Don’t Mess with the Dreamcatchers

Posted: March 8, 2014 by writingsprint in Fantasy
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spider web

Part one of “Don’t Mess with the Dreamcatchers”

The trouble started when Carl painted over the last dreamcatcher in the house. He didn’t know why the previous owners had loved them so much. They had smiled and said they’d always protected them. That was lovely, but he and Jen had other ideas for how they wanted to decorate the house.

As he was putting away the paint cans in the garage, he heard a shriek from upstairs. He ran back inside the house.

“Daaad! There’s a spider in my room!”

Carl found five-year-old Jessie cringing away from the door. She pointed. Near the door, just a few feet from where he stood, a little brown spider had started making a web in the ceiling beams. They had a house that was built like a southwest cabin, so there were plenty of spaces to string them up.

“Honey, it’s okay. He’s not hurting you.”

“He could bite me! He could crawl on me!”

“If he bites you might turn into Spidergirl. Wouldn’t that be cool?” She was a big Spidergirl fan. Jessie shook her head. Well, that wasn’t working. “I guess not. It’s not fun to be bitten by a spider anyway.”

The spider was about the size of Carl’s thumbnail, and had brown patterns like a tiger. He was a beautiful little guy. Carl found a jar and captured the spider, then swept away the web. He released the spider outside. Without the horrible fanged creature at her back, Jessie was running around the house and making mayhem like she always did.

Carl watched the spider scurry into the grass. He didn’t mind spiders in the house, as long as they weren’t where he could see them, or they weren’t poisonous. Spiders ate the bad bugs.

He went back inside to keep an eye on Jessie. She had a playdate with one of her friends in an hour, so she was watching the minutes until then. Carl played some games with her until it was time to go.

When they got home, Carl found two more spiderwebs he’d never seen before, one in the garage, another on the front porch. The one on the porch was absolutely gorgeous. It looked like it had been there for years, a beautiful thing with razor-thin silver strands that looked like it could be a princess’s veil. He swept them down gently with a broom, careful to put the spiders in the grass without hurting them. Carl wondered if it was time to call an exterminator.

  1. A.D. Everard says:

    [I read this post after the next one – sorry!]

    Now I’m seeing the “Uh-oh!” forming in the story. Those dreamcatchers are protective.

    I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next [not next, I mean, next-next]. 😀


  2. 🙂 I should probably put “part one,” “part two,” etc. in these posts.


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