By Terra Wertz
The old me would’ve killed it. Naked and vulnerable, I’d scream, turn off the water, wrap myself in a towel, tear off toilet paper, tiptoe over to smash it, and flush it away.
The old, old me would’ve feigned distress, longing for a knight to slay it. Afterwards, I’d offer myself to him. We’d tangle in silk sheets. I’d wish him gone by sunrise.
Tonight I’ve been crowned. From above, Her Majesty inspires, poised proudly in her intricate web. Her wood-colored legs whisper words:
Spin your web, Highness.
My beauty and power mirror hers. I carefully select my prey. Undisturbed. Patient.
great opening paragraph
Thank you so much!
I’m with you- such a compelling opening!
Thank you kindly!
Fantastic story. So descriptive for 101 words. All Hail the Queen!
Indeed! Thank you!
Oh! This is ancient sorcery. I love it, Terra.
A tale as old as human nature, yes ! I am honored you dig it!
Welcome to her Majesty’s parlor! Love it!!
Why thank you!!
I could taste your venom. Great piece.
She’s planning the sting…
Thank you!