SSS Week Three: The Spider

Happy Short Story Sunday, all!

Just as I've said in my previous post, I know I've missed a few (as in more than a few) Short Story Sundays, but, hey, I'm here now!

I was contemplating writing four-- or, was it five?-- shorts to make up for the Sundays I've missed, but then I thought to myself: Nah, I don't feel like it.

Of course, the most appropriate thing to think to oneself in a situation such as this is: That is going to be a lot of reading for my readers, or What if I have writer-readers who like to participate in Short Story Sunday, as well? Writing five new stories using five new prompts would put a lot of writing onto their plates! However, honesty is the best policy, and to be honest, I didn't feel like it.


I don't really have a certain prompt today. Instead I decided to take a story I wrote for school this year and rewrite it. I used the same plot, the same story line, but tweaked it and changed a few things.

However, for my writer-readers out there, I will make a prompt from the story instead of vice versa:

Write a children's story about real life based off of the real world. No fantasy, magical fairy princess and unicorn lies that children read nowadays. Something that is real. Don't sugar coat it!

Brilliant prompt, don't you think?

Hark! Here's my tale of a typical spider with no name. Enjoy.



In a garage not so far away, there once lived a spider. Well... I say "once lived" because this little spider-- Well, how about I start from the beginning, hmm?

This spider hatched from an egg. Typical, right? That's because this spider of ours is just a typical, everyday spider.

Anyway, it hatched, it grew, and soon decided that it didn't "need no family"-- the spider was unaware of the double negative rule-- and that it should go exploring all on its own. This spider thought that it was all macho and grown up and wanted to prove to everybody (every other spider, that is) that it could take care of itself.

The tiny, black spider began its journey. Its eight legs crawled out of the garage and across a paved driveway, which thus led the spider to a building. This building was a house, but the spider was unfamiliar with English terminology, so it called it nothing of the sorts.

It climbed, climbed, climbed up the house until it came to an open window. The lights were out, but it could clearly see. It was a large room, not as large as the garage, however. Many things were in this room. "This will be the perfect place to explore," the spider did not say to itself because spiders can't talk.

It entered the room and explored it for hours. Oh, how fascinating it all was!

The spider soon came to a large hole in the room and stood at the edge of it, peering down inside to find a body of water. How curious!

Suddenly, the lights flashed on, temporarily blinding the spider. A loud, piercing screech echoed through the room and rang painfully through the spider's ears. Oh, how terrible the noise was!

Out of nowhere, a loud bang and the sound of a shoe dropping and hitting a tiled floor overcame the small room, and it was soon followed by emptiness. Nothing came from the spider. Not a move. Not a sound. Nothing.

The last known thing to happen to this little spider of ours, which it was, unfortunately, unaware of, was his dead corpse being flushed down the toilet.

The End.