This weeks writing prompt is a spider, (giant or other wise you decide). I must be one of the few people not the least bothered by spiders. Catching them and taking them out the house has won me so many brownie points with my wife.
I have a section in my work in progress called HOUSE OF THE SPIDER and I will add a little extract after the prompt.
Please do write something and add it to the comments. I really love to read them.
HOUSE OF THE SPIDER an extract.
. I slipped quietly into the cavern and there, to my horror, I saw the floor littered with the skeletons of countless children. The scene was rendered more horrible still by the presence of a hideous alter made of a slab of rough cut stone, to which poor Madeline was held by Mr Taranto and Mrs Grub. And the ghastly sight was completed by the presence at the head of the altar by her, by Ishtar. Now I knew from whence the sordid stench of lilies came.
The she-devil held that familiar silver dagger and she had pricked Madeline on the hand. Her blood dripped into a golden chalice (which I believe showed markings of the insular style)
“What monstrous place is this?” I exclaimed. “What devilry is this?”
As I spoke, Mrs Grub, leapt at me, but I downed her with a swift blow of the club. Madeline, now held only by Mr Taranto on the altar and struggled to escape his grasp. She turned to look at me, fully awake, and her eyes filled with fear.
“Unhand the child,” I cried. And turning towards me, he let Madeline go, and advanced with menace.
“You cannot stop us,” he said.
He stood, now revealed for what he was: a Lazarite. How could I not have known? I brandished the club, and again we began to grapple.
“Run child, run Madeline!” I called. And I saw her rise from the altar, and dart towards the passage way from which I had come, but Ishtar blocked her way.
“It is too late,” said Mr Taranto. “It is too late for you and the child.”
“Despicable,” I replied. “The Archbishop will hear of this.”
“You fool,” said Mr Taranto. “The Archbishop cannot help you now.”
While I grappled with the demonic headmaster, Mrs Grub rushed to the altar, grabbed the chalice and drank the hellish concoction it contained.
Some virtue in Madeline’s blood wrought a change on the woman. And what a change. The skin of the wizened old hag split open and from within the now dead husk of Mrs Grub emerged a creature of nightmares. What words can describe such primordial evil.
Things such as these should not walk the same earth as we do. I recalled the pit of Ishtar’s subterranean temple, and the demonic creature that devoured Cosgrove. Was it such a beast that now stood before me? Six red eyes shone from a single head, palps on either side carried venomous fangs. A monstrous body, draped in black fur, and suspended by eight jointed legs. The creature, an arachnid of monstrous size, moved towards me slowly; not from any fear on its part, but because it could see no need to rush. Its prey was caught. I had entered the house of the spider.
“You will not keep her from her prey,” cried Ishtar. Although now, I was its prey also.