“Ready in 5…4…3…2…” a younger woman
with a raspy voice in an all-black outfit says to a crew member above the
curtain, “1.”
The curtains move to the side, and
the lights turn on from above. My skin feels warm already from the glare. Fake
clapping is played on the entire stereo system around the room before the tall
man I saw before walks over to his chair. He smiles, flashing the white pearls
behind his lips as he waves to me. The beat and clapping die down.
“Hello, everyone, and welcome to—“
he pauses, raising his left hand to his ear dramatically.
I
look out beyond the stage, instead of people, I see a blank brick wall. A
hunched over man just behind the camera clicks a button on a soundboard.
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“On! Your! Life!” a crowd of people
say, erupting into cheers before going silent once more.
“I’m here with—“ the man says,
holding out his hand to me.
“J-James. James MacLean,” I say.
“Well, James, I’m assuming you know
how the game works?”
“Afraid not, coul—“
“Well, all you have to do is answer
a series of questions. Get them right, and you can move on,” he clears his
throat, turning towards me with an unbreaking smile, “But if you get one wrong…
Well, just try not to get any wrong. Are you ready?”
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“As ready as I’ll ev—“
“Terrific! James, did you pick your
nose as a child?”
“I… What? I mean, of course. All
children had to, right?”
“Hm…But did you eat the sweet
rewards of a nose well cleaned?”
My eyes crinkle, pursing my lips as
I shake my head, “I mean… as a young child, sure?”
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His head turns towards the camera,
suppressing a laugh, “Fair enough, but, James… Do you still fall into these
habits?”
I shake my hands in front of me, “Of
course not! What do I look like? A child?”
He smirks, holding out a small blue
box towards the screen behind us. With a push of a button, a compilation of
videos and pictures catching me in the act appear on the screen.
“That’s one strike, James! But we
play for three. But you still must be punished!” his arm stretches towards me,
pressing another button on the remote. Two cold, metallic bracelets clasp over
my wrists on the table that separates us. I yank my body back, but the clamps
keep my limbs in place.
Heavy footsteps settle behind me. I
twist my head but can’t see the figure on the other side of my chair. I look to
Neil who nods at me and smiles at the person just behind. His smile seems too
smug. A click and buzzing can be
heard. It’s like a mini chainsaw is being held to the nape of my neck. Suddenly
the pitch changes to a low vrrrrr and
before I realise, chunks of my dirty blonde hair fall from my shoulder to my
lap.
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Hair falls on me like a blanket or
a freshly sheered sheep. Cold air touches places of my scalp that I hadn’t felt
since I was a boy. The noises and falling particles cease. A glaring handheld
mirror is presented in front of me as the clasps release my wrists. I take the
mirror and reach to run my fingers through freshly cut hair. In place of my mop
is now barren scalp. The remainder of hair feels like a dull cactus. My eyes
flicker to Neil who shrugs.
“Two strikes left, MacLean!” he
says.
I nod, folding my arms close to my
body, “Go on then.”
“Have you ever watched something
not suitable for you?”
“I watched R movies all the time?”
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“Oh, no, James. Far worse,” he says
turning towards the screen.
A clip of me biting my lip and
shaking vigorously appears. It flashes to the screen my past-self was gazing
at.
“Kiddies, huh, James?”
My face goes white. My left hand is
pulled into the lock again. I look blankly at Neil who cringes at me.
“Kids, James? How sick. We’ll make
sure you watch nothing like that again.”
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A hole opens on the edge of the
table. Two jagged ice cream scoopers sit just in front of my gaze. Neil taps
his fingers on the wood as I back into the chair as far as I can. The man
behind me grabs my shoulders, sitting me straight to look at the twisting
utensils.
My vision is bloodshot and filled
with shades of red and fall to black. My throat burns with screams as I feel
the strings of my eyes being pulled form my skull. A whirring noise marks the
retreat of the device. I reach up with my other hand. My face feels wet, but
dry. It reeks of iron. I want to cry, but it burns as all that flows is my
blood.
“Have you ever stolen something?”
“Y-yes,” I answer through my sobs
“Have you ever stolen from your
family, James?”
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“No…”
“What about a friend?” he asks, creaking
the chair as he leans forward.
“I don’t think so,” I say.
“Wrong again, James,” he says, tapping the
plastic button. I hear giggles of an old female friend fill the room. She’s
laughing. Suddenly, her laughter turns to struggled breaths and rustling.
Something is overcoming her. The screams and frantic gasps as I ripped away her
innocence on the living room floor echo around the room.
“I never said it had to be entirely
tangible, James,” Neil says. He’s enjoying this torture porn.
I stand, almost leaping out of my chair to make a rush for the exit. My arms out, trying to feel my way around the table. Two weights sit on my shoulder, dragging me down to the chair once more. One of the giant hands pushes my right hand into one of the constraints. A metallic slicing sound rings in my right ear.
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Julia Wren is an author, storyteller, and cat-enthusiast. She spends her spare time with her cat, Maya, and filling paint-by-numbers. If she’s not binge-watching Netflix movies or ordering pizza in her sweatpants, she’s traveling the world’s reaches with her inspiration, and father, James.
So here is our last installment of our AI journey exploring the idea of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad wolf being one and the same. All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva. Feel free to check out Part 1 and Part 2 of this exploration if you missed them.
A non sequitur I know, but I couldn’t resist. If you picked up where we left off you’ll get it.
Seriously?! Again with the cropped off head cop out…
Finally! That was a journey. And not even worth the result, in my opinion.
Anyway, here is a bonus montage I made out of a bunch of additional Red Riding Hood prompts for an article that never happened…
Prompts for Montage:
1.) What if Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf were one and the same being? 2.) Her wolf face peering out of her red cloak, fangs dripping with the blood of another victim, lost in the forest and never found. 3.) Little Red Riding Hood closes in for the kill, lunging from her red cloak, her wolf fangs dripping with blood. 4.) I am Little Red Riding Hood. I am the Big Bad Wolf. I am coming for you. 5.) Howling within, the rage sears forth from the red cloak, discarded in the deep woods. Red Riding Hood succumbs to the lycanthropy. 6.) Heaving breaths. Dripping blood. Red Riding Hood is not what she appears. She is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 7.) Her red cloak masks the fangs hidden below the surface. 8.) It starts with a long sighing breath. Waiting. The wolf within stirs. 9.) Red Riding Hood trembles. She succumbs to the lycanthropy. 10.) The wolf bursts forth from within. It takes over Little Red Riding Hood’s mind, her body, her being. 11.) Red Riding Hood howls. She is ravenous with hunger for blood. The wolf within has taken over. Mind, spirit, body. She feasts on the blood of the moon. 12.) Big Bad Wolf Red Riding Hood ravenous blood moon feast 13.) Blood moon beckons. I. Little Red Big Bad Riding Hood Wolf. Freedom howling night curse. 14.) Beware. Bewolf. BeRedRidingHood. Betwixt. Beyond. 15.) I pad quietly as the forest dissolves around me. Red Riding Hood and Wolf, one and the same. 16.) Wolf within howling dark recesses of the mind, Red Riding Hood lost 17.) Red Riding Hood HOWL wolf bane true existence polymorph within-and-without. 18.) Red howl Riding Wolf dark existence brooding within
Continuing our AI journey from last time exploring Little Red Riding Hood herself as the Big Bad Wolf… All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.
How very… Phantom of the Opera predatory… this is definitely not what I had in mind. Maybe something more cutesy?
Ugh. Maybe not.
Wow, that seems like such a cop out, cropping off the head so you don’t have to depict it. And I don’t want to lose the Little Red Riding Hood reference completely.
So no surprise there, I knew that was too many references to work.
And as promised in Big Bad Poetry, we shall embark on our next AI journey, this time looking at Little Red Riding Hood. I had wanted to depict her as the Big Bad Wolf one and the same, although maybe not so big nor bad. But it just wasn’t happening quite as planned. All of these are based upon the AI generated art and prompts using NightCafe and then created as posters in Canva.
So I actually like this even better than my original vision, it is playful and even a bit serene (especially given the Sinister style). The wolf is just being a wolf. It’s quite lovely, really. But it wasn’t what I had in mind, so I revisited the idea later to see if I could get that result…