So this is NOT the first chapter of my story, but the prologue. Let me start by saying that I AM THE MAIN CHARACTER. I am not some little prissy girl who has the small leap in her step with a red cloak behind her that falls into a little trap by a BIG BAD WOLF.That is a lie. One lesson I learned is to never let anyone tell your story for you. It's like telephone, one minute it's the real story, then next thing you know it's a fairytale.
So, to make sure that people really don't mess up my story more, I will tell it from my view of things on how it really happened. Then again my history is scary and more creepy than what my jumbled up story proclaims. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ruby Riding Hood. Yes, my name is Ruby.......Darn. To not get anybody angry but Ruby sounds like a name for a little girl who isn't into daggars and things beside makeup. Okay, I see that not fair to those who are called Ruby. But, for me.....the name doesn't fit. (I am more like a tomboy than a girly girl.)
My last name is Hood, which is actually the last name. Kind of common in some areas. My middle name is my mom's maiden name. Which is also common among parents to name their kid that. I go by Red because I don't lke the name Ruby and because I am always wearing my cloak.
My family has a long past history of fighters. As in warriors. My grandma is one of the best that I know. She was a free-spirited person who was very daring. She in her age now is living in the Black Blooms Woods. Nice name right? Wrong. The woods that live by my house at the edge of town is other known as the devil's land.
No one knows how it came to be, just that the woods were always there and dangerous-in-a-magical-bad-luck-charm-way. Whoever came into the woods never came back or they came back with a third arm. It may surprise you to know that grandma lives in the woods. She loves living there with weird creatures and danger. It's her calling to live in a place like that. I am very much like her. I love the danger and curiosity of what the world seems to hold. Last thing to say before I let you read my story. I am 18 years old and NOT a four-year-old little girl. ( who would let a 4-year-old girl in the woods anyways by herself!)
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The Dark Fur Of The Forest: The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood.
Short StoryThe remake of little red riding hood in this version is different. The main character is 18 years old who is the type of girl that would thinking playing with daggars and her bow with arrows is more fun than talking. She has a grandma who does in fa...
