Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Inspired by Stephen King’s The Mist
He guided the red Toyota, one hand on the steering wheel, around the curve. A pleasant feeling. Like G-force in a space capsule. He appreciated how all the weight of the car would ‘bunch up’ on the driver’s side on those turns.
He passed a car going in the other direction. An older Chevy.
There was a giant spider on the grill. A spider the size of a boy, trying to pull itself onto the hood, trying to maintain its balance.
The family in the car – there were at least three of them – were screaming. Their mouths looked like great black blotches on the faces. Everyone was pointing at the spider.
It was over instantly. He was going in one direction. They were going in the other. He knew what he’d seen.
As he hit the straightaway, the foliage gave way to a row of houses on the opposite side of the street from a gas station. A group of about a dozen people were staring up at a telephone pole. At the top, obscuring the wires at the transformer, was a great web, a great ugly mass of gray spun candy.
A kid wearing an attendant’s uniform and carrying a red plastic gas can ran towards them. He carried the can with one hand and waved frantically with the other.
Another spider, brown and the size of a man lying on his back, was following the kid. Presumably it wasn’t making a sound.
He honked the horn, and he screamed, too