It has been three days since The Human was carried away. I have not seen anyone here since. Now that the stuffed toy has been removed and no one is here to kill bugs, I have been able to eat as much as I desire. It is good.
I am not going to leave this place. It is special to me. It may be empty and I may be lonely, but I will remain here. I believe the reason for this is obvious. Also, it is nice here. Quiet and calm and peaceful. The bugs are plentiful. It is the perfect home for me. I love it here.
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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...
