I’m terrified of spiders. Not just like, “Ewww, a spider,” but like run away to the nearest shelter, even if it’s in the next state. I don’t like to read the word, say the word, type the word. I don’t hate sp——, but I would rather share a bunk bed with Beelzebub than with a sp—–. No offense, arachnids. I’m sure you’re a very nice lot. If only you didn’t have so many legs. (Shiver.)
TODAY’S PROMPT: Write a letter to yourself from the source of your greatest phobia. Personify it, making it less terrifying. Think of it as an exercise in self help.
a seriously writing woman 