The Spider Diaries, Book 1: The Eight-legged Monster


The Spider Diaries, Book 1: The Eight-legged Monster





Copyright 2016 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir





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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch







Table of Contents


Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

Day 13

About the Author

Other books by this Author







Day 1

**]If anyone would look for me around these woods of blocks, that mob would probably describe me like this:

“Where can I find that eight-legged monster from the woods?”

And the mob being asked would say something like:

“I don’t know who you are talking about?”

“You know that eight-legged creature – that hairy fellow with red eyes and snappy attitude that lives in the woods.”

But no one would ask that and even if someone would, the mob being asked wouldn’t know who I am, because nobody knows I even exist.

Occasionally, a rabbit or two pass by, but they don’t stick around. I don’t think they like my style and maybe the eight eye thing is bothering them. Maybe it would bother me as well. I am not sure. But what I am completely sure of is that I am lonely. Very lonely.


Day 2

**]You would say that is impossible for me to be or feel lonely with so many legs and eyes, but truth to be told, having those hairy accessories is only making others go away once they stumble upon me. That is why I started this diary.

Talking to myself through these pages makes me feel less lonely. Plus, I can use it to make to-do-lists.

#Write a log in your diary

#Read the new log

#Be lonely

I think that is all I have on the list for today. And every other day for that matter. Self-loathing is a difficult thing, but I have nothing to do in order to have some fun.

Day 3

**]Once in a while, I get to meet a Skeleton passing through the woods. I’ve met one today. Skeletons don’t seem to be bothered by my appearance unlike rabbits – which is perfectly reasonable when you think about the situation – they are equally or at least more unattractive as Spiders are. They are not hairy and have only two legs (“only” – better said enough legs), but they are pale and boney. I’ve noticed that other mobs are not as happy with hanging out with mobs that look weird or scary – I am talking about monster mobs, of course.

Some of us look soul less and some of us are fairly scary – that doesn’t mean, though, that I don’t want to make new friends.

So, to get back to that Skeleton – pardon me, I sometimes drift away from the true point of the story: I am lonely, but chatty, so that is the product of that situation.

That Skeleton was pretty much nice. He said “Hello” in a polite way and introduced himself. Some company did me well, and it seemed like he was enjoying some time apart from loneliness as well as I did.

Then he asked me:

“Have you ever seen a Spider Jockey in your life?”

A Spider Jockey? I thought. What on block is Spider Jockey? That “spider” part is completely familiar to me, but that “jockey” part – have no idea what is that about. So, I said:



“No, I don’t even know what that is.”

“Basically, that is a Skeleton riding a Spider.”

“A skeleton riding a Spider?”

What? Why? Why would a Spider allow that? I wouldn’t let anyone ride me. Not even if that would mean that I would be forever alone.


Day 4

**]That Skeleton, his name was Joe by the way, and we stuck around together for a little while. What he wanted to know is if I wanted to be his Spider.

I said:


“Do you want to be my Spider? So I could be a Spider Jockey.”

Why would he think that I would ever want to be ridden? I don’t know and I have no clue.

“I understand that you would want to go whenever you want, but I would still have a ride.”

“No, thanks.”, I said.

“I think I am going to skip on your offer.”

“So, you are positive that you don’t want to be my Spider.”

“Yes, sorry.”

I am positive that I don’t want to be anyone’s Spider. I was hoping that he would want to ask me to be his friend, but I guess Skeletons and Spiders only work well as a Spider Jockey. Loneliness feels more tempting to me anyways.

Joe left. He probably went in search for other Spiders. Good luck with that! I don’t think any Spider would agree to be his Spider. That is just the way we are. We are eight-legged monsters and rarely can we even be each others’ friends. I can’t even get along with another spider!

Isn’t that dull? I mean, it would be all right if I would never feel loneliness, but that is not the case.

I wonder how any Spider would agree to being ridden by a Skeleton. If I ever meet a Spider Jockey, that is what I will ask the Spider.


Day 5

**]Another lonely, boring day in the woods. I was thinking…maybe I should take a walk and visit the beach. It should be somewhere around here. Although, I don’t like water or sugar cane so I am not sure why I would be going there.

This loneliness thing affects me in a way that I am starting to think about doing things that I am not actually interested in.

All right then, I will discard the idea of going to the beach just for the sake of going there. As I remember, there should be a cave there so I could visit the cave – that sounds more like something a Spider would do.

So, let’s see what do we have here…it is only a rabbit – there are lots of them around, but they are not particularly interested in socializing with Spiders – nor are the cows or pigs. We are not as attractive to them.

I tried starting a conversation with a rabbit, and it was more than a couple of times. They seem to be afraid of me. Humans are the same – only they will attack you for trying to start a conversation with them. Cows, chickens, pigs and rabbit won’t.


Day 6

**]I was already blocks away from the bushes where I was spawned. I was thinking…maybe the reason I have no company or friends is because I have never left the spot where I was spawned. I am not joking, that is the truth – I have never taken a trip to anywhere. I haven’t even mingled around the woods.

I was kind of hoping that once I take this trip to the beach, there could be a mob I could meet and try and make some friends.

Just as I expected I’ve met a Human along the way, only a few blocks away from my bushes. That is everything but odd, as Humans are practically everywhere. They act like they think they own everything they can see around the world of blocks. They cut things and hunt things and attack things with those pointy weapons of theirs. A Skeleton would never attack me and the only thing a Zombie could attack me with is boredom, but Humans! That is a whole lot of a different story. They will attack you even before you open your mouth to say “Hello!”

It is not in a Spider’s nature to run away and retreat, but I was thinking that it would be better to do so if this Human decides I would look better if I don’t move and pierced with that pointy thing he is carrying around.

He saw me. It’s show time! I know the exact thing he would do when he realizes I am looking back at him.

He will start shouting, then he will start running towards me with that pointy thing raised above his head and then he will try to hit me with it.

I decided to be polite, expecting an equally polite feedback from this pompous mob, but that is not what he had in mind.

Remember that scene I imagined about things he would want to do when he realizes I am looking back at him with all my eyes?

Well, that is exactly what he did except the last part.

I am scary though. I know that because I have managed to make Humans leave before. Some didn’t even try attacking me, they just run away shouting. They are funny when they do that…I wonder how they make those noises they make…

Anyways, he shouted and started to run towards me. I wanted to prevent that last part where he is hitting me with his sword, so I moved towards him and said “Hello there, Human.” He shouted again and run away in opposite direction. He didn’t say Hello or Goodbye.

They are easily scared and impolite…not the best kind of mobs you can stumble upon around here.

Goodbye, little frightened impolite Human!


Day 7

**]Block, I am fast! It would be pretty odd if I wasn’t – I mean, I do have eight legs, which makes me faster than other mobs from about two to four times. It took me a little time to get to the beach. I am not exactly sure why some mobs like hanging out here. It seems kind of unnatural. There are no bushes or trees around to hide behind. There is just…sand…and more sand. Nothing besides that, really. The view of the ocean is nice, but I do feel kind of unprotected around here.

I’d better move a bit down the beach. Oh, there is that cave! I could go and check out whether there’s someone around.

“Hey, there!”

What’s that? Did I just hear something?


I heard something…I am positive about it, but where is it coming from?

“Over here!”

I looked over to my left and my right and all around. I even looked up, which was silly of me, but there was no one around.

“I am down here in the ravine!”

I followed the instructions of that peculiar little squeaky voice and looked down. I went down to the ravine to meet the odd looking fellow.

It was a funny looking creature. Actually, there were two creatures, but one of them was riding the other. The one being ridden was a Chicken – it was pretty easy to recognize it, but I didn’t know what the other was although it looked a bit familiar.

If I should describe him, I would say that he looked like a Zombie – the same tone of green and everything, only he was tinier and cuter.

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t see you there…”

“What are you up to?”, the little voice asked me playfully.

“Wait, you are not scared of me? You don’t think I am going to eat you or anything?”

He started to laugh.

“Of course not! Why would anyone want to eat a Chicken Jockey?”

Chicken Jockey? I guess that is what he was.

“Well, do I even look tasty? Tell me…”

Will I offend him if I say he doesn’t look tasty at all?


“That is what I think as well. I don’t look even remotely tasty!”

This little fellow was interesting and as a huge plus, he wasn’t afraid of my eight-legged nature. It was a true revelation to stumble upon a mob that doesn’t run away when he sees you or suggests riding you like that Skeleton, Joe.

What am I? A horse?

That reminded me that I was very interested in hearing the story behind Chicken Jockey. How he ended up riding that Chicken?

“So, little Jockey…is it all right if I call you that?”

“Sure…I am little, all right. In oppose to your size or the size of anything else for that matter.”

This little fellow is truly witty!

“How’d you ended up having to ride a Chicken?”

“I was spawned with one…it was standing near me, I guess, so we ended up together…now I am never alone.”

He is never alone?


“Never ever…”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing…”

“I don’t know…I think it’s a good thing…overall…but sometime I think being lonely and not being alone is often mistaken for one another. I am never alone, but I know what loneliness is…my Chicken goes where I want him to go, but I can’t talk to him or have a chat with him…so I can be lonely.”

I understood what he said.

“I am going over to that cave over there to see if there’s something or someone interesting that can be found hidden in there…want to join me?”

“I would love to, but when you are this small as I am, you have to listen to what your parents tell you…my mom told me to get back home by morning…the sun is about to rise. I hope I will get to see you again, through…”

“Me too, little Jockey! Take care…”

That was the first mob that didn’t find me repulsive in a while and I was really sad to see him leave. Maybe there would be someone in the cave that I could share a story or two with.


Day 8

**]The caves were dark. Dark and slimy and wet. I didn’t like it except for that part with darkness – I liked that very much. It made me remember my bushes.

It seemed like there was nothing in here. I couldn’t hear anything and although I could see great in darkness, I didn’t see anything.

Not until three little silhouettes run across my path. They were so fast that I couldn’t think of any other mob than Spiders, but then again those mobs I saw were too little to be Spiders.

I approached, hoping I could get a better chance to investigate the matter.

“Who’s there?”

I asked as I saw the three of them crossing my path once again. They were so fast that I was convinced those were spiders. Although, I could say that I was at least many times bigger than they were.

That is when the three of them appeared in front of me. Three spiders! They are so tiny! I have never seen spiders as tiny as they were. I didn’t even know they existed.

“Spying on us!”

One of them shouted out.

“You are! We know you are, one of the bats told us so.”

I looked up and saw that the entire ceiling was covered in bats casually hanging from up there. They were really cute and in my opinion they made this cave a nicer place to be at.

“I am not spying on you, I just…”

“You just what?”

Whoa, they are snappy!

“I was just looking around…”

“You were looking around and spying, you mean.”

Block, these are some persistently stubborn Spiders.

“No, I was just looking for some friends…”


Day 9

**]Once I told the little Spider fellows what I was up to, they’ve changed their attitude towards me.

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“Well, I wanted to, but you accused me of stalking you…”

“Fair enough, but that wasn’t our fault. It is the bats. They always say we have intruders.”

“It’s not their fault either. Humans are a constant threat around here. They can’t harm us though. Not easily, that is. We are poisonous.”

They have poison?

“You have poison?”

“You don’t?”

They thought it was odd that I didn’t have poison and there I was thinking about how I have never met a Spider that could claim he was poisonous.

“We are tiny as you can see and if it wasn’t for that ability, what would we do? I don’t even want to think about it. Those Humans are constantly barging in here, thinking they could do whatever the block they want. Well, not on our watch, they are not!”

“And what are you looking after?”

“The Portal…we are looking after the Portal. They are very eager of passing through it, but we have orders not to let them go through. They usually give up when they realize we are poisonous.”

“A Portal?”

I had no clue about what they were talking…I felt like I was just spawned with no image of what the world around me was like.

That is what you get when you stick to your bush and refuse to take a walk and look around a bit.

“Who gave you orders?”

“Our Elders…don’t you have Elders?”

“Elders? Of course not…I mean, should I have one?”

“We suppose you should. Come with us!”

Without being able to consider their proposal, I was being pushed towards the unknown path through the darkness of the cave.



Day 10

**]I wasn’t really in the mood of being introduced to any Elders or whatever they were or who they were, but did I have anything better to do?


I didn’t.

So, I just went with the flow and let the three little eight-legged monsters take me where they wanted.

“Here we are!”

The three spiders looked pretty happy when we arrived at where the Elders were supposed to be.

“I bet the Elders will love you!”

I don’t think so – I think I’m boring and not attractive looking. Maybe that is the precise reason why I have never had any friends.

The little Spiders left me, leaving quickly and pushing me into a part of the cave that looked even darker than the rest of the place.


I only hear my voice hitting the ceiling and getting back to me like a boomerang. I don’t think there was anyone around here…If it was, someone would already reply to…

“Hello to you, stranger.”

Oh, someone responded.

“We were expecting you…”

“You did?”

They did? How?

“Of course. We are the Elders. We know everything.”

Call me skeptical, but I don’t think anyone knows “everything”. What is “everything”, anyways?

“Oh, ummm…all right…I guess…”

“We need your help, Spider.”

“My help? But why me and not from other mobs?”

“We just do. Plus, we are the Elders, so you should obey.”


What the block? Are they serious. I can’t even see them. I can only hear a couple of different voices talking. And talking about things that sound crazy to me.

“We know what you want. And we can give that to you.”

“You know?”

“Yes, you want to find a friend and forget about loneliness for good…”

How did they know that…?

“How do you know that?”

“We told you. We know everything. EVERYTHING.”

So, I guess they know I don’t believe them.

“Yes, we know you don’t believe us. It is common for mobs not to believe the things they cannot see. But that doesn’t mean those things aren’t real…”

“Umm..sorry about that. I thought my thoughts were private and reserved for me only.”

“In this room they are not.”

“What are you? WHO ARE YOU?”

“We are you or those three little Spiders, or a Skeleton…or Zombie…or anything or anyone. We are everything.”

All right…I don’t get it…

“We know you are confused.”

I won’t think about a thing in this room. I want my thoughts set on private.

“We know you are uncomfortable, but it is impossible not to think of anything. Thinking about nothing is still thinking.”



Day 11

**]So, this is how things are now: I told the Elders I will help them get those Spiders’ Eyes. Why? Well, do I look like I have anything better to do?

That is the pure fact and so I have decided to do something about it. My mission is: find the Western Village and bring the Spiders’ Eyes a Villager is collecting to the Elders.

That sounds awful. Why would anyone be slaying Spiders in order to collect their eyes? Yuck!

Anyways, I have no clue on how I am going to find where the Villager keep those Eyes he collects even if I eventually find the Village. I headed west, wishing I will find the village easily. I also hope I won’t stumble upon a large group of Humans. It is not easy to win the battle when there are more of them. I can handle one perfectly and perhaps I can defeat two Humans as well, but more….ummm, I don’t think so. Not with those pointy things they have swishing around.

“Arrrrrrrrrghhh! Rarrghhhh!”

What is that?

Oh, that is just a boring Zombie…the only thing I am afraid of when I stumble upon a Zombie is that I would be bored to death – they talk really slowly and they almost never have anything interesting to say.

Even when they have an interesting story to share, they usually choose to tell it in a way that is awfully boring.

I think that is just the way they are.


“Stop it, please!”

I really hate the moaning thing they do. It’s anything but scary.

“Oh, sorry…I thought you were a Human…” the Zombie said.

“There is no way you could have mistaken me for a Human mob…I am hairy, that is true, but you probably oversaw my 4 pair of legs…I wouldn’t say that is human-like…”

“Oh…yes…I just woke up…so, forgive me about it.”

“You’re forgiven.” I said.

I thought I had left him behind and that he lost interest in me, but I’ve noticed that he was following me the entire time.

I was faster than him and I could easily lose him and go on with my mission, but I was curious to find out why he was following me.

“Are you following me?”

“Well, kind of…actually, I don’t see this as following someone…I thought we were hanging out together.”

“Hanging out together?”

Hanging out together without me knowing it? Interesting …this must be the most interesting (and the only remotely interesting) Zombie I would ever get to meet. I didn’t want to miss the chance of getting to know him better.

“So, what are you up to, Zombie?”

“My name is One-hand Fig…”

“Interesting…Nice to meet you One-hand Fig. Can I call you Fig?”

“Suit yourself.”

The name was a bit predictable. He was missing one hand. The name suited him very well. Even if you have never seen him in your life, by his name you could tell that he didn’t have one hand.

“So, what are you up to, Spider?”

This Zombie was surprisingly talkative and with the reduced moaning and growling, I have to admit that I could easily talk to him without getting bored.

“I asked you first, Fig. If you remember…”

“Umm…sorry, I don’t remember the question…I do that sometimes…forgetting stuff and things. That is how I lost my herd.”


“Yup…we always walk in groups, otherwise we are too weak. So, whenever you see lonely Zombie walking and growling all by himself, he probably and most definitely forgot where to go and what to do…sad thing, my friend…So, I am just wondering around, looking for other Zombies…”

“I see…well, good luck with that. I have a mission, so I have to leave you with your loneliness now.”

That was a bit harsh of me – loneliness is dull and sad. I shouldn’t have said that.

“What kind of mission?”

“Just a mission. It should be confidential, so I can’t actually tell you.”

“All right…but where are you going?”

“I should find a Village to the west.”

“Oh, a village! Great! I will come with you!”

But…how did this happen? Now I will get slowed down! How am I supposed to be fast with a slow Zombie dragging his feet and trying to keep up with me?

“Other Zombies must have gone there…I can come with you…is that village far away?”

“I don’t think so…we should be there soon if the directions I was given were right.”

“Great! I don’t like walking that much…”

Oh, block! How did I get myself into this???

Day 12

**]Walking with this chatty, not so fast but not the slowest Zombie I’ve seen, I learned a lot about Zombies, even though I had no interest in hearing most of the things I’ve been told.

I’ve learnt that Zombies don’t actually eat Humans. They just love scaring them – it is a way for them to have some fun. I don’t blame them. I can only imagine how boring it is to be a Zombie! I couldn’t bear walking and talking that slow!

“I can’t believe that you thought Zombies eat Humans! Yuck! They look so…so…not tasty.”

“Sorry. But, I think that is what everyone around think is your thing…you know, eating Humans…”

“Really? That is what everyone think?”

“I think so…yes…even Skeletons.”

“Even Skeletons? I am having hard times believing that…”

“I am just saying…but my apologies. I didn’t know that you only enjoy scaring them.”

“Of course we are only scaring them…I told you, they don’t look delicious at all…but, your story has some sense in it. They probably wouldn’t be attacking us if they knew we only want to scare them…”


Day 13

**]I could already see a village in the distance. Now the only thing left was to check if that village was the Village I was looking for and try not to get exterminated along the way.

Oh, yes…I should also locate, find and take the Spiders’ Eyes and take them back to the elders, I don’t feel good about what I am about to do.

I think I am a bit nervous about getting this whole thing properly done. This is also the first time I ever felt this way. Happy birthday, nervousness! It’s good to have you in!

Of course, I am just being sarcastic as being nervous is everything but a way of having fun, so I have to at least do something to make myself feel better…and practicing sarcasm had always been one of my favorite things to do…so…yes.

“I don’t see any Zombies around…” I said.

“That is probably because it’s still day time…” Fig replied.

“Oh, yes…probably…I didn’t notice that since we are in the shadows…but, yup, there’s the sun!”

We waited for a while to see the sun setting and the beautiful moon rising at the same time. The Villagers had gotten a bit lazier so it was our chance to get into the Village.

Fig could go and find his group and I could take a look around to see if there were any of those Eyes I should be looking for.

There was a dozen of houses in that Village, so my chances of finding those eyes from the first shot were equal to zero…nice odds…

“Oh, there they are…I think they are getting ready to scare the block out of those Villagers. And they are doing it without me! I can’t believe it!”

It seems like Fig had found his herd.

“I can’t believe they just moved on without me! Just like that! Hah! How insensitive!”

A sensitive Zombie…interesting.

He started to moan and growl,. Calling out for his herd. My ears would hurt if I had any ears, but feeling the vibrations created by all that growling was enough to drive me nuts!


“Shut up, Fig! You’ll blow our cover! Be silent!”

“I need them to hear me!”


They probably heard him now. Actually, the Villagers heard him as well, as I saw them getting out of their houses with dozens of different pointy sticks and other weapons they so eagerly use on us.

“Great job! Now, look what you have done!”


“That was sarcasm, Fig! You blew our cover! Now they are going to chase us and probably get rid of us and it will be painful, you can bet in it! Have you ever been stabbed with that thing???”

“No…does it hurt!?”, he was worried and I would tell him that he should be worried for a reason.

“Of course! IT HURTS! It’s sharp and pointy! And they will use it on us!”

“Oh, block!”

He started to drag his feet towards his herd and I was left alone. Now it was my chance to use this mess Fig had made so easily and try and find those Eyes I was sent to find.

How did the Elders even convince me into doing this???

Oh, yes, they promised I would never be alone again…well, if I get exterminated, I won’t have to worry about it…that is for sure.

“You can use diversion as we are drawing their attention and get what you are here for!”

I heard Fig shouting out from the near distance as I was approaching one of the houses.

He wasn’t as dull as I thought he was – he was actually smart – for a Zombie, I mean.

I approached one of the houses and took a look inside. There weren’t any Eyes there…gross. When I think about it…yuck!

I approached another house…and another and one more. Another after that….and…there it was!

It was really gross! AH! UGH! I can’t believe Villagers are actually collecting those.

Now, how on block am I going to get in there?

There’s an entrance, but I have no hands, so I can’t open it…AAAAAAA! Can anything go right?

“Hey, need some help there?”

I saw Fig behind me.

“I can’t open the door.”

“Move away. This could take a while, but I’ll try my best to open the door as fast as possible…”

I wasn’t expecting that, but I was glad Fig was here to help me out. I might forget everything bad I have ever said about Zombies.

“Thanks, Fig!”

He was hitting the doors and hitting…and hitting and hitting…and growling while hitting….

“Can you do that without growling?”

“Oh, sorry…all right.”

He was hitting the doors without growling, for which I was very grateful…until the door collapsed and fell down, clearing the path towards what I was here for.

Besides the Eyes I saw lying on the desk in the room, there was someone else standing right there.

This won’t go as easy as planned…

About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!



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Book Three: The Search for the Dragon


Diary of Reg the Villager,

Book One: In Search of the Creative Mode

Book Two: Nether Here Nor There

Book Three: The Wolfdog and the Dragon


Diary of Steve the Explorer, The Cube World Chronicles

Book One: The Unknown Enemy

Book Two: Diary of the Curious Creeper

Book Three: Diary of an Enderman, the Game Keeper


Diary of Steve the Adventurer,

Book One: In the Lair of Herobrine

Book Two: To the Nether Portal


Diary of a Zombie Hunter,

Book One: The Zombie Specialist

Book Two: Zombie or Griefers

Book Three: The Captain of Overwatch


Diary of a Mob – Rowley the Rabbit,

Book One: The Runaway Rabbit


Books in the Diary of an Adventurous Creeper Series

Book One: Creeper Chronicles

Book Two: Journey to the End

Book Three: Dragon Savior


Books in the Adventures Through the Over World Trilogy

Book One: Creeping Transformation

Book Two: Steven and the Island of Bones

Book Three: The Zoo in Jericho City


The Quest: The Untold Story of Steve Trilogy

Book One: The Tale of a Hero

Book Two: The Unfinished Game

Book Three: The Endings and Beginnings of a Legend


The Obsidian Chronicles Trilogy

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book One: Ender Rain

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Two: Hell and Back

The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Three: Of Dragons and Demons


The Doppelganger Trilogy

The Doppelganger, Book One: Steve’s Chance

The Doppelganger, Book Two: Steve vs. Herobrine

The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn


The Cult Trilogy

The Cult, Part One

The Cult, Part Two

The Cult, Part Three


The Legend: The Mystery of Herobrine Trilogy

Book One: The Start of the Quest

Book Two: The Truth about the Myth

Book Three: Herobrine versus the World


The Dragon’s Mountain Trilogy

Book One: Attacked by the Griefers

Book Two: The Hidden Village

Book Three: The White Mobs


The Temple of Destruction Trilogy

Book One: The Lost Treasures

Book Two: The Curse

Book Three: Notch versus Herobrine


Books in The Enemy’s Revenge Trilogy

Book One: Ghost Sightings

Book Two: Kidnapped

Book Three: To The End World


Attack of the Overworld Trilogy

Book One: Finding Herobrine

Book Two: Finding Steve

Book Three: The Final Mine


The Spider Diaries, Book 1: The Eight-legged Monster

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) You could say that is hardly possible for a Spider to be lonely or bored – all those legs and eyes – there must be something interesting you could do with it! Well, my story is different and I just might happen to be the loneliest Spider ever to be spawned in the world of blocks. That is why I’ve started writing a diary, yes! It gives me a feeling that I am not that alone and maybe someone will even read it someday! Until then I am using it as to-do-list and to write about occasional interesting mobs I stumble upon. Oh, yes! I also decided to leave the place where I was spawned and take a little adventure – I am not afraid, of course! I am an eight-legged monster. That is exactly how I ended up in the West Village, looking for Spiders’ Eyes (Yuck! Gross!), so I could bring those to the Elders. Who are the elders? Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you it, but you can read about it in my diary. I will let you take a peak!

  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2016-02-15 04:05:09
  • Words: 6077
The Spider Diaries, Book 1: The Eight-legged Monster The Spider Diaries, Book 1: The Eight-legged Monster