As I walked through the winedy forest, I watched the wind blow through the reeds, and the water trickle through the rocks. I felt the mud squish between my toes. Then I looked up to see an ant hill, crawling with many bugeyed ants. I was so happy, I was finally home.
This is a story about an ant. And all the things that they would go through, and how they see the world through their perspective. I started writing this last year, even though I haven’t written very much at all. But, it came to me last year when I was at break, and I ran to my note book and jotted down my idea. I have not perfected it, or added more, but i think its a great idea for a story and would love to write more, I just haven’t had the time. And, I am working on so many different stories because new ideas come to me all the time, but I’ll be sure to update this and write much much more.
(i was wondering if anyone knew how to spell winedy? not windy. but like, winedy as in a winedy road, where it curves and stuff. if anyone knows please help, cuz no one here knows how to spell it and my computer isn’t being very helpful. =[)