You skate across the ceiling dressed in black looking for your partner, legs tapping an almost silent code, quick the music’s starting, it’s time to leave the web. Below, the bathwater shimmers giving light to the ballroom, the pink girl is humming, her fingers tapping waves, and suddenly you’re dancing,
Some people are afraid of spiders. Some aren’t. The phobia os spiders is called arachnophobia. They are not insects, they are arachnids. They have 8 hairy legs instead of 6. They feed on smaller insects. They are God’s creation.
some people are afraid of spiders, some people are not. the phobia of spiders is arachnophobia. nope, they are not insects, they are arachnids,with 8 legs not 6. they feed on smaller insects. some have venom, some don’t. they are all God’s creation.
A lot of people are afraid of it. Spiderman is awesome. one of my favorite superheoroes. I have no idea why I am doing this anyhow personally I am pretty scare of spiders specially big and really dangerous ones. LOLOLOLOL this website needs a little bit m more of work cause I just submited without my info and had to click back and voila here I am still talking nothing about spiders but that is alright. I guess jaja.
itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout…down came the rain and washed the spider out…elementary…was the best time i could remember…if only time could rewind and just stop
there was a spider living in africa. the heat surrounded him day and night. when spider came out to hunt he found an empty web. Apparently the heat was even to much for the smallest insect. so spider began searching.
I hate spiders. Their legs are hairy and they bite you when you are sleeping. Even though they eat bees and what not I do not like them. They are ugly. They create those awful webs which only makes your house look as if it hasnt been lived in in 10 years.
I think of the durantula, kevin durnat. i lalso think of weird animlas gettin attacked
by the spider. like ants and other bugs caught in its web. a web of lies when some1
says something then tries to cover it up with another lie. lying is bad and just creates a sick trap. i want this time to d
i hate spiders. they have too many damn eyes. they scare me. they’re vengeful. ew. ew. ew. EIGHT LEGS! poison. worst creature created. my mortal enemy. EIGHT LEGS! fangs! spinnerets! spiders just suck.
I hate it when people say that they spiders enter their house and so deserve to be killed. well little scared and ignorant fools, go back a hundred years or two when your house was not there, guess who came first?
they are things that people hate and i dont know why i love spiders they are awesomely creppy they remind me of harry poter although those are creppy im always afradi they aren stalking me! its horrible its like i feeel 8 eyes on me. i wish i coudl understand them better.. there are a lot of them in my house.. i like the little ones an the big ones but not the middle.
Γέμισε ο τόπος αραχνιασμένους ανθρώπους που απλώνουν τους ιστούς τους. Πνιγόμαστε. Κάποιος πρέπει να τους απομακρύνει. Τα πάντα αλλάζουν. Οι αράχνες τρων τα παιδιά τους.
I love what everyone hates or fears. I love the fringes, the people who are abandoned. I love whatever disturbs people the most. I love spiders, and snakes and fear. I live for fear.
The spider crawled from beneath the cabinet he watched my every movement seeming to follow and copy it. I did a little dance and he did the same little dance. His many eyes stared up at me seemingly piercing my soul so I did a tap dance and then he topped it with a better dance for he had more legs.
there are spiders on the wall, crawling upwards, following that crack in the plaster as though there is something drawing them to skitter along that guided path. they contrast against the pale peach of the peeling paint. the wallpaper in the corner crumbles under the lightest touch. no one has been here in years. the house was once loved, but now dried flowers sit in a dusty vase in the foyer. there are a child’s shoes by the door.
The last moments of my short life are fleeting by the second… I knew I shouldn’t of come into the kitchen… Too busy. There’s always SOMEONE in the kitchen… You know what I mean? Humans live to eat… We eat to live. But hey- That’s just the way life is around here. A large sweaty hand that resembled more of a sausage that anything else I could ting of is hovering above my body, hesitant to make the first move. What would dad do? Dad knows everything… Well, the correct term is “Dad KNEW everything.” Dad died a few days ago… He crossed paths with a smelly brown hiking boot, and before he could make a get-away, he was crushed. Everything he taught me- everything I fought for… My family, our food, our home- all of that precious work could be diminished in the waver of a second if I didn’t think of something fast. AH! IT’S GETTING CLOSE! This is it, this is the end. Quick, before I die.. just thought you should know tha-…………..
there once was a spider who sat down beside her …ha! ha! of course that came to mind! i don’t like spiders. They are hairy & creepy and fast!! They give me goosebumps and make my skin crawl. They fi
Wenn er seine Beine eins nach dem anderen an die Hauswand klebt, immer ein bisschen höher, langsam, ganz gemächlich und über der Kante strömen die ersten Sonnenstrahlen, die seinen kalten Körper wärmen, dann fühlt er sich ganz eins mit der Wand, der noch kühlen Luft und …
Eight legged freaky creatures, the stuff of my nightmares!!! Whether they are tiny or big enough to eat birds, whether they are smooth or hairy, or whether they have huge eyes that stare at me, I am terrified!!
I don’t like spiders. Not at all. I especially don’t like getting a face full of unseen spider webs. Since moving to California I have to be extra watchful for Black Widow Spiders. They won’t kill a healthy person with their bite, but one does need medical attention.
A lump in my throat forms, my limbs begin to shake for this eight legged danger. A scream tries to escape but nothing is heard as if an insect is crawling its way up my throat choking my panic. You are innocent, completely unthreatenning and yet your approach is the only symbol of my worst nightmare.
spiders! AH! they are so incredibly scary. People often say, “Bryan. Why are you so afraid of something SO small.” To which I reply, “Hey, be quiet. They’re trying to kill me and you know it.”
The many-legged arachnid made it’s way up the windowsill, as he looked at it in joy. He knew he shouldn’t be so happy to see a spider, but it had been so long since he had seen any other living being that a spider was a relief
After gazing into the rafters for a while, the farmer noticed that there was a spider sitting on its web. Some pig! said the web. Hmmmm, thought the farmer. Some spider!
Long legs creep closer, model thin, but i’m not quite jealous. intimidated maybe, but they creep closer swaggering getting ready to bite, to judge, and tear me apart. their stilleto legs creep closer.
“Eek!” Irene screeched and bounced a few steps back. I laughed at her silly fear of spiders. Ever since she was a kid, if she saw a spider she would run a few miles away from the house.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY! THAT THING IS GOING TO EAT ME!” She screamed. Being sisters, I knew every fear Irene had and she knew mine. This thing is, I’m afraid of everything BUT spiders. Even still being 57 we still remembered all the little things about each other. That shows how good of sister’s we were {;
are scary and unfortunate and frightening which is redundant but that is cool I guess. and some are poisonous which ups the fright factor by a lot. and yeah, i wouldnt want to be bitten by a black widow any time soon because that would be well deadly.
I hate spiders. They are creepy. they even bite when your not looking. there are some taht are large and some taht are itty bitty. they ahve. We bring them into our ouse sometimes when we ahve wood in the back yardd.
Ah yes, those terrifying, hairy ugly things that steal into the corners of your house and then remain as guest, no longer wanted, in the corner of your mind.
can i say it’s itsy bitsy? funny this word should pop up today, as my daughter was singing this song in a different language yesterday afternoon. a spider, to me, is something that sets a trap and lays in wait for other to stumble in to it; not exactly the way we would like to be described by our friends…or students.
I hate spiders. I know that they’re supposed to be good or something, since they eat other pests, but they still creep me out. I can’t sleep when I see there is a spider on the ceiling. Especially since there are black widows and hobos and brown recluse that live in my area. I could DIE from those. Or something.
Anyway, I always squish the guts out of the spiders if I see them in my room. Anywhere else, however, I don’t mind so much. They’re just chilling, doing their job. No reason to kill them.
Like a spider, she was. She spun her silk webs- webs of lies, and hurt to trap people and eat them alive later. She liked having them wriggling around, helpless, while she sucked the blood out. Metaphorically speaking of course.
Waiting, stalking, a magnificent hunter. Silent, clever, terrifying simply because he is so quiet, so tricky and so surprising when he crawls from beneath your dresser or out of a cast off shoe.
Spiders are probably the creepiest things ever. I get horribly afraid of them, whenever they’re mentioned or seen. I really do hate them, but they do little to nothing to me – in fact, they help me by protecting me from the gross bugs that loom around and eat them. But whenever one enters my home, it is my territory, and they will be destroyed. I imagine if I entered their home, they would only return the favor.
spiders are interesting insects yet frightening at the same time
all sizes and colors but all with 8 legs
poisonous and nonpoisonous
all parts of the globe have them
She fled across the room, hopping on the couch and screeching at the top of his lungs. It scared him enough that he jumped out of his own seat and whirled around to look at her in shock, his heart beating into his chest.
“What? What is it?”
“Spider!” she shrieked, pointing to the floor in front of her. He sighed, stood up and took off his shoe, then hobbled over to the black speck on the floor.
“Sorry, little guy.”
Fear. Mystery. Darkness. Game.
You skate across the ceiling dressed in black looking for your partner, legs tapping an almost silent code, quick the music’s starting, it’s time to leave the web. Below, the bathwater shimmers giving light to the ballroom, the pink girl is humming, her fingers tapping waves, and suddenly you’re dancing,
Some people are afraid of spiders. Some aren’t. The phobia os spiders is called arachnophobia. They are not insects, they are arachnids. They have 8 hairy legs instead of 6. They feed on smaller insects. They are God’s creation.
some people are afraid of spiders, some people are not. the phobia of spiders is arachnophobia. nope, they are not insects, they are arachnids,with 8 legs not 6. they feed on smaller insects. some have venom, some don’t. they are all God’s creation.
A lot of people are afraid of it. Spiderman is awesome. one of my favorite superheoroes. I have no idea why I am doing this anyhow personally I am pretty scare of spiders specially big and really dangerous ones. LOLOLOLOL this website needs a little bit m more of work cause I just submited without my info and had to click back and voila here I am still talking nothing about spiders but that is alright. I guess jaja.
itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout…down came the rain and washed the spider out…elementary…was the best time i could remember…if only time could rewind and just stop
there was a spider living in africa. the heat surrounded him day and night. when spider came out to hunt he found an empty web. Apparently the heat was even to much for the smallest insect. so spider began searching.
I hate spiders. Their legs are hairy and they bite you when you are sleeping. Even though they eat bees and what not I do not like them. They are ugly. They create those awful webs which only makes your house look as if it hasnt been lived in in 10 years.
I think of the durantula, kevin durnat. i lalso think of weird animlas gettin attacked
by the spider. like ants and other bugs caught in its web. a web of lies when some1
says something then tries to cover it up with another lie. lying is bad and just creates a sick trap. i want this time to d
i hate spiders. they have too many damn eyes. they scare me. they’re vengeful. ew. ew. ew. EIGHT LEGS! poison. worst creature created. my mortal enemy. EIGHT LEGS! fangs! spinnerets! spiders just suck.
I hate it when people say that they spiders enter their house and so deserve to be killed. well little scared and ignorant fools, go back a hundred years or two when your house was not there, guess who came first?
they are things that people hate and i dont know why i love spiders they are awesomely creppy they remind me of harry poter although those are creppy im always afradi they aren stalking me! its horrible its like i feeel 8 eyes on me. i wish i coudl understand them better.. there are a lot of them in my house.. i like the little ones an the big ones but not the middle.
Γέμισε ο τόπος αραχνιασμένους ανθρώπους που απλώνουν τους ιστούς τους. Πνιγόμαστε. Κάποιος πρέπει να τους απομακρύνει. Τα πάντα αλλάζουν. Οι αράχνες τρων τα παιδιά τους.
I love what everyone hates or fears. I love the fringes, the people who are abandoned. I love whatever disturbs people the most. I love spiders, and snakes and fear. I live for fear.
The spider crawled from beneath the cabinet he watched my every movement seeming to follow and copy it. I did a little dance and he did the same little dance. His many eyes stared up at me seemingly piercing my soul so I did a tap dance and then he topped it with a better dance for he had more legs.
there are spiders on the wall, crawling upwards, following that crack in the plaster as though there is something drawing them to skitter along that guided path. they contrast against the pale peach of the peeling paint. the wallpaper in the corner crumbles under the lightest touch. no one has been here in years. the house was once loved, but now dried flowers sit in a dusty vase in the foyer. there are a child’s shoes by the door.
The last moments of my short life are fleeting by the second… I knew I shouldn’t of come into the kitchen… Too busy. There’s always SOMEONE in the kitchen… You know what I mean? Humans live to eat… We eat to live. But hey- That’s just the way life is around here. A large sweaty hand that resembled more of a sausage that anything else I could ting of is hovering above my body, hesitant to make the first move. What would dad do? Dad knows everything… Well, the correct term is “Dad KNEW everything.” Dad died a few days ago… He crossed paths with a smelly brown hiking boot, and before he could make a get-away, he was crushed. Everything he taught me- everything I fought for… My family, our food, our home- all of that precious work could be diminished in the waver of a second if I didn’t think of something fast. AH! IT’S GETTING CLOSE! This is it, this is the end. Quick, before I die.. just thought you should know tha-…………..
there once was a spider who sat down beside her …ha! ha! of course that came to mind! i don’t like spiders. They are hairy & creepy and fast!! They give me goosebumps and make my skin crawl. They fi
Wenn er seine Beine eins nach dem anderen an die Hauswand klebt, immer ein bisschen höher, langsam, ganz gemächlich und über der Kante strömen die ersten Sonnenstrahlen, die seinen kalten Körper wärmen, dann fühlt er sich ganz eins mit der Wand, der noch kühlen Luft und …
Eight legged freaky creatures, the stuff of my nightmares!!! Whether they are tiny or big enough to eat birds, whether they are smooth or hairy, or whether they have huge eyes that stare at me, I am terrified!!
I don’t like spiders. Not at all. I especially don’t like getting a face full of unseen spider webs. Since moving to California I have to be extra watchful for Black Widow Spiders. They won’t kill a healthy person with their bite, but one does need medical attention.
A lump in my throat forms, my limbs begin to shake for this eight legged danger. A scream tries to escape but nothing is heard as if an insect is crawling its way up my throat choking my panic. You are innocent, completely unthreatenning and yet your approach is the only symbol of my worst nightmare.
spiders! AH! they are so incredibly scary. People often say, “Bryan. Why are you so afraid of something SO small.” To which I reply, “Hey, be quiet. They’re trying to kill me and you know it.”
They get quiet. They know that I am right.”
The many-legged arachnid made it’s way up the windowsill, as he looked at it in joy. He knew he shouldn’t be so happy to see a spider, but it had been so long since he had seen any other living being that a spider was a relief
After gazing into the rafters for a while, the farmer noticed that there was a spider sitting on its web. Some pig! said the web. Hmmmm, thought the farmer. Some spider!
Long legs creep closer, model thin, but i’m not quite jealous. intimidated maybe, but they creep closer swaggering getting ready to bite, to judge, and tear me apart. their stilleto legs creep closer.
“Eek!” Irene screeched and bounced a few steps back. I laughed at her silly fear of spiders. Ever since she was a kid, if she saw a spider she would run a few miles away from the house.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY! THAT THING IS GOING TO EAT ME!” She screamed. Being sisters, I knew every fear Irene had and she knew mine. This thing is, I’m afraid of everything BUT spiders. Even still being 57 we still remembered all the little things about each other. That shows how good of sister’s we were {;
I once rode a spider into the sun. As we drew closer I could hear the sound of its little hairs singeing.
are scary and unfortunate and frightening which is redundant but that is cool I guess. and some are poisonous which ups the fright factor by a lot. and yeah, i wouldnt want to be bitten by a black widow any time soon because that would be well deadly.
I hate spiders. They are creepy. they even bite when your not looking. there are some taht are large and some taht are itty bitty. they ahve. We bring them into our ouse sometimes when we ahve wood in the back yardd.
I’m not much of a fan of spiders, although they are very interesting.
Ah yes, those terrifying, hairy ugly things that steal into the corners of your house and then remain as guest, no longer wanted, in the corner of your mind.
can i say it’s itsy bitsy? funny this word should pop up today, as my daughter was singing this song in a different language yesterday afternoon. a spider, to me, is something that sets a trap and lays in wait for other to stumble in to it; not exactly the way we would like to be described by our friends…or students.
I hate spiders. I know that they’re supposed to be good or something, since they eat other pests, but they still creep me out. I can’t sleep when I see there is a spider on the ceiling. Especially since there are black widows and hobos and brown recluse that live in my area. I could DIE from those. Or something.
Anyway, I always squish the guts out of the spiders if I see them in my room. Anywhere else, however, I don’t mind so much. They’re just chilling, doing their job. No reason to kill them.
Like a spider, she was. She spun her silk webs- webs of lies, and hurt to trap people and eat them alive later. She liked having them wriggling around, helpless, while she sucked the blood out. Metaphorically speaking of course.
Waiting, stalking, a magnificent hunter. Silent, clever, terrifying simply because he is so quiet, so tricky and so surprising when he crawls from beneath your dresser or out of a cast off shoe.
oh
Spiders are probably the creepiest things ever. I get horribly afraid of them, whenever they’re mentioned or seen. I really do hate them, but they do little to nothing to me – in fact, they help me by protecting me from the gross bugs that loom around and eat them. But whenever one enters my home, it is my territory, and they will be destroyed. I imagine if I entered their home, they would only return the favor.
spiders are interesting insects yet frightening at the same time
all sizes and colors but all with 8 legs
poisonous and nonpoisonous
all parts of the globe have them
She fled across the room, hopping on the couch and screeching at the top of his lungs. It scared him enough that he jumped out of his own seat and whirled around to look at her in shock, his heart beating into his chest.
“What? What is it?”
“Spider!” she shrieked, pointing to the floor in front of her. He sighed, stood up and took off his shoe, then hobbled over to the black speck on the floor.
“Sorry, little guy.”