The Macabre Wolf and the Red Hood

EMILIE PRIETO

“Children are little pests, they run around and cause havoc. They get into places they shouldn’t and cry when they shouldn’t. It gets them hurt emotionally or physically–though if adults remain the same, are they truly adults? Or deformed children? With black blood in their throats to spit vile words and dried ink squeezing at their brains for their moronic reasoning for their cowardly and repetitive actions in a limbo of labor and weakness. No one is spared from the judgment of the wolf in the woods, do not fool the wolf because once you do…”

Once upon a time, there were two children, a brother and a sister. Hans was the witty and smart mouthed child who wished to venture on with his sister Gretta, who would wield a sword—a pair of sticks–one short and one long in the shape of a sword tied with string. It was flimsy and weak but they claimed it to be strong enough to slay the monster in their house. Hans was too afraid to face the monster in the house and Gretta claimed she needed to ‘find an even stronger’ sword to slay the monster. So in the dead of night, when the termites would eat away at the underside of the back porch and the roaches in their kitchen would sneak in and into their decaying meat, fruit and whatever else, they slipped out their beds in their tattered and stained nightwear.