So i'm posting a few stories right now to get back up to date. As always Sasha's blog can be found over at The Short Story Press.
Word Prompt: There is nothing to fear, except the big bad wolf.
Word Limit: 600
A small face pops around the side of the door “Dad?”
Dad opens one eye to look at the boy, “Aren’t you supposed to be I bed?”
The boy pushes around imaginary dirt with the toe of his foot.
“Have you had your bath?”, “Yes dad.”
“Are you in your pajamas?”, “Yes dad.”
“Have you brushed your teeth?”, “Yes dad.”
“Have I read you your bedtime story?”, “Yes dad.”
“Then why are you standing in my doorway instead of being in bed?”, “I’m scared to go to sleep.”
Dad takes a deep breath and sighs, he throws back the covers and slides his legs out of bed. He shakes his head as he stands. “What are you scared of.” He asks as he puts his hand around his sons shoulder and leads him down the hallway.
The young child shudders slightly. “The other kids at school were telling stories.” The boy says as they walk into his room. Dad pulls back the covers and gestures for his son to get in.
“What kind of stories?” he asks as he tucks his son into bed for the second time that night.
His son pulls the cover up right to his chin, leaving only a very small amount of his tiny face showing. “One was about a little girl in the woods who went missing.” Dad sits quietly as he quite often does, and listens as his son tries to retell the story.
“She was being nice, and taking food to her grandmother. But she got attacked and all the food got stolen, and she got eaten, and then her grandmother got eaten as well. And she was wearing a red hood.”
“Who was telling these stories son? Was it those three little ruffians from up on the hill?”
His son simply nods, “Ok, I’ll go up the hill tomorrow and I will have a few words with their fathers about telling stories.
The boy rolls over and nods his head. “What other stories did they tell?”
His son thinks for a while before starting again “They told us that the howling you hear at night time is a terrible monster who kidnaps children in their sleep.”
Dad nods, “Anything else?”
“Yeah dad, they said that the monster lives nearby. They said that they overheard their parents talking to each other late at night, that their parents seem scared as well. Because the monster is real, and all the stories are true.”
Dad smiles gently as he rubs his son behind the ears. “You have absolutely nothing to fear my son.”
“How do you know dad? What about the stories?”
“I know because you are my little mischievous wolf, and one day you will grow up nice and strong. And like me, you will be a big bad wolf.” Dad smiles his large wolfish grin “You won’t have to worry about those stories, because those stories will be about you.”
The big bad wolf pats his son on the head, “Now go to sleep son, nothing to worry about.”
As the Big Bad Wolf is walking out the room he spares a quick glance under his son’s bed, he thinks he notices movement. He looks away quickly and heads to his own bed. “Nothing to worry about.” He says to himself as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.Word Count: 559
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