silk skims the surface of the water
draped gracefully from a branch—
a pristine creation, shimmering as it
catches light and dinner.
jessicaspruill
Scary i hate it terrified little creepy crawly mind over matter i can do this face the unfaceable stop it stop it don’t let it get me nightmares stop i cant breathe look at it see it it will be alright don’t hold your breathe don’t close your eyes look at it and do not be afraid
Beth Allie
I used to be deathly afraid of spiders. Whenever I saw one I’d run screaming from my room and beg my mom to kill it. I thought this was unchangeable; that I was just phobic and I’d have to deal with it my whole life.
I moved into a coop with a bunch of lovely dirty hippies, where spiders roam free. I was exposed and got over it. Face your fears; they are not unchangeable.
R
one time, i was going down to my basement and out from under the carpet crawls the largest spider i have ever seen. i am still scared of that queen spider, making other babies to scare me in the shower. i hate spiders.
SHe hated spiders. They looked so creepy. Some of them bite, though she didn’t know which ones but just the same she hated them all. She slowly took off her shoe and raised it over her head, She was about to slam it down but suddenly the spider leaped into her face.
I was on the verge of sleep, drifting in and out of wakefulness when something tickled my chest. The fan was on and I assumed it was simply an errant strand of my long dark hair. I ran a hand over my chest, halfheartedly, hoping I got it. Darn, no I didn’t…now it was tickling my neck…wait…now my chin…now my cheek.
It wasn’t a wayward strand of hair…it was something alive…traveling on to my face!
I slapped my cheek and with a yelp, dove out of bed.
I was on the verge of sleep, drifting in and out of wakefulness when something tickled my chest. The fan was on and I assumed it was simply an errant strand of my long dark hair. I ran a hand over my chest, halfheartedly, hoping I got it. Darn, no I didn’t…now it was tickling my neck…wait…not my chin…now my cheek.
It wasn’t a wayward strand of hair…it was something alive…traveling on to my face!
I slapped my cheek and with a yelp, dove out of bed.
60 seconds to tell you what I know about spiders, about the majesty of their walk, the importance of their survival, the magic in the fear they inspire. 60 seconds to make a monutment of words to their architectural genius, the way they can make perfection out of saliva and thus, change the world we live in. 60 seconds, thats it, to describe a miracle!
creepy crawly hairy scary i have accepted b ut dont like fascinated by web spinning meticulous intentional purpose eat bugs grandmother spider dream maker 8 walking hiding lurking sinewy lots of them here egg sac bursting
Kelley
These creatures are the things that go bump in the night. they will eat your soul! No just kidding. I hate them. I am very much afraid of them and will not go near one if possible. They scare me to death!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously!
These creatures are the things that go bump in the night. they will eat your soul! No just kidding. I hate them. I am very much afraid of them and will not go near one if possible. They scare me to death!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Srsly~!
Creeping, crawling. Damn. It’s getting closer and the clock just won’t turn.
2:59
2:59
3:00
I stared at the red numbers until they shifted, grabbed my pillow and swung it over the side of the bed.
Little Miss Muffet was rather fucking fed up with spiders on her tuffet, to be perfectly honest. Her curds had slopped down the front of her dress and in her rage she yanked out a hairpin and rammed it through the spider’s torso. As it twitched and moaned she flounced off, satisfied.
Little Miss Muffet was rather fucking fed up with spiders on her tuffet, to be perfectly honest. Her curds had slopped down the front of her dress and in her rage she ranked out a hairpin and rammed it through the spiders torso. As it twitched and moaned she flounced off, satisfied.
Aaaah, get away from me!
No, I’m *not* arachnophobic (I’m pretty sure), I just don’t like them. At all. With all those legs and the way they move… eeeugh. Just no. Not in the house, at least.
But don’t get me started on centipedes.
I got an error the first time I tried to load this page, and at first I thought “error” was the word for today….I was feeling it, actually. Then I realized it was just an error…
Creeping, wordless, invisible unless they feel the need to cause a ruckus and try to squash you with their looming hands. You and I are not so different; wholly natural and serene, pristinely alive, quietly persevering in the face of loud adversaries. We will go on, weaving our webs, mine of love and friendship and trust, you with weak, flimsy material.
And then she saw one- shock waves ran threw her body. So creepy and crawly and black and disgusting. If it touched her, everything was over.
This was beyond aracnaphobia- maybe a little bit of insanity?
But either way, she couldn’t touch it.
And that’s when she screamed, “DAD!!!”
Sabena
I once had a trantula named Charlotte. Charlotte was your typical spider. She often sat in one spot and just stared off in space with no emotion showing on her face or her actions. I would often just stare at Charlotte and wonder what she was thinking.
Rhonda Hunter
once upon a time there was a spider. his name was mr. spider . mrspider didnt like people and he also hated flys. he was weird and akward. but somebody loved him. and thats all that matter. <3
Brooke
I FKN HATE SPIDERS.
EVERYTHING.
Their legs, how they creep and crawl across the hard wood floor.
Climb their way up to the dark crevasses of the ceilings.
Just not happening. Nope. Gross.
the spider began to crawl and i could feel all eight of it’s individual legs upon my shoulder. i was too scared to move.. so i didn’t i just stood there and froze, like a deer in headlights. until you came along, to save my day and shoo that ugly spider away. how will i ever be able to repay you stranger?
As a child, I was a frequent at my mother’s office. It was small, only a few employees on the third floor of a semi- rundown building in Troy. What I mainly remember is an Iraqi who worked their named Haider, who I dubbed “Haider the Spider.”
there’s a huge spider in the bathroom! it’s twice as big as my hand, I’m afraid it’ll come out. it’ll bite me if it does ahh!
Rose
Eight legs of terror.
Climbing up your walls.
One hundred eyes,
see it all
nothing is safe
nowhere to hide
When the spider arrives.
Run. Scream. SPLAT
Emma
it bit me while i slept. i didn’t notice, it didn’t hurt. but when the egg shaped lump appeared, i knew there was a problem.
i went to the doctor.
that was okay.
but i didn’t like being inspected by a strange new resident, she’d never seen the back of my thigh before.
the spider had.
Annemarie
She dreads spiders. She squirms and quivers as he mentions one. She screeches and scurries out as she spots one from across the room. The fear instilled in her eyes is whimsical. I find her fear profound, dramatic, unnecessary, and beautiful all at once.
Simple, beautiful, tiny creatures. It was always funny to me how these little guys had such negative connotations, yet they are very much like us, albeit the eight leg’s and all…
oo thr is nothing positive or good related to this word….neither Robert Bruce not Spiderman…none cud change the way i feel on seeing a spider….I wish a world free of spiders…Amen!!
long elegance, metal legs lightly tapping out a rhythm on the steel of the lab table. Tiny, violet colored eyes that blink aluminum eyelids at their first glimpse of fluorescent light, and the man in white wonders whether he has created a mistake.
katherine
Sono tornato dalle vacanze e la casa era piena di ragnatele.
Così le ho guardate. E ho pensato che ero ancora in vacanza.
Alessandro Rea
little miss muffet was a girl who lived in a barn. charlotte had her web in there and could talk to pigs. sort of weird i guess but hey at least she had a tuffet. i dont even know what that is, so she’s got two up on me. eight legs like an octopus squid ink butttt
Ben
Spiders are so scary they are scary spiderman is super coolio omg I sound retarded. I wish a radioactive spider big me so I became spiderman and saved people. Yeahhh
Aim-na
Black.
Menacing.
Unavoidable.
Nightmares.
Hairy.
Creature of the night.
How big is it again?
silk skims the surface of the water
draped gracefully from a branch—
a pristine creation, shimmering as it
catches light and dinner.
Scary i hate it terrified little creepy crawly mind over matter i can do this face the unfaceable stop it stop it don’t let it get me nightmares stop i cant breathe look at it see it it will be alright don’t hold your breathe don’t close your eyes look at it and do not be afraid
I used to be deathly afraid of spiders. Whenever I saw one I’d run screaming from my room and beg my mom to kill it. I thought this was unchangeable; that I was just phobic and I’d have to deal with it my whole life.
I moved into a coop with a bunch of lovely dirty hippies, where spiders roam free. I was exposed and got over it. Face your fears; they are not unchangeable.
one time, i was going down to my basement and out from under the carpet crawls the largest spider i have ever seen. i am still scared of that queen spider, making other babies to scare me in the shower. i hate spiders.
Sliver, heavy string hangs in the trees, and I all I can think of is “storyteller.”
SHe hated spiders. They looked so creepy. Some of them bite, though she didn’t know which ones but just the same she hated them all. She slowly took off her shoe and raised it over her head, She was about to slam it down but suddenly the spider leaped into her face.
I was on the verge of sleep, drifting in and out of wakefulness when something tickled my chest. The fan was on and I assumed it was simply an errant strand of my long dark hair. I ran a hand over my chest, halfheartedly, hoping I got it. Darn, no I didn’t…now it was tickling my neck…wait…now my chin…now my cheek.
It wasn’t a wayward strand of hair…it was something alive…traveling on to my face!
I slapped my cheek and with a yelp, dove out of bed.
I was on the verge of sleep, drifting in and out of wakefulness when something tickled my chest. The fan was on and I assumed it was simply an errant strand of my long dark hair. I ran a hand over my chest, halfheartedly, hoping I got it. Darn, no I didn’t…now it was tickling my neck…wait…not my chin…now my cheek.
It wasn’t a wayward strand of hair…it was something alive…traveling on to my face!
I slapped my cheek and with a yelp, dove out of bed.
Spiders are the eight legged creatures most misunderstood. Within every spider lies a hope, a dream, that one day they will be cuddled with.
60 seconds to tell you what I know about spiders, about the majesty of their walk, the importance of their survival, the magic in the fear they inspire. 60 seconds to make a monutment of words to their architectural genius, the way they can make perfection out of saliva and thus, change the world we live in. 60 seconds, thats it, to describe a miracle!
creepy crawly hairy scary i have accepted b ut dont like fascinated by web spinning meticulous intentional purpose eat bugs grandmother spider dream maker 8 walking hiding lurking sinewy lots of them here egg sac bursting
These creatures are the things that go bump in the night. they will eat your soul! No just kidding. I hate them. I am very much afraid of them and will not go near one if possible. They scare me to death!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously!
These creatures are the things that go bump in the night. they will eat your soul! No just kidding. I hate them. I am very much afraid of them and will not go near one if possible. They scare me to death!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Srsly~!
Creeping, crawling. Damn. It’s getting closer and the clock just won’t turn.
2:59
2:59
3:00
I stared at the red numbers until they shifted, grabbed my pillow and swung it over the side of the bed.
Little Miss Muffet was rather fucking fed up with spiders on her tuffet, to be perfectly honest. Her curds had slopped down the front of her dress and in her rage she yanked out a hairpin and rammed it through the spider’s torso. As it twitched and moaned she flounced off, satisfied.
Little Miss Muffet was rather fucking fed up with spiders on her tuffet, to be perfectly honest. Her curds had slopped down the front of her dress and in her rage she ranked out a hairpin and rammed it through the spiders torso. As it twitched and moaned she flounced off, satisfied.
Aaaah, get away from me!
No, I’m *not* arachnophobic (I’m pretty sure), I just don’t like them. At all. With all those legs and the way they move… eeeugh. Just no. Not in the house, at least.
But don’t get me started on centipedes.
I got an error the first time I tried to load this page, and at first I thought “error” was the word for today….I was feeling it, actually. Then I realized it was just an error…
also, I hate spiders.
I’ve never seen a spider thats seemed unhappy with their life, damn I wanna be a fuckning spider.
yuck i hate spiders they crawl into yur moths they creep me out just like the mucus comertials ewwwww i expecialy hate the hairy ones
eight-legged terrors, nature bug catchers.
Creeping, wordless, invisible unless they feel the need to cause a ruckus and try to squash you with their looming hands. You and I are not so different; wholly natural and serene, pristinely alive, quietly persevering in the face of loud adversaries. We will go on, weaving our webs, mine of love and friendship and trust, you with weak, flimsy material.
No, we are not different at all.
And then she saw one- shock waves ran threw her body. So creepy and crawly and black and disgusting. If it touched her, everything was over.
This was beyond aracnaphobia- maybe a little bit of insanity?
But either way, she couldn’t touch it.
And that’s when she screamed, “DAD!!!”
I once had a trantula named Charlotte. Charlotte was your typical spider. She often sat in one spot and just stared off in space with no emotion showing on her face or her actions. I would often just stare at Charlotte and wonder what she was thinking.
once upon a time there was a spider. his name was mr. spider . mrspider didnt like people and he also hated flys. he was weird and akward. but somebody loved him. and thats all that matter. <3
I FKN HATE SPIDERS.
EVERYTHING.
Their legs, how they creep and crawl across the hard wood floor.
Climb their way up to the dark crevasses of the ceilings.
Just not happening. Nope. Gross.
Peter Parker )
the spider began to crawl and i could feel all eight of it’s individual legs upon my shoulder. i was too scared to move.. so i didn’t i just stood there and froze, like a deer in headlights. until you came along, to save my day and shoo that ugly spider away. how will i ever be able to repay you stranger?
As a child, I was a frequent at my mother’s office. It was small, only a few employees on the third floor of a semi- rundown building in Troy. What I mainly remember is an Iraqi who worked their named Haider, who I dubbed “Haider the Spider.”
there’s a huge spider in the bathroom! it’s twice as big as my hand, I’m afraid it’ll come out. it’ll bite me if it does ahh!
Eight legs of terror.
Climbing up your walls.
One hundred eyes,
see it all
nothing is safe
nowhere to hide
When the spider arrives.
Run. Scream. SPLAT
it bit me while i slept. i didn’t notice, it didn’t hurt. but when the egg shaped lump appeared, i knew there was a problem.
i went to the doctor.
that was okay.
but i didn’t like being inspected by a strange new resident, she’d never seen the back of my thigh before.
the spider had.
She dreads spiders. She squirms and quivers as he mentions one. She screeches and scurries out as she spots one from across the room. The fear instilled in her eyes is whimsical. I find her fear profound, dramatic, unnecessary, and beautiful all at once.
Simple, beautiful, tiny creatures. It was always funny to me how these little guys had such negative connotations, yet they are very much like us, albeit the eight leg’s and all…
oo thr is nothing positive or good related to this word….neither Robert Bruce not Spiderman…none cud change the way i feel on seeing a spider….I wish a world free of spiders…Amen!!
long elegance, metal legs lightly tapping out a rhythm on the steel of the lab table. Tiny, violet colored eyes that blink aluminum eyelids at their first glimpse of fluorescent light, and the man in white wonders whether he has created a mistake.
Sono tornato dalle vacanze e la casa era piena di ragnatele.
Così le ho guardate. E ho pensato che ero ancora in vacanza.
little miss muffet was a girl who lived in a barn. charlotte had her web in there and could talk to pigs. sort of weird i guess but hey at least she had a tuffet. i dont even know what that is, so she’s got two up on me. eight legs like an octopus squid ink butttt
Spiders are so scary they are scary spiderman is super coolio omg I sound retarded. I wish a radioactive spider big me so I became spiderman and saved people. Yeahhh
Black.
Menacing.
Unavoidable.
Nightmares.
Hairy.
Creature of the night.
How big is it again?