Ants - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
One ant is just an ant, but together they build homes that are as amazing as any cathedral. Ants together move in choreographed harmony, the actions of each helping the other. As a community they achieve, as a team they win. Each is separate, yet on another level they are united. There is an intelligence in their simplicity that enables such a basic creature to coordinate and cooperate. Should humanity ever cooperate on the level of the simple ant, we would launch into the stratosphere. As individuals we wallow in the mud, together we shine and reach for the blessed stars.
The ants move like water from an ancient jug, a single stream with divine purpose. Each of them is content with their purpose and Adeline watches them move with mechanical ease. They communicate without cell phones and cooperate for the joy of working as a community. There is beauty in that. Each one of them is reflected in her sea-foam eyes, their perfect limbs moving in unison. Then from the big house Gordon calls, "Time to come home, Adeline."
The ants flow across the concrete like an oil spill from my Dad's old Chevy; marching as orderly as any army with a column to the food source and one back again. I should just be filled with wonder I guess, that these insignificant insects with mush for brains can accomplish this task but I'm not. The day is stretching before me like a prairie road into the horizon and I can't be bothered to walk it. But I can't fast-forward time either. I want instead to go back in time to the day I told Dad he could stick it. Stick his chore list where the sun don't shine. I was expecting fireworks but all I got was ice. Then my electronics disappeared, my allowance was stopped and I have to get the bus to school rather than him giving me a lift. Nothing's going to change either 'till I figure out why he's so angry. So now I intend to mess with this column; break it with barriers, crush some of them, see if I can make them go in a circle.
The ants flowed around Sarah's foot like water at first but in minutes they were splashing over her shoes and heading toward her stockinged legs. They were nothing like the harmless black ones of home either. By comparison they were weaponized, armour plated with large sharp mandibles and robotic legs. They moved almost too quickly to be tracked and took offence with everything around them, including Sarah. Normally she would have run some time ago, but Tom was out there, searching, listening. One movement, one scream, one involuntary gasp and it was all over. She felt the sting of the ants through the nylon and they weren't stopping at her ankles. Her mind was on fire but she kept her limbs still until they reached her face, attacking her eyes, ears and lips. In seconds the air was rent with her scream, she ran, increasingly blinded deeper into the jungle. But in minutes warm hands were restraining her...Tom...
I didn't notice the ant-hill I was sitting on until the tiny red ants were swarming all over me. I jumped up and screamed, swatting them, brushing at them, anticipating the bites.
Powerful mandibles for grabbing, construction and defence, they are jagged edged, knife-like, pinching. Hard, armour-like exoskeleton perforated with spiracles for gaseous exchange, large compound eyes of hundreds of lenses working together to form a single image, three small simple eyes on top of head detect light levels. Elbowed antennae detect chemicals air currents and vibrations. Three body segments, head, thorax and abdomen, six legs attached to thorax. Colonies are like super organisms working cooperatively as one. Sterile female workers, one or more fertile queen, fertile males called drones.
Giant ants the size of double decker buses swarm over London, armour plated legs clack on pavements, over roads, over buildings, pedestrians seized in mandibles and crunched like celery sticks, buzz of queen ants flying overhead, swarm into underground stations picking people off like candy.
Giant bionic cyborg ant, mandibles like steel blades exerting 1000 psi (pounds per square inch), two immense compound eyes, hundreds of lenses swivel in unison, locating prey (you), super computer brain calculating parameters, configuring fight moves in a millisecond, six armour plated legs click on cold stone, stench of raw meat wafts from it's mouth parts, colossal head tilts to one side, strike.