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  <b> DAILY PROMPT: SPIDER WEB</b></h1></center>
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<p><h4>It was cold,  dark,  damp,  wet and all she could feel was a high pitch ringing in her ear. <q>What happened, where am I?</q> She didnt remember her name, her family, where she stood before waking;  doesn't even remember her last meal. The walls were slimy. Like the slime that would gather around the boat doc we used to play under as a child. <q>WAIT</q> she thought to herself! A memory.  </h4></p> <br>

<p><h4>In order navigate through the darkness she had to touch the walls. She didn't like the slime back then and she definitely doesn't like it right now. <q>I  Must be underground somewhere.</q>She could here ticklets  of water and feel it soakinging within the wet walls. </h4></p><br>

<p><h4>  A warm gust of air glides across her face, she feels the air dry her tears. Her eyes now somewhat adjusted, she could kinda make out the ghostly image; <q>is it a corridor she thought to herself?</q> The closer she got, the hotter the air was; and in fact, glimmers of light can be seen up ahead. She decided to go through the corridor,  knowing that not trying to do anything would only lessen her chances of surviving this mess.</h4></p><br>

<p><h4>Out of nowhere the poor nameless girl gets entangled in what she thought were vines. The truth was scarier. Literally 20 years from the opening, the sun slowly rising to give the room a lighting perspective she wished she wouldnt have been  in the middle of.</h4></p><br>


<p><h4> It was then she noticed she was entangled in a giant <b>spider web.</b> She just couldn't fathom the fact that the strong fibers holding her,  came from such a small animal. While deadly in bite, sizes are relatively small. <q>WHY DO I KNOW ALL THIS STUFF?</q> Slowly, while hanging there, memories started to flood back. That's when she remembered who she was, what she was doing and how she got there.</h4></p><br>

<p><h4>  Her name was Stormy. She is a researcher that was looking into the spider that is cryptic and only heard in stories. Villagers said their cats, dogs, children were being carried away by a giant spider in the Amazon. Ever since the fire, these unknown species have no where to go. </h4></p><br>


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