Friday Fictioneers – Tangled Web

Friday Fictioneers for September 14, 2012

Searching the Web! Oh, he was so funny he almost wet himself.

Of course, he was so busy trying to joke to keep from crying out that he almost tripped over the body. It was wrapped in webbing. Now, he was scared. There could not really be a giant spider that could wrap a human, could there?

The flashlight just showed cave walls covered in the silk-like substance. He was hyper sensitive right now.  He felt a light touch, then another. The flashlight crashed to the ground, darkness enveloped him as he realized:

not a spider, thousands of tiny ones!


This is my first switch from my “Some of My Stuff” page to a post for the Friday musings.  It will make the comments so much easier to follow.



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  • dmmacilroy  On September 19, 2012 at 1:16 am

    Gulliver meets the spiders. He should have known. Stop, drop and roll? Probably won’t help him.



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  • Trudy  On September 15, 2012 at 2:10 pm

    Love the humour mixed with the creepiness – and you had a nice light touch with the horror ( much like your horribly busy little spiders!)

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  • Russell  On September 14, 2012 at 12:48 pm

    We had a spider web in the corner above our bed years ago. My wife was of the “live and let live” philosophy at the time, but that changed when a million spider babies showered down upon our beg. :)

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    • kindredspirit23  On September 14, 2012 at 3:11 pm

      Okay, you beat the story I had of the backyard covered in spider webs and I fell on it!!!

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  • susielindau  On September 14, 2012 at 12:06 pm

    Lots of tiny ones…. love it!

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  • Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  On September 14, 2012 at 5:17 am

    This is definitely one of my worst nightmares. Love webs. Hate spiders. Good write. No H is Wisoff.

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  • Carrie  On September 14, 2012 at 12:36 am

    I’ll have to remember not to let my daughter see most of these posts. She has issues with spiders and this one could send her over the edge. *Shudders* :)

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  • Robyn Lee  On September 13, 2012 at 11:42 pm

    I loved it Scott…. spooky – but with a bit of a humorous ending ~ 100 tiny spiders could weave an interesting web I would bet!! :)

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  • stuff I said  On September 13, 2012 at 11:16 pm

    eww, I’ll be shaking my sheets out tonight just in case. :)

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  • raina  On September 13, 2012 at 10:32 pm

    haha made me laugh too….

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  • sustainabilitea  On September 13, 2012 at 10:25 pm

    Little mini-Shelobs!! Yuk!! Not something I want to contemplate. I can imagine that experience was not something you remember fondly. And using humor to mask fear is a very real technique. Good job.

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  • Swirling Turnip  On September 13, 2012 at 10:16 pm

    Thanks for the nightmare! You managed to plant an image in my head I don’t want! LOL. Well done.

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    • kindredspirit23  On September 13, 2012 at 10:21 pm

      Sorry. When I was little I ran outside into the back yard, tripped, and saw that almost the entire yard was covered in a web made from hundreds of little spiders.

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