Monday, October 17, 2011


I wrote this for my mom's spiderweb spiral challenge.  Enjoy!  

Leanna was playing outside when she saw a black widow dangling from a thread.  She called her mom immediately.  Her mom came out and killed the spider.

And that got Leanna thinking.  Thinking about all the spiders who had been killed.  About all the webs destroyed by kids.  Why nobody cared about spiders.  And how she could help spiders.

Then she fell fast asleep with her dreams of spiders.

The next day she had trouble concentrating.  She failed a math test.  As a reward, she had to pull a card.  She was SO unfocused, she didn't hear the lunch bell.

When recess started, she ran for the door, and slammed it behind her.  And all she wanted to do was sit on a bench.  The bench had armrests with spirals.  The right hand side had a spiral with a web coming off it.  There was a male black widow on the silky clear web.  When Leanna saw it, she began to weep.

She decided to help it not be killed.  She took off her glittery pink jacket and put it over the web and the spider.  Then she went back to class.

After school, she went to the same bench she had been at during recess.  She lifted the jacket she placed on the web, and sure enough, it was still there.  She talked to the spider, asked it questions like, "Do you like being all alone?  Is it pleasant up there?"  But, of course the spider didn't reply.

She told herself it was time to go home.  She covered the web back up and peddled home.

That night when she went to sleep, she dreamed of the spider.  She always did talk to the spider.  Every day, to be precise.  And she loved the spider like a brother.

The End.

A Bottle Tree

I wrote this for my mom's bottle tree challenge on her blog.  Enjoy!  

Clair and her friends Jake and Darlin were walking to school when they passed an old house with a tree with bottles on it.  The kids were admiring it when, to their surprise, an old woman appeared on the sidewalk next to them.

"Hello," she said to the children.  "It sure is pretty, isn't it?"  she asked.

"Yes," Replied Clair.

"What do you think is in those bottles?" asked Darlin.

"I could tell you," said the woman.  "In the bottles, there are spirits.  Can you guess which kind?"

"Bad," Answered Jake proudly.

"Yes, how did you know?"  Asked the woman.

"My mom told me."

"The bottles were put up to keep bad spirits away," said the woman.

"So far it's worked," said Darlin.


"Well, I've got to go.  Goodbye, kids!"

"We best get moving too," said Clair.

"Goodbye!"  the kids all said together.