Today is the day. Today I will escape. I will miss this home, but I do not plan on leaving the apartment altogether. This is out of the question. I will simply find a new area in this home. For some odd reason, I feel a strange feeling towards this apartment. It is warm and happy and energetic, but it is also sad and empty. This confuses me. Nevermind all that, it I should be focusing on the task at hand.
Day 2: 12 a.m.
It is now the time that The Human goes to bed, but there has been no sign of it anywhere. The bed should be being made now. Perhaps it is making loud noises and shifting in another human's bed. Yes, that must be it. It has to be. It might be at the place it calls "work" as well. Many possibilities. Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day. I will escape then.
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Spider
Short StoryWarning: 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...
