haha because I can't finish anything apparently, here ya go   .     The eight-legged walked alongside her, and allowed her delicate feet across the silk of their string. Judged by her peers, loved by her misfit family, and adored by the spiders. She loved what she did, never wanting for more, but always willing to settle for less. She knows she would never be able to hold the world in her hands, until she did. .      Oh, little miss, who thought she ruled the world, never knowing she was the world. .       It was wonderful, the fiery passion the God's gifted her with. The unwillingness to submit to higher power despite her inferiority. Her mother must be proud. .       The performer whispered to the arachnids about her, how she lingered in her mind for days without end, and how she fell for him. Gods, how much it hurt. How her heart ached as she watched her love him. .       Oh, little miss, if only she knew how much heartache was at her very feet.    .       The circus played and danced all through the night, her eyes watching, following from the crowd. The lights dimmed, flickering a spotlight with the softest of glows, the silk of a web glittered, stretching from one ledge to the other. Its creator laid in waiting in its very center. The performer knew better. She wasn't afraid, moving her feet forward. The soft padding of her feet meeting the delicate string. Each step careful and calculated as she balanced her way across the web, daring a cartwheel toward the end. Taking her bow, she lifted her head in hopes of finding those star-touched eyes she so adored, and longed to be watching.   //pls give criticism

The longest English word is 189,819 letters long.  

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Aww, thanks! ^^ Love the names too!