Every day, the small hole that leads into my home is blocked by a stuffed toy. As a spider, I need room to catch food. Naturally, this angers me. My small corner by The Human's bed is quite comfortable, however. I do not like The Human. It is loud and tries to get rid of me constantly. I make do, though.
I have come up with a scheme to escape this place at night and find a new home. Before bed each night, The Human makes its bed and in turn removes the stuffed toy. I believe it's a horse. Nevermind that. Once the toy is removed, I will scurry away, hopefully undetected, to my freedom. Yes. This is a great plan. I will be victorious.
Day 1: 2 p.m.
I have decided to talk about The Human now. Not because I am interested, but because I am bored. Yes, bored. The human lives alone in this apartment. It is a female and around the age of 27. It often brings home other humans and makes very loud sounds and shifts around a lot in the bed. Once they leave they never come back. The Human is often away from the apartment, but when it is home it likes to play this odd thing that it calls a "guitar." I do not know what this is. It also enjoys drinking out of containers that read "beer" on them. I do not know what this is either.
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Spider
Historia CortaWarning: This story handles the topic of death and may be triggering to some users. Spider is a short story about a spider that wants to escape. This becomes less important once something tragic happens to the human that lives in its apartment. I...
