Red Riding Hood (840 hits)
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Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (View user info) at 2006-06-19 13:36:13 EDT
Red Riding Hood is the codename of one of the CIA's top operatives. The 'Hood' as she is referred to by her colleagues, is a mysterious figure within Langley, CIA headquarters. Hood only meets with the director of Langley, James Lupus. She's rarely seen by any other agent.
But they recognize her on those few occasions when she is present - those fleeting moments in the elevator, or hallway on the way to Lupus's office. Her hair may have changed - one week curly shoulder-length brunette; the next time it is short, straightened strawberry-blond with a fringe. Her clothes are always different. Monday June 8th she is spotted by Gary, a junior espionage agent, wearing jeans and a rocket dog T-Shirt. Tuesday July 3rd the Hood was seen in a plain navy pinstripe suit with fitted shoulders and a knee length skirt. Friday September 10th someone saw her in a sexy black dress- no back, and a silver necklace that dropped to just above her cleavage.
The Hood's giveaway attire for her colleagues (for she is a master of disguise and only wears them to headquarters), is her patent leather red high heels. It's her little come-on, yet stay away signal to the men and the woman who'd like to approach her. Red for seduction and danger. Patent for pure sex appeal and used to spy with in their highly-polished reflection. Long, slender heels with steel tips, to increase her dominance - 5 foot 11 inches in heels. 5 foot 7 inches without. Only three agents knew her true height without shoes and they don't talk much to the others. One of them got early retirement. One was transferred overseas on a long term assignment (7 years, 5 months and counting). The other has been on sick leave for over six months. No one knows what the illness is.
When Lupus called the Hood to his office on that wind-swept Fall Saturday morning, he wasn't sure how to begin the conversation. It wasn't normally difficult for him to talk at his Eyes and Ears (as he liked to call his staff). James was an imposing personality with a tall slender body and silver slicked-back hair. There was a brief two-knock on the door.
'Come in' Lupus barked.
'Chief, you wanted to see me?' asked the Hood. She was surprised to be called in on a weekend but it wasn't out of the ordinary.
'Take a seat.' He waited until she was sitting opposite him, her eyes meeting his, and glanced at her deadpan face that gave nothing away.
'I'll come straight to the point. Your grandma is dead'.
Lupus waited for a reaction from Hood but didn't get one for a few moments. She just sat very still in the chair, her physiognomy unchanged.
'How did she die?' asked Hood.
'The cause of her death is not your concern. What you do need to be aware of is that I ate her.' replied Lupus, very calmly.
Hood was the only CIA agent who knew that James Lupus was a cannibal fetishist. Her targets normally ended up on his dinner plate as the goose-free equivalent of foie gras. It didn't bother her what his eating preferences were. He was the Chief, feared and obeyed in every respect.
But this time he'd crossed the line. She hadn't seen her family for more than ten years, not since she'd joined the secret service. They thought she worked in Warsaw as head of translation at the American embassy. To keep up the facade she'd had to learn Polish, one of the most complicated of all European languages to become fluent in.
But she'd done it: for the CIA, for Langley, for Lupus. Sacrificed her family to serve him. And now she'd been betrayed.
Under the Hood's skirt, tucked around her sheer black stockings in a leather strap, was a three inch blade nicknamed the Woodcutter. It reminded her of her first penknife, a tenth birthday present from her daddy, which she used to cut her name into the apple tree in her parents backyard.
Hood got up to leave. Lupus didn't move. He was worried that she hadn't said a word, since telling her he'd eaten her grandmother. But she broke the silence;
'I understand James. It's what you do'.
Hood didn't look angry or upset. Lupus started to relax.
'But this is what I do,' and she plunged the Woodcutter into his neck, severing his vocal cords.
Blood gushed out of his throat onto the floor and her shoes. Lupus had approximately three minutes until death, due to blood loss and asphyxiation, Hood knew his body would never be found in time. He'd asked not to be disturbed during his meeting with and his secretary had cleared his diary until lunchtime.
However, the Hood would be lucky to make it out of Langley alive, as the Eyes and Ears were everywhere and even if they couldn't save James in time, they sure as hell would be able to track and eliminate her whilst she was in the building.
But all agent Steve from Documents can remember, the only person to recognize Hood that day on Saturday October 20th, was just how deep dark red, her high heels were.
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-10-20 05:35:17 EDT (#)
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moron
Submitted by LSD420 (user info) at 2006-06-30 10:32:13 EDT (#)
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fucking kyke
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2006-06-30 05:00:24 EDT (#)
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"Red Riding Hood is the codename of one of the CIA's top operatives."
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is not.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-06-30 04:49:21 EDT (#)
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did I hurt your feelings at some point?
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-06-29 13:45:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2006-06-29 10:31:34 (#)
Ranking: -1
Hah hah, you got slammed!
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For some reason this made me laugh.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-06-27 09:05:24 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by mles76 (user info) at 2006-06-20 12:26:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting. Fucking wolf.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-06-20 09:43:19 EDT (#)
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cute
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-20 06:50:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I enjoyed this.Even though it was fucking obvious it was still fucking good. Which is annoying......bitch
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-06-20 05:46:53 EDT (#)
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Ah content, delicious delicious content, well not that delicious...actually it was really boring.
Its a fair concept but I don't think the office/spy setting works at all, the cannibal isn't beleivable and the explanation of a knife being called woodcutter sounds pretty desperate.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2006-06-19 20:22:49 EDT (#)
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my suggestion can still be done in a brief manner. indeed, it can actually be done in a far quicker ay that what youve done here. i read an interestig example that used the great gatsby as its object. this person took a small section of the great gatsby and flat out described what people thought about him, and what was going on. then it showed how fitzgerald did it, and he did it through a short piece of dialogue. the same information was conveyed, but one way let the reader do it for themselves in an interesting and imaginative way. im not saying the story is bad, im saying there are ways to tell it so it is enhanced through the mere structure of how you are telling it.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-19 18:31:18 EDT (#)
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but I just realized that I have those shoes in teal, so have a +0.
Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2006-06-19 18:27:17 EDT (#)
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So good of you to reflect that in your rating johnnyx. Thanks for the -2, it's obvious my story deserved it.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-19 18:13:37 EDT (#)
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Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2006-06-19 17:57:18 (#)
Ranking: -2
If I wanted to see women semi naked I'd surf the net. What is the point of you posting it? At least Mickginny's red on the head was original and had a good theme (and I did a parody of it at the time). But what do you think people gain from your pictures? Did you take the photo? If you've just ripped them off the net I think it's a waste of everybody's time.
Glad you liked my poetry though.
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I know you've been gone for a long while, but the answer to your question does lie within my posts. It's much too convoluted to explain, so you'll have to research it yourself, or take my word for it.
Oh, and I like your prose much better.
Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2006-06-19 15:30:17 EDT (#)
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By the way, my favourite version of Red Riding Hood is a poem (shock, horror!) by the fab Roald Dahl. Enjoy:
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, "May I come in?"
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
"He's going to eat me up!" she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, "That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!"
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
"I've got to have a second helping!"
Then added with a frightful leer,
"I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood."
He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that,
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
"What great big ears you have, Grandma."
"All the better to hear you with,"
the Wolf replied.
"What great big eyes you have, Grandma."
said Little Red Riding Hood.
"All the better to see you with,"
the Wolf replied.
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma,
She's going to taste like caviar.
Then Little Red Riding Hood said, "
But Grandma, what a lovely great big
furry coat you have on."
"That's wrong!" cried Wolf.
"Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway."
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head,
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, "Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat."
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-06-19 14:57:12 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2006-06-19 14:51:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2006-06-19 14:15:52 (#)
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take another page or two and show us what and who red riding hood is, rather than jsut flat out telling us. it reads like a dossier.
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The brevity was because I was attempting to write this within a specific word count. I exceeded the word count, so I failed the objective miserably, but didn't want to make it much longer.
Since she is a spy, if it reads like a dossier then that is actually quite appropriate (as spies would read them all the time about their targets. I assume), so I don't mind! But thanks for your feedback, I appreciate it.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-06-19 14:46:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-19 13:56:03 (#)
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nice way to make the characters fit in this. especially woodcutter.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2006-06-19 14:15:52 EDT (#)
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take another page or two and show us what and who red riding hood is, rather than jsut flat out telling us. it reads like a dossier.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-19 13:56:03 EDT (#)
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i love fairy tale retakes. nice way to make the characters fit in this. especially woodcutter.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2006-06-19 13:45:07 EDT (#)
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huh...