Spiders Stories

Nimble digits completed the act. The victim was trundled up and preserved for what was to come. Wrapped up in the webs of woe. For the prey. Not for the spider. This was her life. Her reason to be.  Miss Peckinstaff gazed out her parlor window at the dim courtyard behind her brownstone residence on the Lower Eastside. It was delightful to watch the arachnid complete the chore under the arbor's wisteria vines. Then, she tu...

This is a public announcement:Spiders are everywhere. You will have no doubt seen them, crawling about. They may appear normal, but they’re far from it. Many of them have evolved to understand our language, and due to our sensitivity about them, are gearing up to wage war upon us. Spiders normally aren’t harmful, until you hurt their feelings. It is the emotional hurt that makes them into monsters. They get angry and atta...

She stepped down the broad marble staircase uncertainly, feeling the weight of the coin purse Artemidoros had given her thump heavily against her leg. At the bottom of the steps, she turned back, looking to the porch above, attempting to glimpse the man who stood in the shadows. A pale hand briefly extended into the sunlight in a decisive gesture; go. Exhaling a breath of pent-up nervousness, Liyah squared her shoulders a...

Spiders are cute,They spin wee webs,Catch annoying flies,They are natures coppers,Yet so many hate them.The humble spider,It just wants to exist,And eat bugsIt doesn’t deserve to be squished,Or so maligned.The beautiful webs they spin,The way they creep along the floor,They skitter along, fast,Then stop, they look around,It’s so easy to get around when you have eight legs.Up walls, in baths,In corners, sometimes in you.Sl...