LEADER OF THE REDSKINS RETURNS
Having written a commissioned fanfic on "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry. I wrote with great respect for the author, whom I discovered in my teenage years. My story is more of a continuation of "Red Chief" rather than a typical fanfic. Check out the beginning of the story (300 words):
"Oh, if only everything turned out as simple and easy as we thought!
So, we ran away from old Dorset, causing quite a commotion behind us.
We ran alongside Bill for a long time. And when we decided to take a break, we fell asleep without even realizing it, not far from the road, exhausted from all the running and adventures. I couldn't sleep, my dreams were restless, so I woke up before sunrise.
A gift was waiting for me. In the dawn mist, our old friend stared at us from a distance. Red Chief. He stood a few yards away, glaring at us.
"Awake, you scoundrels?... You betrayed and deceived me! I won't forgive you for this!"
"What? How?..." Bill exclaimed, jumping up from his spot. His eyes widened in fear, thinking it was a dream. But when he realized it wasn't, he clutched his chest and froze, staring hatefully at the boy. It was hard to look at Bill. I probably didn't look any better.
I sighed heavily. This wasn't a dream. It was all happening for real.
"My father managed to hold me for ten minutes, but he didn't have the strength for more," the boy boasted. "His strength is fading, while I grow older and stronger every day."
"What do you want?" I groaned. Seeing this cheeky, insolent brat once again, I regretted a thousand times that Bill and I had come up with the idea to sneak into that treacherous town and steal a child from there. We chose the wrong house, the wrong house!
"You owe me a rifle," the boy stated calmly. "And a pair of moccasins. And a bear hunt."
"I'll give you a hunt!" Bill snapped. "I'll give you a rifle and moccasins!"
He jumped to his feet, but clearly still groggy from sleep, stumbled quite badly. Bill hadn't run a couple of yards before tripping and face-planting into the ground. After cursing, he tried to get up, while I attempted to catch the boy. However, the former Red Chief was no slouch either. He ran to a safe distance and threatened us from there..."
The story is almost 1,500 words long. Working on it brought me immense aesthetic and creative satisfaction. And a little bit of money:)
#creative #goaloriented #fairytales/stories #selfdisciplined #editing
"Oh, if only everything turned out as simple and easy as we thought!
So, we ran away from old Dorset, causing quite a commotion behind us.
We ran alongside Bill for a long time. And when we decided to take a break, we fell asleep without even realizing it, not far from the road, exhausted from all the running and adventures. I couldn't sleep, my dreams were restless, so I woke up before sunrise.
A gift was waiting for me. In the dawn mist, our old friend stared at us from a distance. Red Chief. He stood a few yards away, glaring at us.
"Awake, you scoundrels?... You betrayed and deceived me! I won't forgive you for this!"
"What? How?..." Bill exclaimed, jumping up from his spot. His eyes widened in fear, thinking it was a dream. But when he realized it wasn't, he clutched his chest and froze, staring hatefully at the boy. It was hard to look at Bill. I probably didn't look any better.
I sighed heavily. This wasn't a dream. It was all happening for real.
"My father managed to hold me for ten minutes, but he didn't have the strength for more," the boy boasted. "His strength is fading, while I grow older and stronger every day."
"What do you want?" I groaned. Seeing this cheeky, insolent brat once again, I regretted a thousand times that Bill and I had come up with the idea to sneak into that treacherous town and steal a child from there. We chose the wrong house, the wrong house!
"You owe me a rifle," the boy stated calmly. "And a pair of moccasins. And a bear hunt."
"I'll give you a hunt!" Bill snapped. "I'll give you a rifle and moccasins!"
He jumped to his feet, but clearly still groggy from sleep, stumbled quite badly. Bill hadn't run a couple of yards before tripping and face-planting into the ground. After cursing, he tried to get up, while I attempted to catch the boy. However, the former Red Chief was no slouch either. He ran to a safe distance and threatened us from there..."
The story is almost 1,500 words long. Working on it brought me immense aesthetic and creative satisfaction. And a little bit of money:)
#creative #goaloriented #fairytales/stories #selfdisciplined #editing
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