Pranav's Creativity

The ant was confused. Glossy pincers clicked anxiously as it trailed around a huge orb of red syrup, splattered on the floor. As it picked its way among the cold floor, sniffing and feeling the massive objects blocking its path, it saw itself reflected onto the surface of a triangular shard of glass. From the tiny ant’s perspective, the glass looked stuffed with rectangular eggs, translucent, with flecks of red seen within. The ant slowly backed away. It was familiar with this object - humans use it to store their fluids. But it was neither food nor home. The ant quickly moved away. Its amber body shuddered as one of its back legs briefly got stuck in yet another red bubble. This one was infused with a bit of black, as fragments of rotting skin suspended in the glob. Tiny glimmering balls glinting in the light above rested on the base of the hair in its spidery legs. The ant moved on. The tiny ant had 20 smell receptors all around its body, and all of them seemed to feel the s...

His eyes glinted in desire, taut skin crinkling with pleasure. Shrewd eyes roved over our boat, his imagination taking flight. “Aye mates, I see some gold there!”, he cackled. Behind the first mate, other pirates restlessly milled about the quarterdeck, glaring at us. “Ho! Give no quarter men!”, someone roared. Deep blue sea yawned around us, as we frantically sped across the water. Our merchant captain, a strong man in his bronze years, gritted his teeth painfully and hoarsely hollered orders. Furious waters crashed against our hull, spitting froth into the anguished sailors. A wee boy next to me crashed against the gunwale, unloading brackish bilge water into the sea. “Worm, get to work!”, the second mate bit at me, his face an artwork of undisguised desperation. Our merchant caravel, the Fortuitous, suddenly tilted to the right. The poor sailor next to me swore. The galleon chasing us was extravagantly eye-catching. A richly painted figurehead threatened us, adorned with handsome ...

Shocking red feathers dipped in black ruffled among the dappled green of the forest. Squawking throatily, the bird hastily took flight, trails of floating red feathers falling in its wake. The hunter clicked his tongue. Irritably, he swung his rifle back, and gathered his tools up from the muddy leaf cluttered ground. He wasn't going to get any kills today. Water the size of teardrops cascaded down shivering trees, clattering noisily onto the soft earth. Cacophonous shrieks of monkeys wailed off into the distance, the lively jittering of insects blurring his thoughts for him. The man sighed, put off, yet peaceful, and began his careful way back home. As dried leaves crinkled under his boots like wasted paper, etching into the mushy earth his haphazard way back, a low growl emanated from a bit beyond the bushes near the hunter. Like the beginning of predictable horror movies, the bushes shivered ominously, a black shape flitting from tree to tree. The hunter was irked. Wary eyes c...