Extract from Dark Woods

This is a small extract from Dark Woods, another one from the collection of twisted fairy tales. This one is my version of Hansel and Gretel. Please let me know what you think and how I could improve.  

Somewhere in the deep, dark and lonely howling woods of Wurttemberg laid two infant children quietly crying in the root of a dying tree. One was a small girl of about 2 years with blonde, bobbed cut hair. She had what seemed to be soulless blue eyes which was a rare sort. Many blue-eyed girls had the brightest, happiest eyes known but I suppose she could be forgiven as she had just previously been abandoned by her parents. The young boy who seemed two to three years her senior had his arm wrapped tightly round his little sister, was the complete opposite to his sister. His hair was a striking black with deep, dark but caring brown eyes. He looked to be of five or six years but his eyes beyond their years.

They say you can learn a lot about people from their eyes and that theory looks to be true.

His arms tightened around her shoulders as he heard of what he only thought were in storybooks… A wolf’s howl. Her sobs got heavier as she buried her small head into the crook of his shoulder, fingers tightening his torso as she too heard the howls. Kissing the top of her blonde hair, he whispered quietly to her, “Shhhh,” Pausing briefly to re position himself so they were both more comfortable, “Shhhh. it will be fine. I will never leave you.” Tears continued to fall down her now rosy cheeks from the cold biting at her fair skin. The intense and nearly ear screeching began to subside which also seemed to comfort the wolves as their howls died too. He looked down to her, smiling as sincere as he could and whispered “You see? They have gone now.” She smiled softly up to him whilst he dried away her tears still trailing down her cheeks. Soon she was nestled against his chest and soft grumbles from her sleep filled the little cave like place they were in. Yet, the young boy could not quite fall asleep. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach, one which he felt somebody was watching them.

 

This is a small extract from Dark Woods, another one from the collection of twisted fairy tales. This one is my version of Hansel and Gretel. Please let me know what you think and how I could improve.

Extract from Little Red

What happens when a little girl sets foot on the forest path to her Grandmothers house? Find out in Little Red

Forests are dangerous places where bad things happen, never to be heard of again. Mainly because no one survives.

So why I hear you ask, would a mother of four children send her youngest and most beautiful little girl through these dark and sinister forests? Simply because she has never heard of the terrible things that can occur in the depth of the woods. She has never heard of the cries which can be heard at the dead of night. Nor of the folklore of hunters which never ventured back out of them with sacks full of meat. Woodchoppers who never came back to their families with the wood which was promised. Or of the children that are soon replaced and forgotten about by their families.

The morning was cold and muggy, a foreboding of the day’s events to occur some may say. However, the mother saw passed this warning when she heard that their ageing Grandmother was ill once again. Unable to go herself and look after the old woman, she turned to the pretty little girl with fiery red hair and green eyes and asked if she would mind venturing through the forest to look after her. Being the sweet, innocent and happy little girl she was, she readily accepted and was soon wrapped up in an ebony black cloak that had red outer trimmings and on her way.

A small but blameless smile played on her rosy red lips and a basket full of baked goods with the added bonus of medicines in hand; she was now walking along the path leading to the forest. As the girl put one foot on the path which lead the forest to her timeworn grandmothers house the heavens opened up. Rain splattered on to her now rosy red cheeks as she quickly scrambled to draw up her hood to shield her long wavy hair and face from angel kisses. Covering the basket with the cloak also, to shield the preservatives from going soggy and tasteless, she soon began her journey again, this time it was only her cloak was to get wet. She skipped happily along, jumping into the deepest pools of rain water she could find thus in turn soaking her dainty red shoes and stockings. Little Red was thoroughly enjoying herself, however if she had paid more attention to her surroundings and not busy disturbing things that had settled the girl in question would have notice the big black eyes that bore into her back from the trees. She would have heard the scurrying of claws on the damp forest floor. Or even the branch that broke cleanly in half when the owner of the eyes and claws misplaced his step.

This is a small extract on a collection of twisted fairy tales I have been working on for the past year or so and whilst it may not be the full story, would love to get your feedback. So please, let me know in the comments below.