I´ve never liked my own writing, the moment a read a dialog made by me I have the irresistible urge to burn the piece of paper and burry the ashes as deep as possible in the ground. That been said, I always find myself writing stories in hopes of one day making a decent story to publish.

So, in order to receibe unbiased and constructive critique ill publish a little set of stories, that will give context to the images i´ll be posting in the coming weeks, the story and the images have been inspired by  psychology spider-taur , go check his work out, its amazing (warning. its adult material).

Also, in writing this stories ive come to realize many details of myself, many of my deepest fears found themselves emerging in this project, many insecurities and sources of anguish, I now see writing in a new light, a terrifying light, and admire the braves who despise it all write and publish distorted images of themselves for the world to see, all of them are braves who deserve praise and having songs speak of their great courage.

so, without further a due, here’s the first chapter of Charles’s spider web
Charles was a young man, those you could call Young adult and he was in a critical period of his life as he was having doughs about his life choices,he found no purpose in his work and his position was both expendable and replaceable. Charles was also starting to have financial problems, for his performance at the office was dropping along with his self-steam. Friends suggested jokingly to see a shrink, but not Charles, he found that idea emasculating, for him, talking about his feelings and childhood traumas could not possibly help him settle on a new course, he needed a new north to follow, and he was either going to find it or make it.

But as he was walking through a plaza on his way home, he saw something that made consider the shrink with new appreciation. Right in front of him stood a deer, a buck with adorned antlers, small moon shaped jewels hanged from them. The creature stared into Charles eyes, it was as if it could see into him, yet as striking as this deer was, no one else in the plaza seemed to notice, it was as if the animal and Charles where in a different plane of existence. Charles was starting to get nervous after many seconds of immobility, he decided to slowly walk away, but the moment he took a step back the deer and the plaza were gone, he stood in what seemed like a waiting room. The place was mostly made of wood, table’s chairs, walls and floor. The roof was made of planks, it all seemed to be a cabin in the middle of the woods, but there were no windows, the place was lid by glowing specs of light that floated everywhere with a green glow, while others closer to the door glowed in more blueish tones.

Charles was confused, he was still processing the fact that a deer only he could see had appear before him, and now he was in a cabin´s room, with no windows, surrounded by glowing dots, if this was not a hallucination, nothing was. Despite his astonishment, the room itself was pretty calm, and birds chirped on the other side of the door, Charles stood there for a while, scared that everything would change again if he took another step, but after a few minutes he decided that the door was his only option, carefully he took a step forward and nothing happened, he took another and he was still in the room, so he started to walk and eventually stood in front of it, he moved his hand toward the handle half expecting to be transported again the moment he touched it. But that again was not the case, he opened the door, and came to another wooden room, this one had no roof, sunlight streamed from above and bird could be heard from outside the walls, but again no windows and the only door being the one he just opened.

On the center of the room was a heavy looking table, with a box on top of it and two chairs on opposite ends. Charles was a little disappointed to find no exit, but the calm setting was keeping him from despairing, at least for now. He walked the room and after checking every wall for some sort of hidden door he took a seat. There was nothing, the wall ere high and very smooth, Charles found little hope in him to climb out of the hole he was in. after standing in vain looking at the blue sky above him for several minutes his attention turned to the box in the center of the table. The blank in his mind finally been filled by association with “Alice in wonderland”, as he walk closer to the box he started to expect some sort of cake that would make him grow enough to leave the room. The box itself was intricately decorated with various motifs; Charles instantly recognized a deer with a crescent moon above its head and his gut twisted as the memory of the spectral creature flooded his mind. Fortunately it was not the only one, a ram horned snake also decorated a side of the box and there was also a cat in another side. The front side, as well as the lid shared a spider motif, Charles though it was trying to look cute, but the spider just made it macabre, the craftsmen chose poorly, their efforts to make it appealing were admirable, but no enough.

Charles took the box from the center of the table and moved it closer to him, it wasn’t too heavy, the box itself had to be most of the weight, whatever was inside, could not be too massive. There was no lock on the box, it was only a matter of lifting the lid. And the moment he did so blackness and a terrifying howl came from within