The Forest Floor

It's midnight in the forest. Darkness surrounds me. I hear twigs snapping, leaves rustling. Something is following me. Panic swells as I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what? My foot snags on a tree root and I crash to the ground. Blood and dirt fill my mouth.

now tainted crimson, the forest floor stared at me with expectant eyes. seeing little haste, despite my pounding heart, i rose back to my feel. i jumped as a howl erupts nearby, and i snap my head back in alarm as fear coats my gaze. i run, suddenly stopped by

a family of snails i didn't want to step in. They went from one dead leaf to the next. I felt some twinkling on my legs all the way up to my knees. I looked down to find out they were fire ants, and I started peeing

into the Block by Elon Musk(!!!!!) Pee/Wifi drone and I called 911 on the notorious gangstas, the Fire Ants.

“Hello, 911. What’s your emergency?” I got antsy. “Hey, um, I have some info on The Fire Ants—” “The punk band or notorious gangsters?” the operator said, obviously sounding jaded. “Nevermind,” I finally said, since by the time she let me speak, I’d forgotten everything. Oh well.