Little Red

Little Red

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*Coming Soon* Marietta Gonzalez lives in a town with history. It is the town where the famous fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood, originated from. That tale was a reality in the small town of Wolford almost 300 years ago. Since then, no one would dare go into the woods at night. That's what was told at the end of the story everytime. 'Never go into the woods at night. Ever.' If it happened before, it could happen again. No one can risk it. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and Marietta was not going to risk a possible life and death situation because of an old tale. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
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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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