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A humid, hot, scorching sun beat down on the steaming pavement. No visible signs of life were present on the black, crackled ground, where weeds and flowers and grass poked through, looking to the sun. Several minutes of this eerie silence passed, the sun continuously beating down on the pavement and a slight, airy breeze drifting by in short and sporadic patterns. A small scuttling and shuffling sound appeared. A dainty creature propped up on eight spindly and elongated legs crept across the surface of the earth, its fat and round body like a rock of stability and navigation. The little black spider precariously sprinted, its thin hair legs getting burned and hurt with each step. It was seeking safety of its web, where her little nest of flies and eggs were waiting for her return. The spider swiftly glanced up with its many, bulbous eyes, searching for any predators of which she would be the perfect meal for. In that moment of glancing, one of her many dainty and beautiful legs slipped into a crack that inhabited seeds and weeds. She pulled in panic and fear, flailing madly. The spider wanted the warmth and comfort of her silky web, not the scorching heat of the blacktop, where she was alone and openly vulnerable. With more flailing and tugging and pulling, her black leg broke free of the grasp of which she was in, like a prisoner breaking free of their jail cell. She took a couple of dainty and simple hops, testing out the newly freed leg. With no feeling of pain and torturous breakage, she scuttled along the black ground once more, fleeing to the safety of her beautiful nest. She had not heard the sliding and graceful body of the lizard who had been watching her journey. She had not seen the green scales that glimmered and shined the scorching sun as the lizard had stalked her. She had not heard the slippery tongue flow in and out of a pointed and hard mouth, testing the air. She had felt the tongue envelope her in a liquidy and heated kiss, crushing her body. In that moment, the spider felt no more scorching heat from the sun and she felt no more of the extended pink tongue of the lizard as she was swallowed whole. The lizard, satisfied with his meal, slithered back to the cool and refreshing shade, awaiting the next poor soul that would cross his path on the black and tainted ground, which would be fully exposed by the scorching sun.

Description
A humid, hot, scorching sun beat down on the steaming pavement. No visible signs of life were present on the black, crackled ground, where weeds and flowers and grass poked through, looking to the sun. Several minutes of this eerie silence passed, the sun continuously beating down on the pavement and a slight, airy breeze drifting by in short and sporadic patterns. A small scuttling and shuffling sound appeared. A dainty creature propped up on eight spindly and elongated legs crept across the surface of the earth, its fat and round body like a rock of stability and navigation. The little black spider precariously sprinted, its thin hair legs getting burned and hurt with each step. It was seeking safety of its web, where her little nest of flies and eggs were waiting for her return. The spider swiftly glanced up with its many, bulbous eyes, searching for any predators of which she would be the perfect meal for. In that moment of glancing, one of her many dainty and beautiful legs slipped into a crack that inhabited seeds and weeds. She pulled in panic and fear, flailing madly. The spider wanted the warmth and comfort of her silky web, not the scorching heat of the blacktop, where she was alone and openly vulnerable. With more flailing and tugging and pulling, her black leg broke free of the grasp of which she was in, like a prisoner breaking free of their jail cell. She took a couple of dainty and simple hops, testing out the newly freed leg. With no feeling of pain and torturous breakage, she scuttled along the black ground once more, fleeing to the safety of her beautiful nest. She had not heard the sliding and graceful body of the lizard who had been watching her journey. She had not seen the green scales that glimmered and shined the scorching sun as the lizard had stalked her. She had not heard the slippery tongue flow in and out of a pointed and hard mouth, testing the air. She had felt the tongue envelope her in a liquidy and heated kiss, crushing her body. In that moment, the spider felt no more scorching heat from the sun and she felt no more of the extended pink tongue of the lizard as she was swallowed whole. The lizard, satisfied with his meal, slithered back to the cool and refreshing shade, awaiting the next poor soul that would cross his path on the black and tainted ground, which would be fully exposed by the scorching sun.