Spider’s Spinning Session
Crawling on the walls, and spinning my lace, I obtained this dwelling.
Spooky Writing Prompts, Humor
Crawling on the walls, and spinning my lace, I obtained this dwelling.
I walk among the flowers of death, spinning my web of white lace desiring and picking my subjects that my kind has loathed since the dawn of time.
Oh, how I love crawling on the walls, seeking out vulnerable and decadent prey who will be trapped in my cobweb, my cobweb of deceit and filth.
HA! I shall get what I want and NO one will stop me.
Ooooh, yes. Good, good. I see a promising subject struggling in my white sticky lace of death. It is only a small fly…
I sigh depressed at my lack of sustenance. Only a fly, just a little puny FLY!
Damn…
Life is unkind to me, always dealing out little scraps of grub. But I shall have my day, it will come and by Charlotte, I shall delight in the candies that she brings to me, the mother of spiders, the web goddess.
Oh, how I cling to the thoughts of the afterlife, to spin rainbow webs and eat as many bugs as I desire in the cobwebbed skies! Oh, it sounds delightful, and I would be in good company too among the tarantulas, and daddy long legs.
What about the Marpissa Muscosa, or the Patu Digua even the Latrodectus variolus, the black widow?
How I would love to chat with one of those creatures! But I am merely a Brown Spider. Your traditional, overlooked, creepy crawling thing that you see on your walls always lurking in the shadows, climbing inside your mouth while you sleep!
But alas, I find myself here, eating the little bugger. I eat the fly whole, with no salt. Raw and wriggling, it wails as I foam and reel with joy! I suppose being wrapped in a mantle of pubescence is rather unpleasant but this is the way of my species. To frolic in the muck and set snares for our subjects. Yes, oh how diabolical the whole process is!
I set another trap, now spinning my milk lace in a corner of the wretched human abode. Wicked disgusting giants who eat in the same house where they relieve themselves. Gross.
I have suffered much from their wicked hands. The hands that murdered my wife and children long ago with a napkin.
A napkin! No honor, no fear, no dignity.
So this is my destiny, to forever be among these colossal gods and to deck the corners, the far reaches of their temples. When after a long day, the last thing they want to do is clean and dust their corners, they will find a web of hate decorated by yours truly.
Oh, how dreadful. I can almost feel their presence, their hand reaching out for me as I spin this shiny white web in their disgusting little-
SQUASH!
Buy Me a Coffee. I take mine black.
Thanks to JF Danskin for the prompt.
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I challenge Michael Burg, MD (Satire Sommelier), Murdah E, Theodore McDowell, and Melanie Jackson to produce some spooky stories!