Warning: Mature Themes, Strong Language
Writing exercise from the Short Story Masters workshop at Context 2013.
Cape flowing behind her like a mighty red sail on the ship of destiny, Red strides through the grim forest. Each step speaks of confidence and - dare I say it - love. She is magnificent and the Wolf must slink in the shadows of her wake.
I wonder why I ever walked down that dark, horrifying path to begin with. After all the gruesome things that happened that day, I was always on that path. I could never escape.
When she walks down that dark path, justice will finally be served. Wolves everywhere will rejoice and hail the day that Red fell and they feasted on her wicked flesh.
I watch Red slink down that trail like a piece of meat in a cloak. Her hips sway back and forth like the rolling of a ship on the waves. My stomach growls, but I can't take her here, not like this.
You walked that lonely stretch of wooded trail like you did so often before, but somehow it felt different. You could have sworn that a shadow followed you and that red eyes glared from the bushes. You shivered with dread.
I'm wondering now just why the Hell I am in these woods on a Sunday afternoon in October. Grandma's a 'B' and I've eaten most of the cookies in the basket already. I round the corner and think about Wolf, where he might be and if he's hungry for me.
Writing exercise from the Short Story Masters workshop at Context 2013.
Cape flowing behind her like a mighty red sail on the ship of destiny, Red strides through the grim forest. Each step speaks of confidence and - dare I say it - love. She is magnificent and the Wolf must slink in the shadows of her wake.
I wonder why I ever walked down that dark, horrifying path to begin with. After all the gruesome things that happened that day, I was always on that path. I could never escape.
When she walks down that dark path, justice will finally be served. Wolves everywhere will rejoice and hail the day that Red fell and they feasted on her wicked flesh.
I watch Red slink down that trail like a piece of meat in a cloak. Her hips sway back and forth like the rolling of a ship on the waves. My stomach growls, but I can't take her here, not like this.
You walked that lonely stretch of wooded trail like you did so often before, but somehow it felt different. You could have sworn that a shadow followed you and that red eyes glared from the bushes. You shivered with dread.
I'm wondering now just why the Hell I am in these woods on a Sunday afternoon in October. Grandma's a 'B' and I've eaten most of the cookies in the basket already. I round the corner and think about Wolf, where he might be and if he's hungry for me.
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