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The Gremlin Armageddon Clock The spider weaves his web in thin air. A hornet flies with purpose through the air. His hive mind telling him to collect. Until the moment he realizes he is caught in the spider's web, A web so dense and powerful it forces him into a death rattle. Alarming the hibernating spider. One eye opens fixating on the hornet. Then a second eye, then a third, as all eight eyes bear down on the hornet. The spiders stomach groans in eminent pleasure. The hornet tries one last time to free him self. But there is no success to his desperate actions. The spiders legs have come to full rest on his web, Hovering over his meal, savoring every last bit of starvation he went through. Then fangs sink in deep into hornets flesh. Chapter 1 Malcolm meets Durell. Malcolm spots a large hill on the animal path he has been following. He followed this trail until mid afternoon. He must be close to the foot foothills of The Malta Mountain Range. Once he found the foothills he was just a week or so away from the port city Luna-mar. Near the crest of the trail, he smells a distant cooking fire. Licking his finger and testing the air trying to get the direction of the prevailing winds. – it must becoming from the West. A curiosity turns into wonder who would be out here? Maybe hunter or trappers? Possibly people he could trade with? Since he is a well respected member of the Travelers Guild, the decision seems easy, he heads towards the foreign smells, of almost home cooking. Now quietly moving through the dense undergrowth. It seems this forest floor has been traveled many times. Spotting two small hunting cabins in a clearing a few hundred yards away. He scans the area, looking for any movement. A large ... ... middle of paper ... ... effects of this healing potion. I can’t be sure, I have never used this potion on someone who has been covered in the oil. It should be a few days before any infection get serious. Durell drinks the potion. He feels his vitality rapidly return, but he also feels the pain of broken ribs and the cuts on his thighs. The lacerations on his head seem to hurt worse, but he has dealt with many different kinds of pain growing up in his world. “When your ready we will go.” He nods, that he is ready. Malcolm waves him to motion, as Durell passes by him. Malcolm stares at the two cabins. He whispers out a spell. The campfire grows bigger and bigger. It sends out two jets of flame towards the cabins. The fire turns into a conflagration as the two cabins are consumed in magical fire. Malcolm places his hand on Durell's shoulder, pushing him faster and faster.
By noon they had begun to climb toward the gap in the mountains. Riding up through the lavender or soapweed, under the Animas peaks. The shadow of an eagle that had set forth from the line of riders below and they looked up to mark it where it rode in that brittle blue and faultless void. In the evening they came out to upon a mesa that overlooked all the country to the north... The crumpled butcher paper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue dusk and in the middle distance the glazed bed of a dry lake lay shimmering like the mare imbrium. (168)
…the world is like an enormous spider web and if you touch it, however lightly, at any point the vibration ripples to the remotest perimeter and the drowsy spider feels the tingle and is drowsy no more but springs out to fling the gossamer coils about you who have touched the web and then inject the black, numbing poison under your hide.(188-89)
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The spider’s web is in a corner connected to the tile wall to wile wall and floor, in such a usual spot and it was miraculous that it kept her alive. The miracle she celebrates through out the essay is the death of the moth you once helped killed as the spider killed the sixteen moths who lay behind her toilet.
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...er and the soul are alike in how they search for what will continue their existence. For the spider, it is waiting patiently as he tries to find a way to trap his prey in order to continue its life. As for the soul, it must be patient and hold on to what it knows as religious truth as it waits to be nourished by the one that it truly serves. Both the spider and the soul must hold onto their anchor in order to wait for their prey. Once it is spotted, they must move quickly to it in order to ensure that they catch it. Once it is within their grasp, their existence may continue. But, if they are sidetracked by what goes on in their immediate surroundings instead of concentrating on their prey, then they may lose their opportunity for life. That is why the spider and the soul must be patient, noiseless, and ever ready to obtain what they have hunted for so long.
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