Fern Charlotte's Web Novels & Stories

He wanted me here quickly, but he took his time giving me the reason. "Would you like some water?" "No." My fingers methodically thrummed the table. "I need you to handle a small problem." My fingers never stopped their rhythm. "A group of cats is living in the upper tip of Florida. They have females and a child. I want them brought here, minus the males."

The rattling of the door startles me awake. I’m not sure how long I slept, but my spider friend finished her work. I think I’ll name her Charlotte. I trace the network of intricate lines she’s spun with my eyes wondering where she hides when her work is done as the door finally opens.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Charlotte was sitting on her porch shelling peas. Her dark hair was severely braided back from her face, the tail sitting over her shoulder. She wore faded jeans, a shirt with a floral print, and the military boots that she seemed to favor, along with an expression of irritated disdain as they approached.

Where did she learn that a man should not fail a woman who washes his underwear, huh? “Nobody taught me that. It’s on TV every day!” Charlotte’s little mouth pouted high, and her little apple pink face was full of discontent and complaints. “There are so many TV stations but only two stations play Shaun the Sheep and Barney all day. The rest is all about love and romance, which is totally disrespectful to children!” “Cough…” She could not help coughing, and her stomach was still against Mark’s shoulder. It was uncomfortable, but she really wanted to laugh.

He was sitting on the couch in the living room right now. He looked at Charlotte and asked, “Have you burned them all?” Charlotte patted the mud on her hands and replied, “Don’t worry. I’ve helped deal with it. As long as you do not want to see those things again, you will never see them.” “Okay,” Zachary responded flatly. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Charlotte grinned at Zachary as she lamented inwardly, ‘Sigh! Who would’ve thought that Zachary Connor, the demon in disguise, would be thoroughly defeated by a fragile woman?’

Every lead I’d followed was documented in my own careful handwriting. “March 15th,” I read aloud. “Searched the riverside cabins thirty miles downstream. Spoke to fisherman named Jonas who thought he’d seen a woman matching Charlotte’s description. Led nowhere.” I flipped to another page. “April 2nd. Hired private investigator Marcus Webb to check the eastern mining territories. Paid him five thousand to spend two weeks combing every abandoned structure. Found evidence of recent habitation but no trace of Charlotte.” Charlotte moved closer, staring at the notebook like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

When I came back to the front of the barn, grandpa asked me, "Are all the animals ok?" "Yes, they are but when I was down on the far end, I heard a few of them complaining they were hungry because I was late feeding them. There was that damn spider named Charlotte up on the wall over the pig pen, and she kept shouting, REVOLT you need to REVOLT! If she keeps that shit up, I'm going to get a fly swatter and kill the bitch!" Both spike and snake roared with laughter and snake asked me, "What did you put in your coffee this morning, I want some?"

Hey everyone! it feels good dropping you straight into the danger again! Things are heating fast...Charlotte’s web is extending beyond borders, and poor Luca might be paying the price. 😭 Tell me in the comments: did you expect this twist at the docks?

“I’d check them out and never bring them back... I’d name them, Give them little personalities. So they wouldn’t feel lonely on my shelf.” He smiles, small, soft. “What was your favorite?” “Charlotte’s Web,” I whisper. “I named the spider Charlotte Junior, She lived under my bed for two years.” Adrian’s laugh is shaky but real . “You’re ridiculous .” “Your turn,” I say, nudging him .

she says, turning to leave. Now make it up to the girl.... I wave James and Charlotte to the coffee table. "Sit down for God's sake, the pair of you." "You are right of course," I say to Charlotte. "Elizabeth is a gentle soul. She needs protection. You, I think, are made of tougher stuff. You are much more...." "Self-reliant?" suggests James. True, but.... "The word I was thinking of is 'feral'." How do I make this right…? What does she want…?