The moon is full in the sky, only its light is guiding my path. The woods are silent, as if they know something is going to happen. The only sound breaking the silence is my heavy breathing and the crunch of the leaves as I run over them. I know it's coming. I can almost feel its breath on my neck, waiting for me to misstep so it can pounce. All those fairy tales about true love and happily ever afters are all lies, tricks to weaken you. This is how the fairy tales really end, well mine at least.
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The Big Bad Wolf
WerewolfEvery one knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood. It is a story to warn children to stay out of the woods and don't trust strangers. But that story only shows what we would tell our children. This story tells what really happened to Little Red an...
