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Placid Facade-Chapter 3 Prescott waved to another employee on his way to the parking lot. The mantis happily waved back, handing a check to a thin spider. Prescott slowly walked to his car, smiling. Prescott merrily opened the car door and hopped in. The brown spider heard a loud growl and held his stomach. He needed something to eat. Prescott pulled his keys from his shirt pocket and cranked up the car. "Man, I love hearing that engine purr," he thought to himself. Prescott pulled out of his parking spot and into the road.
The spider pulled in at a fast food joint about five minutes from the bank. He parked his car and walked in. A female scorpion greeted him. "Good morning, Pres," she giggled, "aren't you late for work?" Prescott sighed. "I had a mental breakdown about, well, you-know-what in the boss' office. He gave me a week off." The scorpion grinned. "Well, it means you can spend some time with someone special." The scorpion smiled and batted her eyes. Prescott gave her a confused look. "
Placid Facade-Chapter 2 Prescott settled into the leather seat of his new car. He smiled as he touched a screen beside of the steering wheel. It scanned his hairy palm and the engine stirred. Prescott sat in his seat, slowly lifting his hand off of his boss' the scanner. For the amount he paid for it, this was an awesome car. Prescott buckled his seat belt and gripped the wheel. The spider ran his hands down it, feeling the soft handholds. Prescott was forced back into reality when he glanced at the clock. His foot stomped the gas and the spider sped into the road.
Prescott arrived at the bank safely, and fortunately, without a speeding ticket. Prescott opened the car door and ran about halfway to the doors before going back and closing the door to his vehicle. The arachnid darted to the bank's entryway once more, tired of the constant sprinting.
A young scorpion woman greeted Prescott as he opened the door. "You're a bit late again, mister," she giggled. Prescott replied with a look of pu
Placid Facade-Chapter 1 A large, hairy being stirs from its slumber. It slowly opens its dark, shimmering eyes half way, gazing at the alarm clock as it rings. The time is seven o' clock, in the morning. The beast was late for something. However, the monster took its time. It crawled out of bed at a snail's pace, silently standing up and outstretching its beefy arms. After the stretch, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he meandered to the bathroom sink.
The being glanced into the mirror. He sported a blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of loose boxers. They were perfect for lounging around, doing nothing. This beast wasn't about that. He was exactly one hour, five minutes, and thirty-seven seconds tardy. He quickly wet a wash cloth and rubbed his face. He stared into the mirror, the cloth touching what we would call his mouth.
"Why was I born a spider?" He asks himself. "Why not something beautiful, like a mantis or silk moth?" He shook his head. Why should he trouble himself? He was a
The Roles of Insect SpeciesSilk Moths-
These slender beings are the center of insect society. They serve as god-kings and queens, and rule peacefully. They are they only species that are able to fly. Silk Moths are manipulative beings that love to be admired and adored.
Spiders are they second most powerful beings, controlling the economy. Their jobs include banking and real estate. They have powerful jaws, and are able to inject their enemies with various poisons.
Scorpions are by far the most gentle species. They are also the heaviest. Along with the Mantis, they are in charge of tourism and entertainment. Despite their large claws and sharper stinger tail, they are very shy and docile. There are always exceptions, however.
The Mantis are loud, obnoxious beings that often accept jobs such as singing, dancing, and acting. They work with Scorpions in the entertainment industry.
Camel Spiders are the labor force of the insect world, doing jobs such as mining and construc
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My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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