Today, I’m going
to post a back-and-forth story that me and my friend James did after I tagged
him with this picture from I survived.
Enjoy!
After flipping the turn signal, James
glanced at the passenger side mirror. What
the fuck! He slammed on the breaks in the middle of the highway and leaped out the driver’s side door of his ’92 Corola.
Creak!
Boom!
A twenty-eight car pileup created a mountain of metal before a
massive explosion set the whole thing
ablaze.
While stumbling away from the
destruction, James licked his lips. Did I imagine
that?
The smell of roasted flesh
zipped through the air.
James gagged, and his knees
buckled. He began to swoon until he noticed the only survivors of the fireball.
The spiders.
And they were coming his way.
Skitter!
Skitter, skitter!
They grew with each of their
eight-legged steps until the largest one resembled an elephant.
James screamed and spun on his heels, to run, only to find himself
surrounded. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, we plan on it,” the elephant-sized spider said.
Looking for a hole in their formation, James found one of the spiders who hadn’t reached a ridiculous size
since it had lost most of its legs.
It was the only one that had sustained any sort of
damage. I … don’t understand. I thought fire — After taking a deep breath, he dashed towards the crippled arachnid.
The
other spiders
hissed.
James sprang forward, and
when his lead foot left the ground, he smiled. Victo—
He shouldn’t have
taken his eyes off of the street.
A loose stone
caught his back foot and upended him. He flipped through the air and landed flat on his
ass.
Thud!
A spike rolled up
his spine.
His head jerked
backwards.
His muscles
twitched.
No!
He had to ignore
the hammer to the head-like pain and climb to his feet.
No choice!
While James righted
himself, he felt something brush against his hand. He glanced back over his shoulder.
The elephant-sized
spider stared straight at him, all eight eyes filled with what could only
be described as a twisted sense of glee. “That was
cute. Do you do other tricks
too?”
Jumping back with
energy he didn’t realize he had, James once again scrambled forward
and tried to slip past the wounded spider.
From behind, the
elephant-sized spider released a jeering laugh. “That’s the
spirit! It’s no fun if they don’t struggle a bit!”
A team of spiders
sprinted to close the gap on the left.
The elephant-sized
spider sauntered forward, the fur on its mandibles standing on end. “Just like that,
my children. He must be tenderized!”
James huffed, and
with each heavy step, a jolt of agony lanced through his right leg. Fuck, I think I sprained my ankle.
The
wounded spider rubbed its two remaining legs together as if he were offering
himself to it for a dinner special.
After putting all
of his weight onto his left leg, James juked to the left and broke into
daylight.
Skitter, skitter.
Skitter, skitter.
Skitter, skitter.
James ran harder than he
thought possible.
Skitter, skitter.
Skitter.
Silence.
A long moment later, James
glanced behind him.
Nothing.
No fire.
No cars.
No spiders.
Thank god, no spiders.
James skidded to a halt
and blinked. What? His head jerked
left and right while his heart rate rose.
Thump.
Thump!
Thump-thump!
Thump-thump, thump!
With a sour taste
caressing the back of his tongue, James swallowed.
As if right beside
his ear, the voice of the elephant-sized spider said, “Guess you were just
a one-trick-pony after all.” It sighed.
James choked and staggered
back into a tree. I must be going mad.
To be continued … .
Thank you for reading,
Travis
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