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So those of you who know I'm working on a project where I am taking original fairy tells and writing my own versions. I have written one for Little Red Riding Hood, as well as Bluebeard/Princess and the Golden Ball, and am currently working on Snow White and the Red Rose. Why am I retelling you all of this? Well because my artist has finished the cover art for my Little Red Riding Hood version The Curse of the Red Cape.

The artist is and the artwork can be found

Here is a sneak peak of the first chapter of my story, I'm working on the revision process now so I won't post the rest up until later. Let me know what you think.


The Curse of the Red Cape
Chapter ONE

Flann stood at the edge of the village overlooking the forest. Something was there, she could sense them standing just feet away from her. She could smell their sweet scent, a mixture of oak and lavender, but the harder she stared she just couldn't see them. She continued to stand there, transfixed, unaware of the footsteps coming toward her.
"Flann!! Get away from there!" Her mother said running toward her. Within seconds her mother had her hands around Flann's upper arms and began dragging her back toward the village. "I've told you a hundred times, stay away from the forest."
"I wasn't going to go in."
"I don't care what you were doing, you don't go in there, ever!"
"But, I thought I saw something."
"What did you say?" Her mother stopped dragging her and turned, looking into Flann's face.
"I said that there was something there."
"Don't play games with me young lady."
"I'm not, I really did--" but her mother began dragging her back toward the village before she could finish her sentence.  
"You saw nothing, do you understand me," her mother said through her teeth and as they got closer to the village Flann could hear the church bell ring; once, twice, three times. Flann shoot her mother an alarming look.
"Mother, it rang three times."
"I know, and do you know how panicked your father and I were when we heard it and you were nowhere to be found?"
"I'm sorry," Flann muttered.
"What where you doing over there, you know you aren't supposed to be by the forest? You're father and I have told you a hundred –"
"I know," Flann cut in, "I was heading off to Libby's house and got distracted along the way."
"Well next time, pick a different route." Her mother hissed as the town square began filling itself with all the different families that lived in Hanselville. She began pushing her way through the crowd, pulling Flann by the elbow until they reached her father and her older sister. Her father leaned in to hug her as her sister, Abigail, shot her a look of disapproval. Flann ignored her and began looking around the quiet crowd at the familiar faces looking for one in particular. Flann scanned the crowd, her heart beating faster the longer she searched.
"Have either of you seen Libby?" Flann whispered to her father and Abigail, but both shook their heads, a look of pity washing over their face as Flann soon grasped what was about to happen. Before she could even convince herself it wasn't true the crowd grew even more silent as a young girl walked up toward the podium, stopping solemnly next to Pastor Mason. Libby's body stood there alive but with no life, the red cloak draped over her shoulders, her blue eyes no longer holding laughter, her bright young skin was worn and pale, and her lips were the darkest of red; cursed. From the side of the podium, Libby's mother cried hysterically, screaming for her daughter but Libby's father held her tightly, his face washed of any expression. Libby briefly took her eyes off her best friend to glance at them, searching for Libby's older brother Nathan who was nowhere in sight.
Flann glanced back up at her best friend, trying to make eye contact with her hollow eyes, praying that this was all a joke. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her temples but she just stood there, absorbing what she was seeing.
"Where's Nathan?" Libby heard Abigail mutter to a neighbor.
"Just horrible," the old man replied, "I heard he found the girl when he went to wake her up for chores this morning. Ran out and hung himself, he did."
"No," Flann said, tears began forming into her eyes. "Please no!" She started to walk toward the podium, toward the enchanting cloak that clung to her best friend's shoulders but her father lightly gripped her bicep pulling her slowly toward him. This was the fifty-second Silencing she had been through and never had any of the victims been one of her best friends. They had all been girls she had known but never talked too, girls from families with big names, small names, it didn't matter who they were, but they had never actually been close to Flann.
"There's nothing you can do," he whispered, but Flann wouldn't hear it, instead she pushed her way out of the crowd into the opposite direction, running away, refusing to look back.

I felt I would just talk about nothing particular. Just I feel like I need to talk about it but I can't talk to anyone and sometimes it just makes me feel better typing in this tiny box compared to my journal, or my blog, or what not.

Just I'm depressed. Not sure why, just I am. And because of this stupid sadness, I don't feel like doing anything, being anyone, or working on anything. I start a poem and I end up being angry. I start a story and it all goes down hill from there.

So why haven't I posted anything?

Because the things I want to write about I can't talk about. I have people telling me I have to keep my mouth shut about things. I have people telling me I'm stupid. I have people manipulating my life and wasting my money (I'll give that person away by just saying it's the school). I have people wanting me to lie for them and keep their secrets. Just everyone wants something from me.

I'm sure everyone's gone through this before. I know I'm not alone in this boat. And no, I'm not suicidal or anything so you don't have to worry about me shutting myself in a closet.

Just sometimes I look at my life and see only the one good thing. I start to panic because when even the simplest things start to fall apart I worry that that one thing I'm trying to hold on to more than anything is going to leave.

There's just things in my life I need to talk about and the only person I can actually talk to has heard all about it so many times I'm sure he's beyond the annoyed point by now. Just I'm frustrated, scared, angry (and no I'm not bipolar). I'm just in a really dark place in life and feel like someone up there is just playing one big joke on me.

So I'm sorry I haven't written anything, for those of you who've asked. I'm having a hard time pulling things together, especially when many of them are for a grade. So sorry world that you keep wanting things from me, and sorry to the people that I ask simple favors for and you accuse me of not listening to you.

It's just I'm sick of trying to fight for things on my own and if there's anything I hate more in life it's depending on people. So if you need someone to keep your wretched secrets.........I'm done. I'll still keep my mouth shut because that's what families for but just so you know, it's killing me inside. So I hope you're happy!

And as for the few people I ask favors from......I hope saying mean things makes you feel better about yourself. Sure you might not think I listen to you but if there's anything I'm good at remembering it's the hateful, mean, spitting words you say to me. I hope you sleep well tonight.

Yes, you are reading the title correctly!

I have decided that I need a new hobby so I thought that I would try improving my writing by starting a blog. They say the best way to improve your writing is to write every day, what better way to do that than through writing a blog.

On my blog, Bee's In A Broom Cupboard, I will be posting reviews on movies, books, video games, and a separate blog on makeup products and such.

Why am I telling you this?

Well because I've recently decided that I want to open another tab with random reviews, one of them being deviantART features of...well YOU!!

I figured featuring people on my blog would not only get your name out there better but would make it were I don't have to renew my dA membership just for the cool journal skins.

So if you are interested in being featured, send me a link, or if you want to recommend someone awesome send me a link, or if you have a blog send me a link, or if you have anything you need to get off your chest....send me a link.

You can find my blog at the link provided -----> beesinabroomcupboard.blogspot.com or  ( beesinabroomcupboard.blogspot.… )


Peace Out!