Hi Im back from the dead once more. I don’t come on here a lot, but anyway.
I was always fixated on what ifs
So what if the wolf was a genuine murderer, but not only a psychotic one. A slightly smart one.
I don’t know if anyone cares but I’ll right a story
(Little red wolf)
“Little red little red,” her mother had said
“Bake a pie give and go to your grandmas bed”
“Walk across the forest and make it quick”
“Watch out for a wolf, or a loose stick”
So little red trotted and pranced out the house
All while staying silent as a mouse
But someone followed, much more silent
Big gapping grin and mind much violent
He follows for a while keeping her on a harness
Then.. with a sick crunch snapped her up into the darkness
Dragging her body down a path a hunter spotted the poor girl in his grasp
“YOU MONSTER, YOU SICK CREATURE”he shouted but did not run
With shaking hands raised a gun
*BANG BANG BANG*…
But he wasn’t quick enough.. now he’ll never return to his son
A sickness stew brew baked into red like dye
For the wolf had found little red home and little reds mom said, bye bye!
Using the oven to make a pie
one last meal, one last fly
Trudging along the path the wolf huffed
Eyes dilated and ruff
Knock knock knock
Ticked to the sound of old grandmas clock
Slowly arrow from her chair
She walk to the peep hole twirling her hair
“Who may be here oh so late?”
“It’s your grandchild,” replied a voice sweet yet grained
My my what big teeth you have
All the better to talk to you…
What big ears you have
All the better to listen to your wonderful stories…
Oh what big eyes you have
All the better to see your beautiful face with…
“Let me in grandma oh dearest…
“I can’t wait for you to try my pie I insist …”
“How could I keep out my little red!”
Little did she know, little red had long wound up dead
(Fin)
Im gonna sell these paintings.
#painings#art#storytelling#gore