Little Red Riding Hood: Fractured

[Tissues]

This was for my class: take a fairy tale and fracture it. I got lots of other stories, but I thought I'd just test the waters with a story that is somewhat recognizable... Also, I did this with a partner. I pretty much wrote it, but we brained storm some ideas. If I were to have done it alone the wolf would have been a hooker that gave his victims STDs instead of eating them.

It was a small little village in a small little country. Not many knew of its existence, like most European countries, but it was real. Although it was small and unknown, the stories it has could fill dozens of books. One story, in particular, could last centuries. The story of a “little” girl, caught in a very big, big tale.
Little Red Riding Hood; it was an unusual name, but she was a very unusual girl.
“Make way for the freak show!” Other children shouted in mockery. They all pointed and laughed; even the adults. No one really cared for Red in this town and her nearest family member was a dying old woman that lived secluded in the woods.
“I’m not a freak!” Little Red yelled, trying to make them understand. “My appearance means nothing to how I am inside… Why can’t you understand me?” She wobbled across the street with her grotesquely large legs and hoof-like feet. She stood a towering 7-feet, 5-inches; a remarkable height for a five-year-old girl. Her stubby nose was placed right between her eyes with a protruding brow that gave her eyes dark shadows. Lips had a little snarl; results from the left side of her face being paralyzed and also caused her to drool uncontrollably. The only forms of clothing on her were a pair of hot pants, a blouse, and her name sake: a little red riding hood.
“Ohhhhh,” the children continued to mock, “the freak is trying to talk, but all I hear is ‘I’m ugly, blah-blah-blah, I’m ugly,’ ha ha ha ha!” The other children laughed in agreement and high fived each other.
Little Red ran off home once things began to be thrown at her. She ran and ran, but knew she’d never make it home and took refuge in a small medical hut. The door hit the bell above and the shopkeeper came out, not expecting anyone.
“Who is it? I’m getting ready to close up, so—” he turned around to see the visitor. “Ah! Look, I don’t want any trouble here. I don’t make enough money to cover the cost to the damage you’ll most likely make.”
“I’m not a monster… I’m not a monster,” Red kept mumbling to herself.
“What’s that? You want Potassium Chloride?”
Red was getting bitter and angry, but before she left, she remembered her dying relative. Noticing the shopkeeper reaching for his rifle, she lashed out at him, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him to the wall, knocking him out. Punching through cabinets, she’s able to take what she needed and escaped through the back. The sound of the angry mob could be heard coming towards her. Not many choices of escape routes, she chose to enter the woods, thereby escaping the mob and getting to her family member.
Her bare feet walked through the dirt, snapping twigs, and leaving large foot prints where ever she went. The woods were a dangerous place to be, the village would say many times. They told stories of lost hikers and evil creatures that wandered. Red Riding Hood never bought into any of those tales, until she came across a rotting corpse along the path. A couple limbs were missing and all they had to them was a basket and a pair of long underwear.
“I’ll take this basket for the medicine… I’ll come back for the underwear later,” she thought out loud, taking the basket. She heard a slight rustle in the bushes and she stopped in her tracks. Looking around, she saw nothing. About to continue her journey, an arm grabs her shoulder, stopping her.
“And who might you be, boy?” The stranger was a tall and handsome fellow with his hair slicked back and his muscles dancing. His blue-green eyes stared up into her black sky, searching for a shimmering star. He found none.
“Actually, I’m a girl and my name’s Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Little? I don’t know if you know this, but you’re as big as Old Man Taylor’s house, the local gnome.”
Red instantly took a liking to this strange man. “Heh, gee, thanks, but the little doesn’t refer to me directly. It refers to my hood, which is supposedly little and red. In actuality, it’s all normal sized, I’m just so big, it gives the illusion of inferiority.”
He gave her a seductive smirk, “So where are you going to in such bare clothes?”
“My grandmother’s, she lives just down this path. She’s dying…”
“Aw, that’s a real shame. You know what she might like? If you went over down by the river and pick her some nice flowers. If you hurry, you might be able to get there before nightfall.”
“Yeah, she’d find that to be swell, I bet. Thanks for the advice… I didn’t catch your name…”
“Wolfgang, but most call me Wolf.”
As Little Red went off path, heading down the river, Wolf stayed standing there, keeping his eyes on the setting sun… and the oncoming moon. The full moon came forth and Wolf’s transformation began. His eyes turned a deep yellow and dark grey hair began growing everywhere. His shirt ripped like Bill Bixby’s transformation into the Lou Ferrigno from the 70’s Incredible Hulk show. His completed transformation was like a mix between Michael J. Fox’s “Teen Wolf” and Robin Williams. He ran down the path towards the house. He broke down the door, preparing to devour the already dying woman only to find her already dead.
Sliding off the clothes, to keep it intact, he popped out a claw and tore away the flesh. To dispose of the rest, he began eating away her muscle tissue, but halted the process when he hears Little Red’s stomping feet running towards the house. Quickly, he slid the bloody, wrinkly skin over his fur and put on the clothes. As he slid into bed, Red walked in slowly.
“Grandma, it’s me, Little Red Riding Hood. I came with some medicine for you.”
“Oh darling, you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.” The imposter said with a trembling voice. “How long has it been?”
“About 5 years now, remember? You left me at the market in the village when I was 6 months old.”
“Oh yes, I remember now: you ashamed me with your hideous exterior.”
“Yeah… Well, I know at least one person who loves me the way you never did.”
“No one likes ugly people, dear. Don’t give yourself false hope again.”
“No! Wolfgang likes me! He was the first one to ever smile at me!”
The imposter smiled faintly, “Tell me, Red… Did this Wolfgang mistake you for a boy like the rest of them?” He popped out his claws, preparing his attack. His mouth was salivating immensely.
Unexpectedly, Red grabbed the medicine in her blind rage and threw the bottles at her “Grandmother.” The bottles shattered on contact. Glass shards in his eyes and the chemicals burning his retina, he stumbled out of the bed in pain.
“ARG! What have you done, you fool? Is this arsenic? Arg…”
He loses the accent and she hears the monster’s true voice; a deep growl with a familiar aspect to it. “You’re not my Grand-mama! Who are you? I demand answers to my questions!”
Unable to answer from the pain, he rips away the clothes and skin to reveal his form.
“A werewolf, I should have known… All the signs were there…” Red mumbles at the sight.
Wolf ran outside and was immediately stopped by a silver bullet in his chest. It came from a not too distant rifle, owned by a nearby woodsman. Little Red Riding Hood came out to see what happened and met the woodsman at the same time. She looked everywhere for the werewolf, but the two only found a naked and dead Wolfgang.
“Looks like my eyesight is leaving me,” the woodsman declared. “I could have sworn I saw a puppy.”
“That was no puppy, woodsman… that was a werewolf. But you seemed to have missed him and killed my one love.”
“You’re a girl?”
“Yes,” She said in a tired and slightly angered tone, “I’m Little Red Riding Hood!”
“I was just making sure, because you’re so hot… I want you so bad.”
“Oh, haha. You’re such a sweet talker.”
He took her under his arm and they walked into the house. The woodsman turned back and his eyes turned a dark yellow and he smiled devilishly like the Michael Jackson Thriller music video.
The force ghost of Red’s Grandma and Wolf came forth and watched the two of them leave, resembling the end of Return of a Jedi. The laughter of the ghosts marked the end of the story.
Word got to the village of Little Red’s story and it’s been told from generation to generation ever since. Some versions are different than others (In some, it’s the story of Big Foot and in others, it’s the story of Shaquille O’Neal), but at the end of the day, the stories all have the same moral: Don’t be a freak. Conform to society and life will be great…

 

[steelio2006]

Nice take on the Red Riding hood story.

 

[Kevin Roegele]

This was for my class: take a fairy tale and fracture it. I got lots of other stories, but I thought I'd just test the waters with a story that is somewhat recognizable... Also, I did this with a partner. I pretty much wrote it, but we brained storm some ideas. If I were to have done it alone the wolf would have been a hooker that gave his victims STDs instead of eating them.

It was a small little village in a small little country. Not many knew of its existence, like most European countries, but it was real. Although it was small and unknown, the stories it has could fill dozens of books. One story, in particular, could last centuries. The story of a “little” girl, caught in a very big, big tale.
Little Red Riding Hood; it was an unusual name, but she was a very unusual girl.
“Make way for the freak show!” Other children shouted in mockery. They all pointed and laughed; even the adults. No one really cared for Red in this town and her nearest family member was a dying old woman that lived secluded in the woods.
“I’m not a freak!” Little Red yelled, trying to make them understand. “My appearance means nothing to how I am inside… Why can’t you understand me?” She wobbled across the street with her grotesquely large legs and hoof-like feet. She stood a towering 7-feet, 5-inches; a remarkable height for a five-year-old girl. Her stubby nose was placed right between her eyes with a protruding brow that gave her eyes dark shadows. Lips had a little snarl; results from the left side of her face being paralyzed and also caused her to drool uncontrollably. The only forms of clothing on her were a pair of hot pants, a blouse, and her name sake: a little red riding hood.
“Ohhhhh,” the children continued to mock, “the freak is trying to talk, but all I hear is ‘I’m ugly, blah-blah-blah, I’m ugly,’ ha ha ha ha!” The other children laughed in agreement and high fived each other.
Little Red ran off home once things began to be thrown at her. She ran and ran, but knew she’d never make it home and took refuge in a small medical hut. The door hit the bell above and the shopkeeper came out, not expecting anyone.
“Who is it? I’m getting ready to close up, so—” he turned around to see the visitor. “Ah! Look, I don’t want any trouble here. I don’t make enough money to cover the cost to the damage you’ll most likely make.”
“I’m not a monster… I’m not a monster,” Red kept mumbling to herself.
“What’s that? You want Potassium Chloride?”
Red was getting bitter and angry, but before she left, she remembered her dying relative. Noticing the shopkeeper reaching for his rifle, she lashed out at him, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him to the wall, knocking him out. Punching through cabinets, she’s able to take what she needed and escaped through the back. The sound of the angry mob could be heard coming towards her. Not many choices of escape routes, she chose to enter the woods, thereby escaping the mob and getting to her family member.
Her bare feet walked through the dirt, snapping twigs, and leaving large foot prints where ever she went. The woods were a dangerous place to be, the village would say many times. They told stories of lost hikers and evil creatures that wandered. Red Riding Hood never bought into any of those tales, until she came across a rotting corpse along the path. A couple limbs were missing and all they had to them was a basket and a pair of long underwear.
“I’ll take this basket for the medicine… I’ll come back for the underwear later,” she thought out loud, taking the basket. She heard a slight rustle in the bushes and she stopped in her tracks. Looking around, she saw nothing. About to continue her journey, an arm grabs her shoulder, stopping her.
“And who might you be, boy?” The stranger was a tall and handsome fellow with his hair slicked back and his muscles dancing. His blue-green eyes stared up into her black sky, searching for a shimmering star. He found none.
“Actually, I’m a girl and my name’s Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Little? I don’t know if you know this, but you’re as big as Old Man Taylor’s house, the local gnome.”
Red instantly took a liking to this strange man. “Heh, gee, thanks, but the little doesn’t refer to me directly. It refers to my hood, which is supposedly little and red. In actuality, it’s all normal sized, I’m just so big, it gives the illusion of inferiority.”
He gave her a seductive smirk, “So where are you going to in such bare clothes?”
“My grandmother’s, she lives just down this path. She’s dying…”
“Aw, that’s a real shame. You know what she might like? If you went over down by the river and pick her some nice flowers. If you hurry, you might be able to get there before nightfall.”
“Yeah, she’d find that to be swell, I bet. Thanks for the advice… I didn’t catch your name…”
“Wolfgang, but most call me Wolf.”
As Little Red went off path, heading down the river, Wolf stayed standing there, keeping his eyes on the setting sun… and the oncoming moon. The full moon came forth and Wolf’s transformation began. His eyes turned a deep yellow and dark grey hair began growing everywhere. His shirt ripped like Bill Bixby’s transformation into the Lou Ferrigno from the 70’s Incredible Hulk show. His completed transformation was like a mix between Michael J. Fox’s “Teen Wolf” and Robin Williams. He ran down the path towards the house. He broke down the door, preparing to devour the already dying woman only to find her already dead.
Sliding off the clothes, to keep it intact, he popped out a claw and tore away the flesh. To dispose of the rest, he began eating away her muscle tissue, but halted the process when he hears Little Red’s stomping feet running towards the house. Quickly, he slid the bloody, wrinkly skin over his fur and put on the clothes. As he slid into bed, Red walked in slowly.
“Grandma, it’s me, Little Red Riding Hood. I came with some medicine for you.”
“Oh darling, you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.” The imposter said with a trembling voice. “How long has it been?”
“About 5 years now, remember? You left me at the market in the village when I was 6 months old.”
“Oh yes, I remember now: you ashamed me with your hideous exterior.”
“Yeah… Well, I know at least one person who loves me the way you never did.”
“No one likes ugly people, dear. Don’t give yourself false hope again.”
“No! Wolfgang likes me! He was the first one to ever smile at me!”
The imposter smiled faintly, “Tell me, Red… Did this Wolfgang mistake you for a boy like the rest of them?” He popped out his claws, preparing his attack. His mouth was salivating immensely.
Unexpectedly, Red grabbed the medicine in her blind rage and threw the bottles at her “Grandmother.” The bottles shattered on contact. Glass shards in his eyes and the chemicals burning his retina, he stumbled out of the bed in pain.
“ARG! What have you done, you fool? Is this arsenic? Arg…”
He loses the accent and she hears the monster’s true voice; a deep growl with a familiar aspect to it. “You’re not my Grand-mama! Who are you? I demand answers to my questions!”
Unable to answer from the pain, he rips away the clothes and skin to reveal his form.
“A werewolf, I should have known… All the signs were there…” Red mumbles at the sight.
Wolf ran outside and was immediately stopped by a silver bullet in his chest. It came from a not too distant rifle, owned by a nearby woodsman. Little Red Riding Hood came out to see what happened and met the woodsman at the same time. She looked everywhere for the werewolf, but the two only found a naked and dead Wolfgang.
“Looks like my eyesight is leaving me,” the woodsman declared. “I could have sworn I saw a puppy.”
“That was no puppy, woodsman… that was a werewolf. But you seemed to have missed him and killed my one love.”
“You’re a girl?”
“Yes,” She said in a tired and slightly angered tone, “I’m Little Red Riding Hood!”
“I was just making sure, because you’re so hot… I want you so bad.”
“Oh, haha. You’re such a sweet talker.”
He took her under his arm and they walked into the house. The woodsman turned back and his eyes turned a dark yellow and he smiled devilishly like the Michael Jackson Thriller music video.
The force ghost of Red’s Grandma and Wolf came forth and watched the two of them leave, resembling the end of Return of a Jedi. The laughter of the ghosts marked the end of the story.
Word got to the village of Little Red’s story and it’s been told from generation to generation ever since. Some versions are different than others (In some, it’s the story of Big Foot and in others, it’s the story of Shaquille O’Neal), but at the end of the day, the stories all have the same moral: Don’t be a freak. Conform to society and life will be great…

LOL, good work.