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rainbowfic2013-06-14 05:28 am
sharpeningthebones) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-14 05:28 am
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uill Grey
Name: Charley
Story: Golden, Broken Or Lost
Colors: Quill Grey: Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. - William Wordsworth
Rating: G
Word count;< 556
Notes: A not quite Little Red Riding Hood tale.
And the wolf said "Tell me a story and I will spare your life."
And the girl, who was scared, unsure and unsteady with her words, spoke with a trembling voice.
She told a tale of travel and woe. A sad little story that was her life. The wolf didn't know that though, the wolf only knew she was speaking from the heart.
When she finished her tale, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, nervous and fearful. "Is that good enough," she asks, pulling her red cloak around her more tightly.
The wlf smiled, teeth large and white. "Good enough," he told her. "You may pass through my forest but only if you promise to tel another on your way out again."
The girl nodded, for she knew there was no point in arguing in with wolves in their own territory.
"Thank you," she said, bowing low to the ground before running off into the forest once more.
~
The little girl comes back years later, after staying with her grandmother, growing and harvesting memories. Her grandmother was a strange sort, a weaving woman who braided the memories of others into quilts.
She was learning the trade, learning how to carry on the tradition. It was time for her to go home though and though she had been a young girl when she first passed through the woods, she was a woman by the time she was ready to leave.
She wears a red cloak, wrapped tight around her to keep out the cold. She wakes with a careful pace, waiting for her old strange friend to appear. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous, that she wasn't scared to find out if her stories would match up to the one she told as a child.
And if they didn't, what would become of her? Would the wolf leave anything for her family to find or would she vanish like she'd never been there at all.
And as she wondered, he came to her, larger than before but older too. Time had weathered them both.
"Tell me a story," he said. "And I will let you pass."
She smiled, the expression uncertain before she starts telling her tale. It's not one of travel and woe. In fact it's one about staying put and learning. She talks about growing up, growing older and wiser and seeing the memories of others. She talks about creating the quilts that she learned how to make.
As she spoke, she pulled something from her basket, one of the very quilts she spoke of, patched together from her own memories.
"This is the seed of my story," she told him. "This is what I have to offer you for your kindness. Take it, I offer it to you freely and without demand of anything in return."
The wolf opened his jaws for a moment and she felt her heart leap into her mouth, fear rising up within her but he stepped forward, taking the quilt in his mouth and tossing his head back so it draped over him.
He nodded, obviously satisfied by her offers and turns away, running deep into the woods and leaving her alone, standing under the shade of a tree.
She smiled to herself, relieved and lighter than she had been.
Story: Golden, Broken Or Lost
Colors: Quill Grey: Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. - William Wordsworth
Rating: G
Word count;< 556
Notes: A not quite Little Red Riding Hood tale.
And the wolf said "Tell me a story and I will spare your life."
And the girl, who was scared, unsure and unsteady with her words, spoke with a trembling voice.
She told a tale of travel and woe. A sad little story that was her life. The wolf didn't know that though, the wolf only knew she was speaking from the heart.
When she finished her tale, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, nervous and fearful. "Is that good enough," she asks, pulling her red cloak around her more tightly.
The wlf smiled, teeth large and white. "Good enough," he told her. "You may pass through my forest but only if you promise to tel another on your way out again."
The girl nodded, for she knew there was no point in arguing in with wolves in their own territory.
"Thank you," she said, bowing low to the ground before running off into the forest once more.
~
The little girl comes back years later, after staying with her grandmother, growing and harvesting memories. Her grandmother was a strange sort, a weaving woman who braided the memories of others into quilts.
She was learning the trade, learning how to carry on the tradition. It was time for her to go home though and though she had been a young girl when she first passed through the woods, she was a woman by the time she was ready to leave.
She wears a red cloak, wrapped tight around her to keep out the cold. She wakes with a careful pace, waiting for her old strange friend to appear. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous, that she wasn't scared to find out if her stories would match up to the one she told as a child.
And if they didn't, what would become of her? Would the wolf leave anything for her family to find or would she vanish like she'd never been there at all.
And as she wondered, he came to her, larger than before but older too. Time had weathered them both.
"Tell me a story," he said. "And I will let you pass."
She smiled, the expression uncertain before she starts telling her tale. It's not one of travel and woe. In fact it's one about staying put and learning. She talks about growing up, growing older and wiser and seeing the memories of others. She talks about creating the quilts that she learned how to make.
As she spoke, she pulled something from her basket, one of the very quilts she spoke of, patched together from her own memories.
"This is the seed of my story," she told him. "This is what I have to offer you for your kindness. Take it, I offer it to you freely and without demand of anything in return."
The wolf opened his jaws for a moment and she felt her heart leap into her mouth, fear rising up within her but he stepped forward, taking the quilt in his mouth and tossing his head back so it draped over him.
He nodded, obviously satisfied by her offers and turns away, running deep into the woods and leaving her alone, standing under the shade of a tree.
She smiled to herself, relieved and lighter than she had been.
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But seeing red give a quilt to the wolf who seems to enjoy seeing her.
You sold it VERY WELL and I enjoyed it quite a lot. Thank you!
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Hee~ I love them too, I'm not even sure why. It just makes me happy. I have a few different renditions of the story and yesss.
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