Literature
Goldilocks - Retold
A Retelling of
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
The wretched moon drove me there – the looming blackness of the nighttime sky, illumined only by the dull redness of the Harvest Moon. There were clouds hanging drearily above me as I strode through the thicket of the forest. The frills of pine trees brushed against my face, and languid vegetation mingled with my legs. Amidst the vast canopy of this forest and the distortion of the clouds, youthful fear of the unknown coursed through my body. I knew not where I would arrive, only that any place would be better than the dark depths from whence I came.
Inky, indigo light fell up