Little Red Riding Wolf.
So apparently I only have to write the intro.
Strange.
In the deepest, gloomiest, darkest part of the forest, a dark, cruel, cunning queen sat on her throne of wolf bones. She wore a wolf skull as a crown on top of her blood red cloak. The only light in the forest was her glowing red eyes. All of the forest, and the village at the edge, feared her name,
Little.
Red.
I was learning to write a fractured fairy tale. I actually did this early because apparently I got sent the wrong task last week. I found this easy because I really like writing fractured fairy tales. My next step is to write the next bit.
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