Spiders Stories Novels & Stories

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

I asked. As Nutty pulled me down the mountain, he explained, "My uncle told me there's a spider on Crimson Mountain. The villagers also call it the Seduction Spider. "This creature can mimic human voices, calling people by name. As soon as the person being called responds, they immediately fall under its poison, become entranced, and run to its nest to die." Nutty spoke while his feet never stopped moving, dragging me along at breakneck speed. I said anxiously, "The cattle! The commune's cattle are still in the mountains!"

The door doesn't close completely and spiders chillax in every corner. At once the night away with Elliot turns to something less appealing than what I originally imagined. It's not a night at the bed-and-breakfast with the view of the water and the lighthouse out our window but a night spent wide awake trying not to eat a spider in my sleep. I've heard these sayings that you eat seven spiders in your lifetime. Every time I try to forget the fact, something reminds me of how close I am to a spider buffet. I don't want to give the spiders a leg up by sleeping in their territory. Why make it easier for them?

She opened her mouth and closed it, clearly thinking of what to say. “The end,” she finally responded. “It was a warning of the end, Richard.” And then she began her long explanation of the spider. A threat. And the more she talked, the worse I felt. She was right; this was something to take seriously. I remembered what the moon goddess had told me, about having a lot of obstacles still to meet, and about overcoming this. Was this one of those? As I looked into my mate’s eyes as she finished her story, I knew them and there what to do. I could concentrate on figuring out what this spider was, either literally or metaphorically. What I had to do was first to comfort my mate.

I felt ashamed of what I am wearing because of his presence. "What did you found out about the spider marks on the necks of those we captured, Wynzlette?" Cornell asked. "According to an acquaintance, one of their elders told that they are a sub group of the Desert Spider Pack, which is called the Rising Sun Spider Pack. They are known and talented killers, but she said that they have all been killed. A member of such a pack is impossible to still be alive because even their youngs were all killed." I narrated. "Which group does your acquaintance belongs to?"

Multiple something's. I looked down and my life flashed before my eyes. Spiders, thousands of baby spiders and crickets. Why? "Ahhhhhhh." I screamed as one landed on my bare arm. I shook vigorously to get them off. I was quick to hop from foot to foot out of the bathroom as thousands of little spiders followed. "Help." I screamed to nobody in particular. I needed help. They were killer spiders. I had seen a book on them. A high breed spider that I should've never been able to create.

“What was he like as a child?” A playful look came to Rosa’s face. “Oh, he was quite a handful. Would you like to hear a story?” “Yes, please,” I said quickly. She laughed a little. “When Adrian was about five years old, he had a very… dramatic moment with a spider. He was in the bathtub when he saw it on the wall. The poor boy was so scared that he jumped out of the tub and ran through the whole house, screaming loudly. And he had no clothes on.”

Except that the third of the above mentioned things was not possible because I'm fairly certain that you're not a spider since the last I'd heard, spiders couldn't read. But even then, there were already a lot of strange things going on around this world so I wouldn't find it weird if I got a text saying hello there! I'm a spider. Just thought to let you know that I can read and write. Oh who was I kidding?! I'd throw my phone to God knows where and lock myself in a spider-proof place. Which reminds me, I needed to look for those things -not the literate spiders- the spider-proof places. For future references.

When the hive is well, when all the babies are fed, the bee thought, then I will truly enjoy the sun, the wind, the flowers and run around as I please. One fine day, the bee flew around looking for a flower. She was lost and distracted by humans. Through this, she did not see the cobweb in front of her. But the spider saw the bee. The bee didn't try to resist. The spider bit the bee's neck. Hurt much, more than any pain the bee had experienced before, but only for a millisecond. So everything was dark. The bee was no longer a bee. To be had lost its meaning once more.