Chapter IV: OasisDrawing energy from reserves it didn't know it had, the spider scuttled the remaining distance to the oasis, and sought shelter under a huge, moist leaf. There it rested, cooling its body in the shade.Chapter IV: Oasis
After a leisurely recovery, it crawled to the topside of the leaf and observed its surroundings. Behind it stretched the limitless black desert it had so recently (not to mention foolishly) tried to cross, and above the great grey wall was a vast expanse of green. After the barrenness of the desert, the grass seemed like a paradise, and without further ado the spider scaled the crumbling wall and lost itself in the new, lush world.
Chapter III: Black DesertA barren, black expanse stretched on as far as the eyes could see, in all directions. It was pitted with small cracks and fissures, but was otherwise devoid of any features. The spider concentrated on moving one leg at a time, over and over...Chapter III: Black Desert
The time spent beneath the baking sun was really taking its toll on the small arachnid. There was no moisture or prey to be seen, and all that could be done was to try and reach safety.
For safety was what was required; soon, the spider would either die from dehydration or from predation, as the faint cries from the air attested to. One leg forward. Stop. Next leg forwar
Chapter II: Below the RockWith a silent groan, the spider awoke. It lifted its prone body off the ground and observed its surroundings with disdain. Above, a narrow slither of cloud-laced sky could be seen; below, and to one side, soil rose up in crumbling walls, and to the other side lay a smooth, impregnable wall of rock.Chapter II: Below the Rock
The spider relaxed, and considered its next action; should it stay here, where it was safe (if likely to starve to death) or venture out, where there was an excellent chance it would perish? The muted, weak pain where his leg had separated from his body still persisted, but eventually, it made a decision; to venture out from this crac
Chapter 1: On Feathered WingsA deafening, keening screech filled the air, and the beak plunged. A small, innocuous house spider scuttled to the side, and felt the soil split less than a millimetre behind him as the mouth-part hit. The head swung back, and re-aimed at the spider that was running for its life across the soft, wet ground. The bird pounced again, but slipped at the last minute and only succeeded in getting thick globules of mud over its face. It hopped on the spot, trying to clear its eyes, and the spider took its chance. It weaved through the sprouting weeds, the squawks of irritation from behind resonating through its entire body. Ahead, there was a small,Chapter 1: On Feathered Wings
Oh, right.
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Lord of the eight legged....
"Those i fight i do not hate, those i guard i do not love" - W.B Yeates
"This reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head" - Peter Venkman
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Sexy Attractive Male who is Super At Masturbation
♫ Indie boys are neurotic ♪ Makes my eyes bleed ♪ Tight black pants exotic ♪ Some loving is what I need♫
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Sexy Attractive Male who is Super At Masturbation
♫ Indie boys are neurotic ♪ Makes my eyes bleed ♪ Tight black pants exotic ♪ Some loving is what I need♫
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the urge to crack open a cold one
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