This is just a series of one-shots I thought up about a giant spider. Some are from the victim's point of view, others from the spiders. And some from both.

If you don't like them I suggest you don't read.

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Food Chain

Do you know what it's like to be in a spiderweb? Not many people do, but to some people, like children, they know what it's like, after all, what can they do. I'm bigger then them, I feed on the older, the young to my children. It's nothing personal really, but when you're as big as me, flies just won't do. I click my fangs together a bit, no one seems to be in the forest tonight worth taking, I only take children. Why you might ask? Simple, the teenagers and adults know how to fight back well enough, the younger ones aren't developed enough, they're fair game. I don't think they like what I do them, wrapping them up tightly and watching hungrily as they water down. I can tell by how they wimper and cry for their mommies and daddies. I go through the thick underbrush and crawl into my den, it's underground, and most children that see it are too stupid not to jump right in. And oh yes, playing with my food is an old hobby of mine I throughly enjoy.

What do I mean by playing with my food you ask? Simple, I keep a human alive and in captivity, but it doesn't take long for hunger to kick in, at which point I poison them. They're alive, aware, just paralyzed, it's not my fault that they got themselves in here, they should pay attention. My current one is a small child, probably 6, I'm created by it's crying and pleading, I chuckle and click my fangs once more. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying." I tell him, walking towards him, he's trying to speak despite the fact his tounge has been watered down "Speak more clearly."

That's right, I take away their abillity to speak, it would give me away, they can't do much without a tounge as I've learned. I crawl towards a carcass I had stored on the edge of the web, the little boy currently caught on the web whimpers. I'm guessing this watered down mixture of blood, fluid, and muscle is his brother, they looked alike and were together. I leave there to find my next victim, expecting that next time, the eggs I layed into him will have hatched and he will be completely surround by a web, already watered down, and they will be feeding upon his corpse. Before I leave, I wrap a web around the corpse of the other, and bring it to the edge of the forest leaving his mangled corpse there for the humans to find. Before I can reach my den in the deep forest, I hear frantic whimpering. At last, my new meal has come.

I edge my way to where I hear it to find what looks to be a 4 year old little boy, ah the youngest are alway the most sweet. But as I told you, I love to play with my food. That's another thing I've regreted to mention, if they're under the age of 6 or above the age of 10, they're all mine. He clutches onto a baseball cap tightly, and looks around, eyes filled with tears. I expect he won't last, the crybaby's don't they always at some time or another frantically run, straight into one of my traps. He doesn't just looks around frantically, how boring. I'm hungry, so why not? I leap onto him, and as he screams, I impale him through the head. Blood flows out, and I smile, drinking it with happiness.

I click my fangs once more, and water him down the old fashioned way, I bite into his stomache, and extract my fast acting venom. Without a moments hesitation, I tear off his shirt, and his chest along with it. A combination of blood, goop, and what appears to be what's left of bone are left. Slowly, I lurch down and drink it all slowly. Biting into his flesh within seconds, I savor the taste, not fully eating it. I leave what remains of it, a organless, bloodless, ripped open little boy. Sure to be found by whoever he was with.

I lay a few eggs into his carcass and smile, the more I gave birth to the more humans slowly go extinct. It doesn't take me long to get to my den again, crawling inside, I smile as I see the child I had saved squirming and trying to scream, thousands of little hairy creatures crawling over him. I see him decaying, watering down and click happily. A mother is always proud of her children, and to me, my children were learning quickly. I walk towards him, and smile as he slowly gives up, and his body is covered, my children begin to drink him up like he's nothing.

It feels good to be at the top of the food chain, it's just too bad you humans will never live long enough to realize it.

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So what do you think, should I write more?

Next up: A little boy is forced to go into the cellar by his parents, and realizes why his brother went missing. The reason is giant, has 8 legs, and has been waiting for it's next meal.