Wednesday, October 1, 2025

The spider story

         One morning, when Timos woke up from troubled dreams, he found out that himself transformed into a horrible spider. 

    Then rather that seeing the disadvantages i saw the advantages so with so many legs i decided to climb to the highest place i could find. After lots of hours of searching i finally found it, i will climb to the mountain Olympus to see the view from up there. I thought that this was going to be easy but little did i know that this was the most difficult thing i could do even with so many legs. While i was trying to climb the mountain my heart started beating hard and horrible thoughts started to creep in. I was really scared about what i will see in the way to the top of the mountain. Finally after lots of walking i did it. I climbed the mountain Olympus. The view was great and i waited for a bit to see the view from up there. Then my phone rang and and when i looked to it i saw a message. The message has been sent from mum to went to my home to eat dinner. 

    So i started to going down the mountain and i was thinking what to say about my new body. After one hour i went home. I knocked the door and my mum opened it. But before i start to explain what happened, my mum grabbed a shoe and started chasing me. I swiftly ran as far as possible trying to find a hiding spot. After hours of running i found the perfect hiding spot. It was wooden house near the sea with no one inside it so i decided to stay there for the night. Suddenly in the middle of the night i felt my legs shrinking. I quickly get up and i found out that i was hopefully normal again.

2 comments:

  1. Timos yours is the most optimistic positive version so far! The scene where your mother chases you with a shoe made me laugh also. Well done for including new vocabulary in your story, keep up the good work.

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  2. It's really interesting!!! I really liked the part that you climbed Olympus!

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