Monday, August 29, 2011

Story Time 3

Once upon a time there was a little girl who just couldn’t seem to stay on the path that was assigned to her. Those who had power over her saw her as defective, and sought to be rid of the defect by beating it out of her mentally and physically. Unfortunately, no matter what they tried, they just couldn’t fix the ugly creature.

The little girl sought brief escapes from the torment by walking through the woods. It was an area that was dangerous but one that held the promise of freedom, so she armed herself with a knife and took the risk. It was during one of these walks that she was spotted by a wolf, who ran to meet her where the paths crossed.

The wolf introduced itself quite politely and asked where she was going. Returning the politeness, she told the wolf that she was merely enjoying a stroll through the forest.  “Which path will you take for your little stroll then, my dear?” asked the wolf “the path of needles or the path of pins?” She thought for a moment, an idea creeping into her head. “Neither” she replied, “I think I’ll make my own path.” With that, she took out the knife. The wolf snarled and went to lunge at the girl, but stopped when she plunged the knife into her own flesh. The wolf watched curiously as she cut out her own heart and placed it on the ground as an offering. The little girl told all and promised more prey, in addition to the heart, if the wolf would only help her. The wolf accepted and was embraced by the girl as it consumed her heart.

Later that evening, she and the wolf returned to those who hurt her.

“Can’t you see our suffering?” they screamed

“My eyes are blind to it” she said

“Can’t you hear our torment?” they cried

“My ears are deaf to it” she said

“What of your soft heart?” they desperately pleaded

“My heart is gone,” she responded. “I gave it to the wolf as it was dead and doing me no good. You killed it in your efforts to improve me. Allow me to show you the same kindness”

With that, the girl joined the wolf in tearing into them.

As they lay dying, they couldn’t tell one from the other


  1. My favorite story. Thank you.

  2. Thank you bright sky. I'm happy that you like it and that you weren't disappointed that it didn't turn out the way you had hoped

  3. No, not disappointed. Very relieved and happy, actually. It reminds me of the fact that the original Red Riding Hood was smarter than the wolf. They don't bring the original story up very often, though.

  4. Glad to hear that. I hope, if nothing else it served as a distraction from the threats and general rudeness you have been dealing with on your blog. I would like you to keep writing as well as to continue these conversations.

    I too favor the early versions of the story for showing the girl's ingenuity.

    However, in my versions the wolf is not meant to be taken as a completely separate entity from the girl. While the wolf here does still represent a separate entity, it also represents part of the girl herself. In terms of it being part of her, she could either do nothing and let that part turn inward and kill her, she could run away from that part of herself but not forever, or she could embrace this part and use it to her advantage. And this is what, I suppose, you could call the moral of the story

  5. KnitWolf- I enjoy this one the most.

    Until Next Time.

  6. I want to start writing more personally as well, but the way things are going on the Be Wary of These, I'm afraid to. Maybe I'll use the other one to do so? I don't know. Thank you, KnitWolf. The conversations, at least, won't stop.

    As for the story... it's rather telling, dear.

  7. Unfortunately, given your research and the people that you're in contact with, writing on more personal terms is very risky. I would say that using the other blog is the least you should do. I know you're probably sick of the warnings so I'll leave it at that. I am glad that the conversations will continue though.

    As for the story... do you really think it's more telling than anything else on this blog, bright sky?

  8. I think everything's in plain sight. You just have to look at it the right way.