The Great Boot

This is a short story by my brother,Pranav. I loved it so much I decided to put it up! His writing style is very different from mine and unique in it's own way. Give as much feedback as you like, I'm sure he'll be glad for the encouragement!
-Ayesha/ Maya.

The Great Boot
By Pranav George Thomas


I scurried as fast as eight legs could carry me, arriving just as the boot crashed down behind me. Entering, I saw two eyes staring at me. I resumed scurrying.

Hoping the rat was too shocked to give chase, I ran to a crack in the wall and squeezed myself in. I thought back to how it had all started. There I was innocently spinning my web when a large juicy fly got caught in it. I hadn’t eaten for days and was starving. Seconds before I reached it something large and heavy hit my web. I was almost squashed under it but I managed to jump off, landing on the ground. Another immense structure crashed down beside me, this time hard and black. I recognized it as the god my parents had referred to as The Great Boot. What scared me was the fact that it was notorious for killing my kind. I have already told you what happened next. Now it was time to find a safe place to build another web. To my extreme surprise, the crack I was in led me to a ground studded with many boulders and bathed in an unearthly yellow light. I began to scurry through this strange landscape.
After what seemed like many years of scurrying, I came to a sea of moving mountains. In the midst of it all stood a long white giant. On what I assumed was its head, I saw two towers bending toward each other. One was green, the other yellow. As I turned to run, something that felt like a rubbery cliff fell on me.

And now in spidey heaven, I tell you, people, if you think a dog’s life is bad, then just take a look at mine!

You would probably think that I’m happy up here? Sure, they say heaven is God’s gift to life, the place of eternal rest, blah, blah, blah, but the hard part of it is the fact that spidey heaven is connected to human heaven. Now every five minutes we have a bunch of humans coming over to gape at us. None of us really care about this, but what we do care about is that they keep treading on us, muttering fake apologies and running off. And they seem to derive particular pleasure from stepping on Me, of all spiders!
I made the mistake of telling this to a friendly spider I met. He instantly gave me a disgusted look and ran away, leaving me standing and staring after him, until a human stamped on me and left me squashed and staring after him. Now, there’s a rumor circulating around spidey heaven that a self-important brat of a spider, who thinks too much of himself is wandering around spidey heaven.

Sometimes I think of jack-o’-lantern, not being fried in hell or being squashed in heaven.

Lucky chap.