Young Writers Society

Hi, I wrote this about two years back, It's more like prose than a short story or poetry.

Little Red Riding Hood is running away. Bewitched branches grabs at her cloak. She's had enough, wandered off the path. No longer going to her destination, but running carelessly. Her red hood, a strong contrast against the black woods.

Atlast she falls, her trembling legs gave way. Her perfect porcelain face no longer holds a smile. The sparkle in her eyes, long gone. As she clutches the spinning ground, a wail escapes her throat.

So innocent, so, so innocent, yet, not valued. Thoughts, memories, tramples her mind, threatening to run away with her heart. The world tumbles and turns around her, no longer in control. She has no control.

Different feelings screams for a chance to be let out, straining to be set free. A flood of knowledge runs coldly over her. She's drowning, drowning in her own knowledge. Drowning in her own heart, her own wisdom.

Her innocence seems cracked by the soft feather of responsibility, the tempting flower of reality.

Cunning yellow eyes watches from a distance. A lustful grin displays a set of shining teeth. A tongue dripping, dripping licks his leathery lips. Paws, claws revealed when he gently steps through the curtain of shadows. He snarls with pleasure at the whiff of misery. . .the show has begun.

The wolf's ears twitches from side to side, as he relishes every sob, every wail, every single tear being soaked up by the thirsty ground. Reality is stalking closer, closer. Feelings promises to smother her and she searches for the shadow of shadows, the one who drove her to the edge. As the grim reaper of her death towers over her, the wind screams mournfully through the trees.

The heavens slowly opens up their heart and starts weeping with Little Red Riding Hood. Shadows dances dangerously in his eyes.

As she feels the ice cold grip of death closing around her neck, sweet, innocent Little Red Riding Hood at last feels the feeling. Loneliness. The cunning master, the one who drove her to madness, who drove her into the embrace of death.

As his teeth makes the slightest cut, and a lightning bolt strikes, the world truly goes pitch black, and she is thrown into the merciless pit. . .of darkness. . .