A Short Story : The Story Of Little Red Cap

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

“MOM WHERE ARE WE GOING!!!” I said, feeling like I could burst at any moment it's a horrible thing to be car sick when you don't know what to do about it. “Don't worry dolly we will be there any second now” said Sharon,  but I just know her as mom. “I think i'm dying!” I said, sinking into the back car seat. Mom didn't say anything as with my brother they  just smiled. I wondered if they could see something I couldn't so I forced my body to sit up and unbuckle my seatbelt as my eyes lit up as if I saw an angel. It felt like everything was in slow motion. For months now I've been dying to go to Six Flags for one day and today was that day! “Do you feel better deer or should we go back home” mom said with an evil smile glancing at me through

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

Little red was a respectful girl because she did everything that she was told. The only bad thing was that she got sidetrack and talks to a strange wolf on the way to her grandma’s house.

So they got on a dirt road that she thought would lead to her old house. This road was in very bad condition. You could tell nobody used it because of the holes and bumps and washouts. The grandmother had remembered that they were in

“Skylar, come on! The truck is about to leave!” my mom shouted as she walked outside to the U-haul truck containing precious memories of the past thirteen years of my life. “Alright, mom!” I aggressively shouted back to her, knowing full well she would not appreciate my tone. Despite my resistance towards the events of the day, I trudged out of my bare room with the last of my Vera Bradley luggage and loaded up the truck.

While on the way to the fields we are passing through Oklahoma when the truck starts jerking. Brian's cell phone had just muttered the words that were least appealing at the moment. The fuel pump on Brian's truck had just went out and we looked at each other and we both knew what had happened. “We don't have time for this” ,i muttered, “we have to make it to Kansas and be set up in the blind in 5 hours and we

I buckled up my seat belt preparing myself for the long ride ahead. The dirty window slowly rolled down right past my eyes, making a squeaky noise, as I yelled goodbye to our hosts. As I stared out the back window and saw our hosts slowly start to fade as we drove away, then started reminiscing all the memories made. I plugged in my headphones and drowned myself in my music as I stared at the newly built houses, watching kids playing kickball outside. I looked up with a smile on my face as my dad slowly rolled down the windows as the sound of cowbells and banjos filled the air. To my surprise, I was surrounded by cowboy boots and hats, and the smell of barbeque in the air. My dad slowly drove through the heart of downtown Nashville before finding a spot to park. In amazement, we pulled up to a restaurant called

“But Dad, I don’t wanna drive!” I whined, even though there had been no time for that; we had two hours of open highway to conquer. I had felt butterflies adding to my stomach with every mile closer the gps informed me I was getting to the practice

In the Grimm story, Little Red-Cap is naive and easily fooled. Red-Cap meets a wolf in the woods, “Red-Cap did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him” (Grimm). She is then tricked into believing that he is her grandmother and he devours her. She later has to be saved from death by the huntsman that happens to walk by (Grimm). She shows little agency and does not know enough to protect herself. This varies greatly from Red in Hoodwinked. Towards the beginning of the movie, there is a scene

The drive to tennessee was too long. I don’t enjoy sitting in our sedan squeezed between my two younger siblings for 8 whole hours. As we enter the downtown area, my mother asks me to give her directions to aunt Jane’s house off of our map.

Running faster and wilder than the horses she was racing and was changing faster than a frightened chameleon’s colors, she dreamed of her adventures. By merely catching sight of her sporty vehicle, the girl was transported out of a musty and dingy garage, and she became the heroine of worlds only she could see. She tiptoes towards her shining bike, ignoring the house rule of never biking alone. She speeds like a bullet around the driveway’s racetrack. A sustained creak comes from the door, and she shoots back to her mound of tangled toys. Whew. Safe. Scrumptious smells of a home-cooked meal wafts from behind a mother who is making sure her child is still in one piece. A sweet smile and an itsy bitsy white lie are offered and accepted to cover for the daughter’s rule-breaking behavior. Safe again. The door gives a satisfying click, and the girl bounds over to her bicycle. Her sticky post-peanut butter and jelly fingers fumble with the helmet’s complicated buckle. The girl rearranges the wicker basket’s mostly-dead flowers from a previous adventure. Just as she teeters off of the seat, she starts to waddle across the garage floor.

Riding the bus home to my grandma’s house. I looked through the papers that Mrs. Garcia had given me. Being cut off from my thoughts by loud and rambunctious crowd of rude children, the bus stopped. “Oh crap, I’m at the bus stop!” I thought. Hurryingly, I shoved all the papers back into my book bag, grabbed my jacket and purse, and bailed off the bus. “Whew, that was too close!” I thought.

Wanda wasn't used to walking below airways, she had always been told as a girl “The highways are for the history books and the bums” and she was advised to avoid them at all costs. Still, she couldn't blame her husband. It's not like he's the one who burned out the right burner. Either way, she thought, this will just be another adventure to add to our lifejournal. The man on the other end of the phone assured her they were on their way.

My mom placed her hand on my shoulder, "Cleo, I know you can drive the back roads. I'm just worried about your safety. At night there are animals that can jump in front of your car. What if an animal attacks you? What if..." I quickly cut her off "MOM! I know you are scared of me getting hurt. I will drive slow, when it gets dark. I will be careful. I promise you, I will come back unharmed."