by dragongirl909y(add friend)
, 14 years old, Tell everybody im on my way,and there's no where else id rather be!- Brother bear
on Thursday, 11/17/2011 at 07:40 AM
this is almost 2 years old XD its got grammer issues and isnt very clear with a plot, lol. but i got a B on it XD on paper it made 5 pages :P i miss 7th grade *sigh*
“I am Miss Red Running Hood, Now try and Catch me!” I Yelled, my dagger slicing open its neck. Raw blood spewed everywhere,and Ii coughed, it smelled even worse.
just then the door bashed open, and the hunter boy ran into the room
“DUCK!” was all i heard before my world was drenched with red, or was I wrapped in my cape? The hunter boy clashed with the beast wolf, and I watched from a dissembled corner of the room he had tossed me into. My eyes were watching a freak show i guess. A 10 year old with a little sword killing and slicing up a 300 pound wolf with fangs the size of butcher knives and claws the length of duck feathers. But I wasn’t dreaming. when the wolfs last words spoke in my direction, I stared as it came out.
“Listen to your Mom, don't talk to strangers .. and Red. Never leave a trail.”
It didn't make sense, how my Grandma was still half alive when Hunter boy here cut open the wolves belly and she popped out, covered in stomach acid.
After that, in respect of the fatal incident, i tell others to call me Little Red Ridding Hood, not Running hood. I don't Run off trails anymore, I Ride them all the way. But if i ride, and i fall off, don't run, get back on is what i do.
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just then the door bashed open, and the hunter boy ran into the room
“DUCK!” was all i heard before my world was drenched with red, or was I wrapped in my cape? The hunter boy clashed with the beast wolf, and I watched from a dissembled corner of the room he had tossed me into. My eyes were watching a freak show i guess. A 10 year old with a little sword killing and slicing up a 300 pound wolf with fangs the size of butcher knives and claws the length of duck feathers. But I wasn’t dreaming. when the wolfs last words spoke in my direction, I stared as it came out.
“Listen to your Mom, don't talk to strangers .. and Red. Never leave a trail.”
It didn't make sense, how my Grandma was still half alive when Hunter boy here cut open the wolves belly and she popped out, covered in stomach acid.
After that, in respect of the fatal incident, i tell others to call me Little Red Ridding Hood, not Running hood. I don't Run off trails anymore, I Ride them all the way. But if i ride, and i fall off, don't run, get back on is what i do.
The End ~