Spooky Writing Prompts, Humor
Spider’s Spinning Session
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.
