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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Midnight Visitor
Honorable Mention
Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  by Arakun the twisted raccoon 
Prompt: Moon, spider, number
Word count: 286
The moon cast an eerie yellowish green glow through my bedroom window. Before I could push the covers back, get out of bed and close the blind, I noticed a creepy spider falling towards me from the ceiling. Did I mention that I hate spiders? Well I do! When I gasped, I noticed the thin line of its web he clung to, making his way down. I had two choices here. I could stay under the covers praying he would go back to where he came from, or scramble out of bed and find something useful to kill it.
Time was a wasting, so I chose plan B, and slid to the side of my bed, my right leg drifting toward the floor ever so slowly. I didn’t want to startle the spider and have it jump on me. Do you know how nasty spider bites are? All yellow and painful, worse than a pimple!
In my haste to escape and slip out of bed, I wound up on my butt sitting in a heap on the floor. I scanned the darkened room, looking for something, anything to kill the critter so I could go back to sleep. That’s when I saw it. The you’re number one mini balloon on a stick sitting on my desk. Pushing up off the floor, I moved to the desk and snatched it out of the vase, ready to take out the intruder.
I swung the balloon around like a tennis racket, and successfully brought it down to my comforter. The spider scurried across the bed, and I made a second swing, pounding it into oblivion. I grabbed a Kleenex, cleaned up the mess, and crawled back into bed smiling.
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