Title: What if … (PG, Fantasy, Familiars)
Author: charsstoma
Word count: 100


“I found a quarter among the couch cushions,” Mike mentioned over his salad.

“I vacuumed and cleaned the hell out of that room before we went on holiday,” John frowned.

“I know dear. I cleared the new set of webs out. Relocated the tenants outside.”

“You put them in a good place?”

“In the shrubbery where the floodlights are.”

“Excellent. They’ll eat well there. We’ll need more lighting in the backyard soon.”

“Yes. Until then best to put up the No Vacancy sign. I’d rather not have any critiquing were-spiders in our bedroom. They’re not paying enough for a show.”

Title: A New Way of Wrapping Up Crime (G, Paranormal)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


Titus shuddered as he viewed the newly organized police squadron. Sure it would undoubtedly lower crime, if only because there’d be ‘accidents’ during apprehension of suspects.

“Where did we acquire the humans for the teams again,” he asked.

“They asked for volunteers,” Sgt. Julius answered. “I was surprised we got this many.”

“Couldn’t they have found smaller,” Titus paused, “representatives for the non-humans.”

“They were only able to convince the larger individuals to join.”
Julius prompted, “Sir, you should address the squad … from down there.”

Below them the orderly line of men with their 5 foot tall arachnid partners waited.



I waited so long to find a place to write to this prompt. *evil cackles*
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These sparkling little fellows are called mirror, or sequined, spiders. Like all of the spider species of the thwaitesia genus, their abdomens are covered with reflective silvery patches that look just like tiny stained-glass sculptures or even pieces of jewelry. Not much is known about them, but one thing is for sure – these creatures belong to a unique species of spiders that will probably confuse most arachnophobes.

Take a look at these stunning photographs of mirror spiders. Hopefully, they’ll prove just how beautiful spiders can be.

Follow this link is you want but I think the first photo pretty much does it.

http://www.swifty.com/destinations/7681/17-nope-animal-pics-that-prove-australia-is-absolutely-terrifying


They didn't label it but I'm pretty sure it's a Zombie Koala or a very pissed off one.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #50 - Gold


Title: Golden Web (PG,were-spiders, family)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt: Gold
Thank you Meep for choosing the title since I couldn't.
Chapter 2 of the Were-spider series)




Reflected sunlight gleamed gold from the clerestory windows under the wide eaves and yes the Arachnos home was built into the hillside to take advantage of the natural insulation of the earth, in short another burrow but with pretty windows. Penn sat in the car and stared until Archie opened the car door and grinned at him.

“Be brave. Mom won’t eat you.”

Penn got quite the reverse feeling when a voice boomed out, “Not without catsup anyway,” and then laughed. “Your mother could eat anything with catsup on it.” He stuck his hand out, “Welcome. I’m this dangler from a string’s father, James Arthros. Took Millie’s last name, since all the kids were going to be were-spiders anyway. Seemed right, like correct labeling. You’ll probably want to do the same.”

Penn wheeled around to glare at Archie, “WHAT?”

Archie’s dad frowned at his son, “You did ask him to marry you, right?”

“Yes,” Archie sighed, “he’s having a problem with the idea of having kids.”

James grinned, “Oh, is that all? It’s alright son,” he addressed to Penn, “only one at a time. No problem at all though the sibling rivalry can get a bit hairy. Number of times I had to break up a biting scuffle and got bitten myself,” he shook his head. “Lived to tell the tale and there were some tails that got a wailing on after. Should have seen their little eyes when they realized how purring mad their mother was at them. They were afraid they’d killed me.” He shrugged, “venom isn’t lethal, sure stings though which some seem to like when frolicking in bed,” was said with a grin.

“Daaaaad.”

“James, Archie,” laughed a woman surely too young to be Archie's mom, “stop teasing our prospective son-in-law. He’ll find out the truth on his own.”

“Thank you.” Penn paused, “I think. Only one at a time?” he asked hesitantly.

“Usually,” was smiled back, “and the venom only paralyses for a short time especially when they’re young. Nothing to worry about ... if I get any grandkids from my children.” She took his arm leading him into the house, “Speaking of which I’ve put you both on the other side of the house so you can get working on that.” She giggled as she said it.

“Which room Mom?”

“Well we didn’t nee-eed two web rooms, so we put you in there.”

Archie smiled.

Think I've found my "look at me being innocent" avatar. You'd believe me, right?


http://bit.ly/11LckDs

Title: No Thank You, Really
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 273
I provided this first line to a contest Jenna Breen is doing. Two lucky people will be chosen from the entries to receive her new book, A Little Weird.
That's over here at - http://torquere-social.livejournal.com/2455291.html.
The line bit me.


The five spindly hairy black legs that he could see at the wall’s edge beckoned to him like a hand of a lover or a cunning spider. In a way he hoped it was the latter because anything like that otherwise would be something fallen out of nightmares. The spider couldn’t be all that big, he assured himself but if that were a hand then the body it was attached to didn’t bear thinking of.

“You are going to go check that out, aren’t you?” Chess asked him with a nasty grin. “Can’t leave a lady or a guy waiting.”

“Sure I can. Just watch me,” Rune replied. “It’ll take more than that to get my half of the loot we’ve got and over my dead body. I don’t aim to provide my half to you.”

“Now don’t be like that. She or he wants you to come see her or him. It’s not like they’d let anything unnaturally vicious in here despite the clientele. You offend someone and then we’ll both be tossed out. Just go over there and say no thank you.”

Rune sighed cursing under his breath. This was a real bad idea.

It was a bad idea as it turned out. It wasn’t a spider exactly but it acted like one. His silk wrapped body hung in one of the rooms above stairs next to about five others. The paralysis kept him quiet as he felt the suckling of the smaller version of that beckoning hand. If he survived this he’d find Chess and demand his share of the blood money that providing a brood prey had garnered him.