Red Riding
This is a darker and more twisted version of the fairytale Little Red Riding Hood, taking place when she is now sixteen.
Then I heard, a long wolfy drawl which tore me from my memory and into the present. So slow and deep. “Hello,” The ‘o’ dragged out, making my stomach squirm and my heart beat faster. Eyes closed the sound of his finally approaching boots crunching through the leaves seemed thunderous. Closer. Louder. So close. Until silence. There he was, stood right next to me.
Then I heard, a long wolfy drawl which tore me from my memory and into the present. So slow and deep. “Hello,” The ‘o’ dragged out, making my stomach squirm and my heart beat faster. Eyes closed the sound of his finally approaching boots crunching through the leaves seemed thunderous. Closer. Louder. So close. Until silence. There he was, stood right next to me.