*You walk into the next room, and are awestruck by the size of it. You look around, taking in everything that you see. There's a large bed, a small desk with a few leaves scattered on it, what appears to be a shower off to one side, and a bunch of personal items on the shelves that line the room. You just then notice the bookshelt that has a few stories on it. Being the curious person that you are, you walk over to the shelf and gently pull a book from it. You drop the book, startled, when a young female ant wearing a crown on her head walks into the small chamber. She smiles when she notices her guest.* Hi there!! Welcome to my chamber!! I see that you found my library!! Please feel free to read any of the stories that you find drifting around, but please put they back when you're done!!! So far, I only have one here, but there is much more to come!!!! *she smiles and leaves*
Too Late To Tell You
By Sara Curtis AKA Lily Ant AKA Atta
This is a poem I wrote when I got bored. Although it IS about Flik and Atta, you really can't tell. It's not for a ficcy or anything, it's just here.
