The Ant Project

So, one night my friend Jared AIMed me and asked me to write a story for a little project that he was doing with all of his writer friends... and this is what I came up with!

The Human

During sizzling summer days, when the sun seems to be working over time in warming up our planet, I like going to the beach. Although I’m going to end up wet from going in the water, and with sand in every part of my body, even in places where sand shouldn't be, I like to take my time to get ready and look decent at least before I get in the water.
Sometimes I think I care too much about the way I look. I know it’s just the beach, but I like to make sure my clothes are matching, well fitting, and this takes time to achieve. I’m usually late because of this fixation with my looks.
Today it’s no different. I get out of the shower and stand in front of my closet trying to decide on what to wear. But I know my friends are already on their way to pick me up and this puts a lot of pressure on me. To think that I will have a lot less time to put an outfit together for this beach day.
As I’m getting ready I hear my cell phone ring.
-Hello, hey Joe…
…Yeah, I’m almost ready.
I tell my friend Joe as I put my brown shirt on, which by the way was just the first shirt I could get my hands on.
-Yes, I just need to do my hair and put my shoes on…
…Because I want my hair to look good before I get in the water, duh! What kind of question is that? Ok, ok, I’ll be out in a minute.
It really puts pressure on me to know that Joe is right outside my door already. I still need at least ten more minutes to get ready but I know he won’t wait for me that long. He is so impatient. I don’t want to get left behind so I’ll just put my flip-flops on and get going.
There’s an ant on my right flip-flop. Oh, man. This is bad. Is it one of the ants from my ant farm? How did it get out? Why now? I’m late as it is!
What if I try to put it back in the ant farm and Joe and the rest of the guys leave me? I’ll just put it on and hope the ant is afraid enough by the shadow of my foot to move away and stay in here. I can’t let this ruin my day at the beach. I got to go.


The Ant

During hot summer days, when the sun seems to be burning our backs even more than it usually does, my colony and I like to find a better place for shelter and we work extra hard to gather food before the rain washes away our possibilities of surviving.
Although I’m a hard working ant, I sometimes tent to wander around a little too much. It usually get’s me in trouble but nothing I can handle.
Today it’s very different. We get out of our hole and start the trip to the kitchen. The colony I’m a part of seems to be going faster than usual. I stay a little bit behind checking out this fascinating glass house were there are other ants who seem to be working a lot less than my colony and I yet happier than us.
Let’s be honest, who doesn’t want to be happy? I know I do. So I stop for a little bit to look at them.
I really don’t realize how much this is slowing me down and how far my colony is. I could here my mom calling me “Remi, Remi, don’t stay behind, we don’t know this house”
But in my head all I can think about is being inside the glass with the other happy ants. I start fantasying about my life inside it, and suddenly I realize the colony is gone.
I start running trying to catch up; I can still trace their sent. As much as the glass seems like a happy place, I know I wouldn’t be happy if I was in there without my family. I can’t picture myself without them.
What is this shadow covering my whole body? It seems to be getting closer. Other ants usually tell stories of their close encounters with these kinds of shadows. I’ve even heard stories of ants that were never seen again after a shadow goes over them.
This doesn’t seem like it will have a good ending. I don’t think I will ever see my colony again. I don’t think I will get to tell them how much they mean to me or where were my secret stashes of bread crumbs.
I can feel the heavy weight on my back. It’s not like any piece of food I had carried before. It’s very heavy and excruciating. I know if I survive this I’ll never walk again. All my legs have lost movement. I’m having difficult time breathing. It’s useless to try and crawl from under it. My body is split in half. I feel awful, I have no more strength, I, I…