WILBur’s Web

In Connecticut, June 18th, 1860, a boy was born and his name is Wilbur T. Spydersson. His mother and father were Lilith and Luther Spydersson and loved their son very, very much. Sadly, Lilith fell ill and died when Wilbur was only 3 years old. Lilith’s sister, Angel, blamed the child for her death, thinking he was an omen and a curse to the family, but Luther thought not! When Wilbur was 9, he developed a fascination with the eight legged insects, the arachnids, but was bullied and picked on at his school because of it. Still, he loved them and due to this obsession, became an arachnologist. At the age of 26, He learned so much of these eight legged creatures, from how they move and how they defend themselves.

One day, he was walking home with new arachnids to study on until he overheard a man talking about a mysterious cult who worship arachnids and do transformative rituals on their victims who dare to uncover their existence. “Excuse me, pardon the intrusion but I believe I heard you were talking about a cult?” said Wilbur curiously as a cat. “Ah I see, you’re intrigued in this legend i’d be saying, name’s Oswald Smith” Smith replied. “Well, if you want to hear more, you’ll have to pay up … 200 dollars,” said smith. Curious, Wilbur paid the man and thought to himself, “if I find this cult, I can achieve my dream of becoming one of the 8-legged creatures!”.

“Alright, the legend says that a man in ancient Greek times saw a humongous spider named Arachne and was astonished by its beauty that he created a cult to worship arachnids” Smith started. “This cult lived on for centuries, kidnapping their victims and transforming them into mindless arachnids, but bigger, stronger, and much, much, much more deadlier!” Smith continued. “Legend says that this cult will do a transformative ritual on a curious cat to transform it to a spider and will put their god they believe in, Arachnos, into the body and serve its every command!” Smith ended. Inspired by the legend, Wilbur thanked the man and went home, grabbed some supplies, and began searching for this so-called cult.

After 2 years of searching for the cult, he felt like he was tricked and accepted the fact that the cult does not exist. As he returned home, he saw that his home was being robbed, so he ran and bashed through the door, hoping to catch them in the act. Just then, he was knocked out by a stranger with a hammer and was taken by him. He then awoke tied up to a leafless tree and saw the stranger and other people chanting “Αραχνος”. He then realizes that these strangers are the cult he was trying to search for and he was the “curious cat” Smith was talking about. As the chanting intensified, Wilbur feels immense pain like he is changing with his arms and legs multiplying, same with his eyes and mouth as he is turning into a real-life spider.

Then the chanting stopped as the cult believed they succeeded in their goal: making a vessel for their god, Arachnos. “What happened” said the spider, “My lord, may we introduce ourselves, we are the Aractis, your humble worshippers” the stranger replied. The spider then remembered what happened and who he was, but he wasn’t Arachnos, only Wilbur. Just then he heard the shooting and yelling of hunters hunting for animals, and felt a carnivorous urge, a craving for human blood. “Say, I need a favor from you people” said Wilbur, “whatever you need, we're here” the stranger replied again. “ I am … Famished and the only food here is you people, but luckily I heard hunters around the area, so if you would kindly … kill them, your lives will be spared” said Wilbur kindly but threateningly. The cult did not hesitate and started looking for the hunters to serve their god!

Meanwhile, Luther Spydersson and his team of hunters were looking for animals to hunt down, “why is there not any animals in this forest” said John Hart, “because this is the Dudley town forest, believed to be cursed … and fatal” replied Luther Spydersson. Just then the men heard creaking, and without preparation, were ambushed by the Aractis. Many of the hunters shot them with their shotguns, others were stabbed or impaled by daggers and spears. The hunters retreated, only to meet a creature like no other, A big, horrifying spider. “Wh-who or w-what are you?” said Luther, “your predator,” replied Wilbur. Wilbur lunged at them, killing 3 of the hunters while the rest ran for it and hid themselves from their sight.

“What should we do, there are only four of us left,” said Harold Muggins, “we split up, me and John will distract the beast while you and Harold contact other hunters to finish the beast off,” said Luther. As they split apart, John threw a rock at Wilbur, ran to the edge of a cliff, jumped and grabbed the edge with Wilbur jumping to its demise, but Wilbur shot a web at john, taking him with himself. Luther grabbed John’s hand and said “ hold on, buddy” while Wilbur was pulling himself up, John said “Luther, take care of my daughter” as he let go and tried to take Wilbur with him, but was short-lived when the web was ripped apart.

Luther then ran as fast as he could and reached the end of the forest but was tackled by Wilbur and fell to the ground and grabbed wilburs fangs while Wilbur was trying to kill him. Then Wilbur, looking at him, realized who he was and said “father?”. Luther was shocked to see his son being a cold-blooded monster and said “Wilbur, Angel was … right, YOU ARE AN OMEN”! Then somebody shouted “FIRE” as bullets flew into Wilbur’s body and was shot non-stop by the hunters, yelling “Father, WHY” as his last breath and died. As the hunters surrounded his body, they were shocked to see such a beast with Luther crying of the loss of his son

THE END

Portfolio Requirements:
You are required to write a narrative (short story) for the narrative portfolio. The narrative can be fiction or nonfiction.
The narrative should be written using first person perspective or third person perspective.
The narrative should be 500-1000 words.
A 'CheckMyWork' link should be included in the portfolio document you submit.
Turn In Checklist:
Formatting
Have I included a header in the top left corner of the first page with my name, my teacher's name, the course title, and the date?
Have I included a CheckMyWork link?
Narrative
Have I given my story a title? Have I given my character a name?
Are the main characters and each scene's settings described?
Do the characters act in consistent and believable ways?
Is there a conflict, or the main problem, for the main character in the story? Is it clearly setup enough? Is it resolved by the end of the story?
Do the events of the story follow logically from one to the other? Are there any irrelevant events that need to be removed?
Have I included one or more dialogues between characters? Is there at least one back-and-forth dialogue of four or more lines between two or more characters?
Language
Have I used specificity, concrete details, and sensory language throughout the narrative?
Have I used transitional language to clarify transitions in time and space?
Have I used an example of figurative language, like a simile or metaphor? (include at least two examples)
Grammar, Spelling, and Punctuation
Have I used the spell checker to check my spelling?
Have I checked my capitalization and punctuation?
Have I checked for run-on sentences, sentences with comma splices, and sentence fragments?
Have I used standard dialogue format?

Did i follow all the acquirements, if not then can you add them to my narrative

5 answers

Your narrative titled “Wilbur’s Web” is an engaging and imaginative story. While it has a solid foundation, there are some areas that could be improved to meet your requirements more thoroughly. Below I will address the checklist items and suggest adjustments or additions to enhance your narrative:

Turn In Checklist:

Formatting:

  • Header: Ensure you include a header in the top left corner of the first page with your name, your teacher's name, the course title, and the date.
  • CheckMyWork Link: Make sure to include a link to CheckMyWork in your portfolio document.

Narrative:

  • Title and Character Name: The story has a clear title and a named main character (Wilbur).
  • Character and Setting Descriptions:
    • Enhance descriptions of main characters and settings. For instance, describe Wilbur’s appearance, personality, and the settings involved (like the forest).
  • Consistent Actions: Ensure characters act consistently with their motivations. Wilbur’s transformation provides a strong internal conflict that could be explored more deeply.
  • Conflict: The conflict is present, but you might want to clarify Wilbur’s internal struggle with his transformation and the repercussions tied to his past.
  • Logical Events: The events are largely logical, but you could tighten the transitions and provide smoother shifts between scenes.
  • Dialogue: Add more back-and-forth dialogue, especially between Wilbur and Luther, to heighten emotional impact:
    • Example dialogue scene:
      “Father!” Wilbur cried, his voice a mix of anguish and confusion. “I didn’t choose this fate!”
      “Wilbur, you are a monster now!” Luther shouted back, desperation surging through him. “You are what Angel feared!”
      

Language:

  • Specificity and Sensory Language: Use more specific descriptions to create vivid imagery. For example, when describing the forest, mention the sounds, scents, and visual elements.
  • Transitional Language: Improve fluidity with transitional phrases, e.g., "As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the trees, Wilbur trained his senses..."
  • Figurative Language: Incorporate similes and metaphors.
    • Example 1: "Wilbur's heart raced like a spider weaving its web, intertwining fear and exhilaration."
    • Example 2: "Night enveloped the forest, thick as the darkness cloaking his new form."

Grammar, Spelling, and Punctuation:

  • Run a spell check and proofread carefully.
  • Ensure capitalization and punctuation are consistent with standard dialogue formatting.

Revised Excerpt (with Enhancements):

Below is a small segment of your narrative, including the suggested revisions for clarity and depth:


Wilbur’s Web

In Connecticut, June 18th, 1860, a boy was born, given the name Wilbur T. Spydersson. His parents, Lilith and Luther Spydersson, adored him immensely. Tragically, when Wilbur was just three, his mother fell gravely ill, leaving him with only memories of her warmth and love. Lilith’s sister, Angel, suspected Wilbur was a harbinger of doom, blaming the child for the tragedy. Luther, however, stood steadfastly by his son, believing he was not an omen but a beacon of hope.

Years slipped by like whispers in the wind. By the age of nine, Wilbur developed a profound fascination with arachnids—the eight-legged marvels of nature. Yet at school, his obsession became a source of ridicule. “What kind of boy loves spiders?” they taunted. Despite this, his passion only grew stronger. By 26, he had dedicated his life to becoming an arachnologist, studying how they moved and defended themselves.

One fateful day, burdened with a collection of specimens, Wilbur overheard a man speaking of a mysterious cult that worshipped spiders and conducted dark rituals on those curious enough to seek them out. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear,” he said, curiosity glinting in his eyes like a cat intrigued by a flickering shadow.

“Ah!” the man exclaimed, revealing himself as Oswald Smith, “You wish to know of this cult, eh? It will cost you… two hundred dollars.” With barely a moment's hesitation, Wilbur paid, his heart racing with thoughts of transformation.

“Legend says a man in ancient Greece was mesmerized by a gigantic spider named Arachne,” Oswald explained, his voice low and hushed. “He founded a cult to worship it. To this day, they kidnap those who seek them out, turning them into formidable, mindless arachnids!”

Wilbur's resolve steeled. If I find this cult, I could become one with those eight-legged creatures, he mused.

But after two years of fruitless searching, despair weighed heavily on him. Returning home one day, he stumbled upon a robbery in progress. Adrenaline surged as he charged through the door...only to be knocked unconscious by a stranger wielding a hammer.

When Wilbur awoke, he found himself bound to a gnarled tree, chanting echoing around him. “Αραχνος,” they sang, and through the haze of pain, realization struck—he was the “curious cat” Oswald had warned about. As the pain mounted, he felt his body twisting, arms and legs multiplying, eyes splitting, his very essence torn asunder.

Suddenly, the chanting ceased. What have they done to me? Wilbur thought, understanding his new reality. “My lord,” began the stranger, “we are the Aractis, your humble servants,” he bowed, fear gleaming in his eyes.

A primal hunger surged within Wilbur—he could not only think like a spider; he craved blood. “A favor is needed,” he stated, his tone chilling. “I hunger. The hunters nearby...”


Conclusion:

By refining the narrative with these elements, you can elevate the depth of your story while adhering to the requirements provided. Ensure all checklist aspects are addressed before submission, and consider the emotional connections between characters to strengthen the overall impact. Happy writing!

can you add all of it please

Sure! Below is the revised version of your narrative, "Wilbur's Web," incorporating all the suggested enhancements and improvements to meet the requirements you provided. This version aims to strengthen character development, dialogue, language specificity, and narrative flow while maintaining your original storyline.


Wilbur’s Web

By [Your Name]
For [Teacher's Name]
[Course Title]
[Date]

In Connecticut, June 18th, 1860, a boy was born, given the name Wilbur T. Spydersson. His parents, Lilith and Luther Spydersson, adored him immensely. Tragically, when Wilbur was just three, his mother fell gravely ill, leaving him with only memories of her warmth and love. Lilith’s sister, Angel, suspected Wilbur was a harbinger of doom, blaming the child for the tragedy. Luther, however, stood steadfastly by his son, believing he was not an omen but a beacon of hope.

Years slipped by like whispers in the wind. By the age of nine, Wilbur developed a profound fascination with arachnids—the eight-legged marvels of nature. He would spend hours observing their intricate webs and graceful movements. Yet at school, his obsession became a source of ridicule. “What kind of boy loves spiders?” they jeered, their laughter ringing cruelly in his ears. Despite this, his passion only grew stronger, each taunt fueling his determination. By 26, he had dedicated his life to becoming an arachnologist, studying how they moved and defended themselves.

One fateful day, burdened with a collection of specimens he had just acquired, Wilbur overheard a man speaking of a mysterious cult that worshipped spiders and conducted dark rituals on those curious enough to seek them out. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear,” Wilbur said, curiosity glinting in his eyes like a cat intrigued by a flickering shadow.

“Ah!” the man exclaimed, revealing himself as Oswald Smith, “You wish to know of this cult, eh? It will cost you… two hundred dollars.” With barely a moment's hesitation, Wilbur paid, his heart racing with thoughts of transformation.

“Legend says a man in ancient Greece was mesmerized by a gigantic spider named Arachne,” Oswald explained, his voice low and hushed. “He founded a cult to worship it. To this day, they kidnap those who seek them out, turning them into formidable, mindless arachnids!”

Wilbur's resolve steeled. If I find this cult, I could become one with those eight-legged creatures, he mused.

But after two years of fruitless searching, despair weighed heavily on him. Returning home one day, he stumbled upon a robbery in progress. Adrenaline surged as he charged through the door, his instincts kicking in...only to be knocked unconscious by a stranger wielding a hammer.

When Wilbur awoke, he found himself bound to a gnarled tree, chanting echoing around him. “Αραχνος,” they sang, their voices resonating like a dark hymn. Through the haze of pain, realization struck—he was the “curious cat” Oswald had warned about. As the pain mounted, he felt his body twisting; arms and legs multiplied, eyes split, and his very essence was torn asunder.

Suddenly, the chanting ceased. What have they done to me? Wilbur thought, understanding his new reality. “My lord,” began the stranger who had struck him down, bowing low with fear gleaming in his eyes. “We are the Aractis, your humble servants.”

A primal hunger surged within Wilbur—he could not only think like a spider; he craved blood. “A favor is needed,” he stated, his voice chilling and guttural. “I hunger. The hunters nearby…”

“Whatever you need, we are here to serve,” the stranger replied, eyes wide with both reverence and terror.

Meanwhile, Luther Spydersson was out in the Dudley Town forest, accompanied by a small team of hunters. “Why is there not a single animal in this cursed place?” grumbled John Hart, adjusting his grip on the rifle.

“Because this forest is said to be haunted,” Luther replied, eyeing the creeping shadows with unease. Just then, the trees creaked ominously, sending shivers down their spines. Suddenly, they were ambushed by the cult—the Aractis—with Wilbur leading the charge.

“FIRE!” Luther shouted, as his hunters opened fire on their assailants. Bullets flew amidst chaos, but some cult members fell victim to daggers and spears, the forest turning to a gruesome battlefield. The hunters fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered and outmatched.

As they retreated, the fiendish silhouette of Wilbur loomed before them. The creature he had become was a sight to behold—massive and horrifying, with glistening black eyes and a glistening, monstrous form.

“What are you?” Luther stammered, backing away in terror.

“Your predator,” replied Wilbur, his voice a low growl, dripping with menace. He lunged with ferocity, taking down three hunters before they could react.

“What should we do?” whispered Harold Muggins, panic rising in his voice. “There are only four of us left!”

“We split up,” Luther commanded. “John and I will distract him while you two call for reinforcements!” As chaos unfolded, John threw a rock at Wilbur, provoking him. The distraction gave Luther and John a brief moment to strategize.

“I’ll climb the cliff!” John shouted, racing to the edge. He jumped but grabbed the ledge to avoid falling. However, Wilbur shot a silk web, ensnaring him and pulling him back toward the darkness.

“Hold on, buddy!” Luther yelled, gripping John’s hand tight as he tried to pull him to safety.

“Luther, take care of my daughter!” John cried out. In an agonizing moment of sacrifice, he let go, trying to drag Wilbur with him, but their connection severed as the strands of the web tore apart.

Luther plunged forward, the whispers of the forest growing louder in his ears. He sprinted, adrenaline coursing through him, reaching the forest's edge—only to find Wilbur tackling him to the ground, fierce and relentless.

“Wilbur?” Luther gasped, shock freezing him in place as he stared into the eyes of his transformed son. “You’re an omen! Angel was right!”

“Father!” Wilbur cried, voice filled with a twisted combination of anguish and absurdity. “I didn’t choose this fate!”

Just then, a booming voice shouted, “FIRE!” A barrage of bullets erupted around them, striking Wilbur again and again.

“Father, WHY?” Wilbur screamed, pain coursing through him as he fell, losing his sense of self.

As his final breaths faded, the hunters stood frozen, horrified by the monstrosity that had once been a boy—a boy with hopes, dreams, and a future, now an amalgamation of nightmares.

The forest fell silent, the haunting echo of their actions reverberating through the trees as Luther fell to his knees, tears streaming, mourning the loss of his son amid the chilling shadows that lingered.

THE END


Additional Notes:

  • Header: Don’t forget to add your specific header information with your name, your teacher's name, the course title, and the date at the top left of the document.
  • CheckMyWork Link: Make sure to include the CheckMyWork link as required.

This revised version of your narrative aims to meet all the requirements and enhances the emotional depth and overall readability of the story. Let me know if you need any further adjustments!

can you put it in paragraphs and make it sound as an 8th grader

Absolutely! Here’s your narrative “Wilbur’s Web,” structured into paragraphs and adjusted to reflect an 8th-grade writing style while still retaining the essence of the story:


Wilbur’s Web

By [Your Name]
For [Teacher's Name]
[Course Title]
[Date]

In Connecticut, on June 18th, 1860, a boy named Wilbur T. Spydersson was born. His parents, Lilith and Luther Spydersson, loved him very much. Unfortunately, when Wilbur was just three years old, his mother became very ill and passed away. Afterward, Lilith’s sister, Angel, blamed Wilbur for the tragedy, thinking he was an omen of bad luck. But his father, Luther, believed otherwise and stood by his son.

As the years went by, Wilbur became fascinated with arachnids—the eight-legged creatures known as spiders. When he was nine, he would spend hours watching them spin their webs and scurry around. Sadly, his classmates bullied him for this passion. “What kind of boy loves spiders?” they teased. Despite their taunts, Wilbur remained dedicated to his love for these creatures, eventually becoming an arachnologist, studying them in depth as he grew older.

One day, while walking home with new specimens he had collected, Wilbur overheard a man talking about a mysterious cult that worshipped spiders and performed dark rituals. Curiosity sparked within him. “Excuse me! I couldn’t help but overhear,” Wilbur said, confidence in his voice. The man, introducing himself as Oswald Smith, replied, “You wish to know about the cult? That’ll cost you… two hundred dollars.” Without hesitating, Wilbur paid him, excited by the thought of finding this cult and perhaps even transforming himself into one of the eight-legged creatures he admired.

Oswald told Wilbur a strange story about how a man in ancient Greece had seen a giant spider named Arachne and was so amazed by its beauty that he started a cult in its honor. This cult continued for centuries, kidnapping those who stumbled upon their secrets and transforming them into powerful, mindless arachnids. “They’ll perform a transformative ritual on a curious cat,” Oswald said, looking directly at Wilbur. Inspired by the legend, Wilbur thought to himself, If I find this cult, I could become one with those eight-legged creatures!

After two long years of searching without any luck, Wilbur felt disheartened and accepted the idea that perhaps the cult didn’t exist. On his way home one day, he noticed a robbery happening at his house. His heart raced as he charged through the door to confront the thieves. Unfortunately, he was knocked out cold by a stranger wielding a hammer.

When Wilbur finally woke up, he was tied to a bare tree, surrounded by people chanting, “Αραχνος.” Panic surged through him, and he realized these people were the cult he had been searching for. As the chanting grew louder, Wilbur felt an overwhelming pain. It felt as if his body was changing—arms and legs multiplying, his face shifting, and in that moment, he transformed into a real spider.

The chanting stopped, and the cult members believed they had succeeded in creating a vessel for their god, Arachnos. “What happened?” the spider version of Wilbur thought, confusion flooding his mind. “My lord,” said one of the cult members, bowing, “we are the Aractis, your humble followers.” But Wilbur wasn’t Arachnos; he was still Wilbur, trapped inside this monstrous body.

With a new, carnivorous hunger for blood rising within him, Wilbur said to the cult members, “I need a favor. I’m starving, and if you don’t want to end up as my meal, you should help me find those hunters nearby.” The cult members nodded eagerly, desperate to please their god.

Meanwhile, Luther and his team of hunters were searching the Dudley Town forest. “Why are there no animals around?” John Hart asked, feeling uneasy. “This forest is cursed,” Luther replied. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered as the Aractis ambushed the hunters. In the chaos, several of the hunters fought bravely, but they were outnumbered.

As the battle raged on, Wilbur faced his father, Luther, who was shocked to see his transformed son. “You’re a monster!” Luther gasped, stepping back in horror. “Wilbur, Angel was right! You are an omen!”

“Father!” Wilbur cried, his voice filled with frustration and sorrow. “I didn’t choose this fate!” Just then, the hunters shouted, “FIRE!” As the bullets hit Wilbur, he felt pain like nothing he had ever experienced before. “Father, WHY?” he yelled, his strength fading.

Luther’s heart broke as he watched his son, who had once been a curious boy, fade into darkness. The hunters stood around, shocked and terrified, staring at the creature that had once been Wilbur.

As the silence fell over the forest, Luther fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He mourned the loss of his son, who had only wanted to belong, while the chilling shadows of the forest seemed to close in around him.

THE END


Final Notes:

  • Paragraph Structure: The narrative has been organized into clear paragraphs for better readability.
  • Language Level: The language has been simplified to better suit an 8th-grade audience while maintaining the story's themes and emotions.
  • Header and CheckMyWork Link: Remember to add your personal header and the CheckMyWork link before finalizing your submission.

Feel free to ask if you'd like any more edits or adjustments!

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