Shudder. A
shiver runs down his back. Throb throb.
His temples throb in a frenzy of anger. A buzz of excitement runs through his
body. She shudders underneath him. Leaves crunch and twigs snap under the
weight of their bodies. The fabric gives
away in his hands, to soft flesh. Screams fill the air. Deafening. Shrill. Shut up! Shut up! No! He had stuffed
handfuls of dirt into the mouth of the whore before. Grunt grunt. A hungry pig. He’s crushing her small weak body. Soft. He doesn’t bother freeing himself
from his slacks. Soft. Weak. Weaker. She’s so weak. He laughs. Howls. Loud enough to drown out her
shrill screams. Morphing. He howls
like a beast. A God. A man. Mad. The Devil. Hungry. Insatiable. He is
everything. Nothing. He is nothing.
‘YOU’RE
NOTHING! A USELESS LITTLE BOY!’ the ugly old hag would scream as she beat him bloody.
He lets out a guttural cry. Hot tears stream down his face. His fingers pull
fistfuls of his hair in a primal desperation. He paws at the limp body beneath
him. Spit spraying her plain pale pubescent face. Grunt grunt. His tongue against her cheek. Warm. He touches her chest. Soft.
Pinching, squeezing and pushing down so hard he feels her brittle ribs crack.
He wanted to crush her. His teeth graze her cheek biting at the soft flesh. Warm. Weak. Soft. Wet. Slippery. Pungent. Urine. She had started mewling. Weak. Small and pathetic. Weak. Weak. ‘YOU’RE WEAK! PATHETIC!’the old hag would snarl. He snarled. He had her ugly scowl, her hot ugly
rage. The soaked dress tossed, she lay bare under him.
Heaving.
Her ugly scowl.
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STAB STAB!
The
knife cuts her soft weak throat.
Soft.
The
painted whore laughed.
Hard.
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STAB STAB!
Again and again!
Blood pours out a crimson velvet. Hard.
He spreads her legs. Crotch against hers. Hard.
Slashes across her chest blooming red. White skin sliced. Hard. She squirms. Warm. Warm.
He’s panting, moaning. Dry leaves around them are now soaked. Black. They look
black. Moan. She’s beautiful, colored
red and warm. His fingers digging into the cuts. Violating her flesh.
Her
soft meat, like a sweet peach.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek disappointment.
Throbbing.
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Hard.
The
knife cuts the girl’s flesh, he carves her face. Just for him. He peels her
skin back like a split cherry. His mouth meets the gash on her check. Thrusting. His tongue in and out the
warm gash. Thrusting. The knife in and out her soft stomach. Thrusting. His hips against her slack
body. Hard. Hard. Grunting. He frees
himself. Knife tossed, gripping himself, he stares down at his masterpiece.
His. His. His. Throbbing. His body
shakes. Shudder. Her eyes were wide
open, staring, blank. Her face carved. Red spread over the pale white canvas of
her body. Legs spread wide. The white of her inner thighs and the soft pink are
unstained, untouched, unharmed. Grunt
grunt. Both hands on her middle. Smearing the blood across her stomach. Up
and down her body, fingers reaching into the warmth inside of her gaping bloody
slashes.
Poke.
Warm.
Prod.
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Wiggle.
Warm.
Moan.
Slippery.
Slide.
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Grunt.
A
wild boar.
HARD HARD!
Face
buried the sticky slippery crimson wet.
Lapping
at the bloody gashes.
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Split
cherries.
Wet. Oozing.
Grunt.
Moan.
Pant.
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Oozing.
Shiver. Shudder.
HOWL!
Red.
Bursts of flashing white.
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Black.
Red.
Grunt.
Grunt.
Grunt.
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Handfuls
of wet dirt and leaves soaked. A broad swipe of black across her torso. Mud on
her face. A little woodland nymph. A bed of leaves, thorns. Her soft pink, cut,
carved. Soft. Eyes wide, staring,
accusing.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek
disappointment.
Grunt.
Slash slash! The
blade slices. A soft pink oozes. An X carved on each eye. Boneless with
release. He lay back down in the mess he made.
THE END
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H. Fernando is currently completing her Bachelors in Arts and Social sciences, double majoring in Gender & Sexuality studies and Writing. As a horror enthusiast, she enjoys dabbling in disturbing oddities and unconventional narratives.
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…