This is my variation of the fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood.  I wrote this story during my junior year of high school, so it's not my best.  But it is an interesting story nonetheless.

Naughty Red

Red sat sulking in her room.  She was nearly thirteen, she thought to herself, her mother had no right to say whom she could or could not be with.  He wasn’t that much older.  He was only twenty-eight.

When her mother heard about Jack, she responded as most mothers would.  “No daughter of mine,” she bellowed, ”will be seduced by a man over twice her age!”  Needless to say, her mother’s forbiddance of Jack only served to send Red’s desire through the roof.  She’d find a way, she swore to herself.  No matter what, she would find a way.

A week into her grounding, her mother appeared at her door.  “I’ve decided to let you go out today”, she told her.  Red allowed restrained hope to flicker through her eyes.  Her mother saw that hope, and as mothers do, immediately quashed it.

“Your grandmother is ill,” she told Red, “and I’ve decided to trust you to take her this medicine.  The doctor said that if she doesn’t get it, she might die.”

“Plus,” she added with a look of proud deviousness, “ your grandmother will tell me what time you got there, so I will know if you stopped on the way.”  The last of Red’s hope melted away.  She’d never get to be with Jack.

Not an hour later, she was on her way.  With her grandmother’s medicine safely tucked inside an old wicker basket, she trudged along with burdens much heavier than the basket she carried.

Suddenly a voice boomed behind her, “Where are you off to, little lady?”  Red whirled around, startled.

“Jack!”  She leapt into his arms, knocking both of them onto the soft moist grass beside the path.

He kissed her passionately, but she hesitated.  “My grandmother is waiting.  If I’m late, she’ll tell my mother!”

“That old bag”, she scoffed, “She’s probably already asleep.  That senile old goat will believe whatever time you tell her you got there.  We have plenty of time.”  With that, she melted into his arms.  And before they knew it, two hours had passed away, as had Red’s virginity.

Red and Jack walked, arms around each other’s waists, towards her grandmother’s little house.  When they reached the quaint little cottage, Jacked murmured seductively, “I’ll wait outside.”

She knocked on the door, but no one answered.  She opened the door and quietly walked inside.  “Grandmother?” she called, “Are you sleeping?”  Only silence answered her, so she walked into the bedroom.

With a high-pitched scream barely leaving her lips, Red fainted onto the hardwood floors.  Jack rushed in to find Red passed out next to her dead grandmother.  He slapped Red gently until she finally awoke.

Sobbing hysterically, she cried, “It’s my fault, Jack.  It’s all my fault.  If she had had her medication …”

“She didn’t”, Jack interrupted sharply, “ and now she’s dead.  We can’t change that, but we can still protect ourselves.”

Red stared at him blankly, comprehension out of reach.

“After this, they will never let me see you.  Ever.”

“No”, she cried, finding this news more disturbing than the dead body on the floor.  “What do we do?”

He bid her to wait while he went into the woods.  Not much more than an hour later, she heard a gunshot.  Her heart leapt with fear.  Shortly, Jack appeared dragging the corpse of a wolf.

Using a knife from the kitchen, he cut out pieces of the dead woman’s flesh – jamming them down the throat of the dead wolf.  He used the wolf’s mouth to make the cuts look like bites.

“Honey”, he said with a sly sneer, “that wolf killed your grandmother, and then went after you.  I heard your screams and came and saved you.”

Red’s heart filled with pride and love.  Jack was so smart.  “My mother will be so grateful to you, she wouldn’t dare forbid me to see you!”

She danced around the room with glee, skillfully avoiding the two corpses on the floor.  Jacked gently grabbed her hands, and somberly pulled her into a sitting position.  “A horrible thing has happened”, he said with eyes wide.  “This is a sad day.”

She nodded realizing that she needed to hide her newfound glee.  She quickly pulled on a mask of sobriety.

A week passed after that day at grandmother’s house, and Jack held Red gently in her own room.  Everything had gone as planned.  The wolf took the blame, and Red’s mother could no longer refuse Jack’s presence.  Everyone was happy, except of course Red’s grandmother and the dead wolf … and the wolf’s four pups that soon starved to death.  But Red was alive and with Jack, so everything turned out happily ever after.