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Turning Things Around

Turning Things Around

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 13, 2017
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A red haired 13 year old girl who loves horses is always playing outside. Riding in the day, and sometimes at night. But one day, something terrible happens. What is it her sister must do? Read on to find out! Sorry for those who are reading my story right now. But I am fairly busy and might not come back to this story for a while. I may end up starting another story to write before I finish this, too. Thanks to those of you who have decided to read all of this! ~CBear
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Now, Red is a story book character, but here is a story that nobody has ever heard of before. Red Ridinghood is a wolf hunter to the third degree. She is twenty five with brown hair. Her eyes as white as ice. This is how werewolves think that she's one of them, but she's not. Red carries around a bow and arrow in her little basket so that she doesn't seem suspicious. Her gran made it for her before she died from a werewolf attack. Red's first werewolf was at the age of fifteen when gran died and she has been killing ever since. But let's just go through the background details. When Red was about five, she got a red hood and a basket. She would always go from her little cottage to Gran's old home by a pathway, that was eroded with weeds and daisies, so that she could deliver her mother's famous home made jam drop biscuits. Now this is a time without any cars so it was about a half an hour's walk. Yes, Red would always hear things in the forest an turn around to see who it was. No one there. So she kept walking. The only thing is that you can never fall for a werewolf. This was going to be hard. Warning: the following chapter may contain corse language, spiritual violence and fantasy drama.

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