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The Smallest Ones

145 words (1 minute)

This, but even smaller.

No, smaller than that. Too small to make out any individual spider with your naked eye.

Watch me roll into town like the morning fog, a hazy cloud covering the area. Before you realize anything is abnormal, you've already breathed me in. You're mine now.

In Pursuit Of Greater Heights

410 words (2 minutes)

Even witches long for something greater sometimes.

Knowledge of herb and ritual, of crystal and will, of secret places hidden inside the thin edge separating light and shadow... it is all only knowledge, after all. It is not ascension.

Void Swallows

439 words (2 minutes)

Little moth, little moth... seeking the light of knowledge so eagerly, so indiscriminately, so relentlessly, so obliviously, you have lost yourself.

You found me, now.

And I am something quite far from that small, flickering light.

Venomous Tattoo

407 words (2 minutes)

Touching nib to fang, the Spider Witch draws on her own venom for this part of the ritual.

With practiced movements, she inks fine lines onto her canvas. The securely bound creature does an admirable job of not flinching as its skin burns under each stroke.

Sweet Nothings

207 words (1 minute)

As much as I enjoy laying my eggs in the creatures I capture, there is one problem.

Doing so destroys my possessions, and that simply will not do. I get terribly sentimental over some of them, you know. Such pretty things to toy with and dote on—I do not wish to give them up!

Parting Gift

451 words (2 minutes)

Your witch is gone, dear one. Even a creature such as she cannot simply recover from an attack like that.

There, there. Dry your tears. She gave you one last parting gift to remember her by, didn't she? A purpose to carry out.

Such a good, loyal doll.

On Spiders

138 words (1 minute)

What is a spider, but a creature that spins webs, hunts, and lies in wait?

To be a spider is to touch the world through strands stretched beyond the limits of sight.

It is to react to the slightest vibration, executing plans stretched from the past to the target moment.


275 words (1 minute)

The small group of angels awaits the return of their sister, sent to vanquish a creature that had begun to threaten the Divine Order.

Their sister is strong and brave, and her halo burns with such ferocity. There is no way it could vanquish her.

Ah! Here she comes!

The Old House

197 words (1 minute)

The old house on the hill isn't haunted, for all it looks abandoned and for all the dust and the cobwebs.

One never sees any occupant. There is only the occasional visitor drawn to it by some hidden force. When they leave, they seem just fine. There must be no danger, right?

An Invitation For Dolls

447 words (2 minutes)

A doll is a hollow thing. Not all are physically so, of course. A doll certainly may have physical internals: gears, perhaps; a solid wood core; or even a fleshy mimicry of human organs. All are common enough.

Yet no meaningful selfhood fills it. Its mind is still.

Born Wrong Again

375 words (2 minutes)

The moth emerges from its chrysalis, reborn at last into the form it was meant to be.

But, wait, no—

This can't be right.

It can't be this.

What does it do when infinite, hopeful possibility crystallizes into such disappointing certainty?

Sweet Dreams, Sweeter Nightmares

1105 words (6 minutes)

In the dream, the Queen of Spiders sneaks up from behind you and sinks her fangs into your neck.

Your Gem is missing. Your power does not answer your call. But the venom in her bite fills you with indescribable heat and desire, and you don't care.

Not To Be

734 words (4 minutes)

The spider isn't Real, of course. You won't find it in your bathtub, nor in your kitchen, nor in the shadowy corners of your poorly-lit basement. You won't clean any web it doesn't leave up attached to your ceiling.

It lives in your dreams.

Doll Veterinarian

360 words (2 minutes)

You take your unmoving doll to the diagnostic clinic run by an eccentric witch.

"Ah!" it exclaims during examining. "I know this problem. Your doll has run out of spiders."

You object, saying you're pretty sure that's not how most dolls work, but it adopts a lecturing tone.

Anxiety Meds

656 words (3 minutes)

The doll frets and paces and clenches its fists again and again, stalking through the halls of the witch's house, holding in a restless impulse that's filled it to bursting with an overwhelming need to release every bit of coiled ferocity in an explosion of violence.

Favorite Catch

267 words (1 minute)

The Spider checking its web finds several moths that wandered in and—oh!—a fairy too. Must save that one for a special occasion, yes.

What else, what else… Hey, is that…?

Ah, yes, it is! A familiar sight, a pretty creature in loose-fitting black robes, a priestess.

You Belong Together

622 words (3 minutes)

The way it usually goes is this: you take your vitamins, you draw the door on glass, you speak your goodbyes, and then you slip through to the other side.

Then your life is hers to play with for a while, and oh, how her pleasure makes you smile!