The Business Ant

Once upon a time, there was a little Red Ant full of dreams. The dream he wanted most was to start his own business building the biggest hotel for ants.

So, he started to work on his project. The whole colony thought it was a silly idea and laughed at him.

“Are you out of your mind!” said one of his friends. 

“Why are you building a hotel? We are comfortable enough where we are!” said another one.

“What’s wrong with that?” said little Red Ant. “It makes room for new people”

In spite of his friend’s jokes, little Red Ant went on his huge idea.

When the building was ready, a lot of ants suddenly arrived looking for a new place to spend their holidays. 

As soon as little Red Ant’s friends realized that his hotel was full, they were curious about it. So they decided to rent a room in there. 

“What a good idea little Red Ant has had!” said his friends. “This hotel is more luxurious than our austere colony!” 

As the days went on, little Red Ant became the most famous business ant in the colony. What is more, he was very proud of what he had done. 

Exquisite cadaver

It was a cold night, the streets were almost empty and unexpectedly I ran into him. It was a long time since I had seen him for the last time.

At first I couldn’t recognize him because he had changed a lot. His hair was shorter and he had wrinkles on his face. He was surprised as well. He told me that I looked the same. He invited me to have a cup of coffee nearby to catch up. We went to a little café on the corner of that block and we talked about our lives. We spent almost two hours talking until we realized it was very late but we looked at each other and decides to ask for another cup of coffee. After all the day was rainy and too cold. Nobody expected such tragic ending early in the evening.The destuctive wind blew everything down on its way and made the following hours and days unbearable for some people. Although the destroyed city is recovering its normal life, the way to my mother’s house was desolated after the tornado. As I was getting closer to the house it was even worse. I was really worried about my mother, but also about Pompi, my loyal dog.

Fortunately, when I arrive home I learnt that the building wasn’t damage. The walls and roof were in their places, but Pompi wasn’t there. As my mother was fine, I started to look for the dog. I walked all day long, but I couldn’t find him. I was desperate and very sad. Darkness didn’t help much and to make things worse it started to pour down. I had almost no hope. It was a cold night, the streets were almost empty and suddenly I ran into him.

Flash Fiction

“Plane crush: do we still have Paris?”
(Daniela Busto and Eleonora Graziano)

“I’m too hungry. There’s not enough food. Where’s Bobby?”
(Daniela Busto, Eleonora Graziano and Valeria Muscato)

“Jane: I need to talk to you, Mr. Rochester: Wait. I've got something to do in the attic.”
(Eleonora Graziano)

Balloon: -Careful with the cactus! –What cactussssss
(Gilda Álvarez)

-Tsunami! -Yeah, and I just washed my car...
(Gilda Álvarez)

We partied, we drank, ambulance please!
(Mariela Giribaldi)

A small house. Where is it?
(Valeria Muscato)

Mouse. Running. Hunting. Cat.
(Valeria Muscato)

Bring my dog back, twister!
(whole class)