I watched intently, as the boy searched for me. He was getting closer and closer to me. I can't get caught, I'm the master thief. I'm trying to get a closer look from the branch that I'm perched on, when I hear the unmistakable sound of a bear. I scoot even closer to the edge of the branch to get a better view. Finally, I go too far and the branch snaps. I free fall right onto the bears head.
Years of practice kept me alive. I barely grab ahold of a branch right above the bear's meaty head, but it's not even focused on me. I scramble up the tree as fast as I can, as far away as the beast as possible. Then I see the boy I'd stolen the gem from. The bear clubs its giant paw onto his head, and I hear a loud crunch of his bones. I feel the same breeze I always do when there's a death. When the bear finally lumbers off, I jump off my tree, and pull my red cloak far over my head.
I take the same path I always do after the sun goes down. The sunset is as beautiful as ever. I finally come to a dead end. But I know better. I push through the solid rock as if it's not even there. I'm now inside a cave, with lit candles, a small fishing hole, a well, a cupboard full of hand picked herbs, and a bed. Home.
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The Girl in the Red Hood
FantasyEverybody has heard the story of the girl with the red hood. Many different interpretations have been passed down. I'm here to tell you one version you probably haven't heard: the truth.
