Once upon a time I took a writing class where we’d be shown a picture and then create an essay or story based on it. Sometimes it was challenging. Sometimes it was dead easy.
The air was warm and the breeze gentle, with just a hint of mulberry in the air. She had eaten her fill but run out of tooth floss. I paused for a moment to watch.
Oh my. If I didn’t ruin her I’d enjoy the heck out of her ruining me. I’m just beyond stories right now. I need to go be by myself for a while.
Its suppose to be a story Mr E, not a quote from your diary.
Little. Red. And riding my Hood. What better way to spend my day.
It was a bright sunny day. As I strolled through the woods I had a chance encounter with a young lass who I could tell had more on her mind than flossing with the ribbon of her cape.
Why Grandma, what big teeth you have! All the better to eat you up! Er,uh, you guys take it from there.
Looks like wolf’s back on the menu, boys!*
* bit of a LOTR paraphrase, but whatever. We can’t all be orcs. Not all the time.