Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood
January 24, 2013 21 Comments Master Class, Writing Stephanie Ayers

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me invincible, immortal.

I’m a little Red, hopping down the bunny trail. Over the river, through the woods, to the house made of gingerbread I go. Hansel and Gretel got nothing on me.

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me victorious, indestructible.

I’m a little Red, hopping down the bunny trail, a basket for my grandmother in hand. Along came a spider and sat down beside her, but I scared that old wolf away.

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me powerful, omnipotent.

“What small, beady eyes you have,” said the spider to the fly. “I can see you just fine,” was the fly’s reply. “Your snout is filled with sharp, little teeth,” said Red to the wolf, “but you… (Thump!) won’t… (Whack!) eat… (Thunk!) me! (Thwat!)”

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me invisible, indescribable.

“The blood on the walls doesn’t match the grandmother,” Red overheard.
“Then it must be the huntsman. His wolfs-head hat was found under the bed, the snout chopped in two.”
“No, no, I’m merely nicked,” Red’s grandmother said. “She came in and just didn’t understand that he wasn’t hurting me. It…It was just a…game. She grabbed his axe and started swinging.”

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me visceral, unaccountable.

“It’s the cape. Every time she puts it on, something changes. It’s like she’s not herself.” Grandmother said to the man in black.

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me omnipresent, neither here nor there.

Peter, Peter, red cape eater, had a wife and couldn’t keep her. So he put her in a prison cell and there he kept her very well.

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This week’s Master Class, hosted by Eric Storch of Sinistral Scribblings, was brought to you by Roxanne from Unintentionally Brilliant. She chose Kelle Groom’s book I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl whose opening line is: Morphine makes me weightless, airborne.

I’m also linking this up with #FridayFlash.

I always want and welcome  honest feedback. Please share your thoughts in a comment.

Thanks for stopping in!

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Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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  1. 21 Comments

    Tessa

    Morphine gives me giant hives LOL! I like your version better. 🙂

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    2old2tap

    I love this! The rambling yet directed incoherence. It almost made me high reading it.

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      SAM

      Snort. I love this comment.

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    Eric Storch

    Wow. Murder most foul. Awesome, SAM!

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      SAM

      Thanks, Eric. Glad you enjoyed this little trip (pun intended) into the mind of the insane. 😉

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    stankmeaner

    Bam! Have I mentioned that I really love your dark side? This was fantastic, the dips into her crazy brain and the outlying conversations, very very well done!

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      SAM

      Thanks. I think you mentioned it once before but I dont think I have been writing as much of my dark stuff lately. Someone else told me I found my voice writing the dark stuff. I have to admit that I always like my dark stories more than others.

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    Carrie

    That was a trip SAM. Creepy fairy tale retold 🙂

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      SAM

      Its a creepy story to begin with, really.

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    Chelle

    This is, by far, my favorite story you’ve written! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a fun ride through your dark side! 🙂

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      SAM

      LOL. My dark side is having fun.

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    steph

    So unique. I love it. So many fairytales are gruesome. I love where you went with it.

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    t

    Creepy. Creepy good!

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    angelaamman

    Really wonderful job. It’s disorienting, which I imagine is what it’s like in her head.

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    Marian

    i think i’ll read this one to my kids and see what they think of it 🙂

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      SAM

      I’d love to know.

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