quit my first job because there were ants and every time I saw them I had a panic attack. It was bad.
Sometimes I look around and feel so small. Like an ant. Marching through the desolate stretch. Following a long predetermined path that somehow leads to an inevitable destination I have not yet become aware of.
I’ve never had the heart to kill bugs and things. I feel so awful taking any form of life…. like… I always feel like breaking the little bugs is like breaking a human and I feel so sick when I do it. I’m told that once when I was very small I stepped on an ant, and bent down to “kiss it better” even though it was dead. I felt so dreadful stepping on him, I can remember the little ache in my little innocent heart if I think hard enough.
Small like the hands of a child
you creep and take what isn’t yours
stealing away my thoughts and dreams
putting me in places Ive never been
so sorry for this inconvenience
wrapped around your world like a suffocating silence
my heart raw and open
surrounded by the highest walls
dead ant.
i see it. i stepped on it. it died.
dead ant.
i wished to save it.
i couldnt and hate it.
goodbye ant.
i heard that an ant can lift 100 times it’s body weight? that’s amazing. why aren’t people able to do such an amazing task? i’ll tell you… it’s because we can’t be genius enough to invent wireless technology and lift enormous weight. everything has to be good at something or it loses it’s edge. it’s reason for being one step higher in the food chain.