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Blood Red

For LC's Unofficial Fairytale Challenge - Light Content Warning.

By Paul StewartPublished about a month ago 2 min read
Blood Red
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Red, the girl with flaming locks and the palest flesh, was well-known throughout the village and beyond as the kind of person who kept herself to herself. She had been pursued by many different people, who were interested in making Red their wife. She was not the settling down type, was the reason she gave for each new suitor and suitress. Aside from her Gramma and her job delivering baked goods and treats from the local bakery, no-one could understand her stance.

As most girls her age were getting married, or closer to the truth, being given away in marriage, the villagers were uneasy about this girl's rebellious streak.

One day, the owner of the bakery, demanded that Red court his son, Bert. Although it was against her wishes, he locked the bakery with Bert and Red inside, to give them time to get to know one another.

He claimed it was not foul play and was just trying to help Red out. Bert was harmless enough. Red knew that. Which was unfortunate. For, aside from being busy with bakery duties and caring for her dear Gramma, Red had a secret. Bert, thanks to his father's oafish ways, was about to find it out, the hard way.

As the sky darkened, the Baker retired to his home, leaving Bert and Red in the bakery alone. Bert pleaded with Red that it wasn't his fault, but neither did he once offer to unlock the door. He had a key, and hedged his bets, that he had a chance. Little did he know, that as the sky turned black as coal, and the lights in the bakery flickered until they went out, that he was about to meet a grisly end.

I'd love to say that Red took pity and made it quick and painless, but I don't believe in lying. She took great delight in feasting on flesh, starting from his toes to his calves, thighs, groin and then to his arms, she gorged on his bleeding flesh to the sound of his screams, leaving one eye on top of the counter with a note in blood to the Baker. "Sorry, he's just not my type. Rx"


Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Word Count - 366 on the dot! This is another entry for LC's fabulous unofficial Fairytale challenge. More details can be found below:

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About the Creator

Paul Stewart

Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.

Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.

"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    Hehehehehehehehe can I be Red? Pwetty pwease, Sir Paul. Your story was absolutely delicious 😋😋😋

  • Shirley Belkabout a month ago

    Exactly how I feel about "hook ups!"

  • Heather Zieffle about a month ago

    Grisly ending! I loved it! lol. Great job 😄

  • Oh dear… I ignored the warning… curiosity got the better of me & I read another excellently written story of yours 😳

  • D. J. Reddallabout a month ago

    Poor Bert, the bloody fool!

  • Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago

    Oh my. Oh lordy. Wolf or human ? 🙃

  • Tina D'Angeloabout a month ago

    You gotta wonder about a chick who can't tell a big bad wolf from a little old lady. I always thought she had a thing for the wolf.

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