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Published: Jun 18, 2010

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Dedicated to French class.

So. Long.

This took me three months to write. It was originally just going to be a modern Red Riding Hood, but it turned out to be a mixture of Red Riding Hood, Beauty and the Beast, and a wee bit of a superhero origin story.

EDIT: APRIL 2011
Red is the first-place winner of the Leslie Sanders Writing Contest for Short Fiction!

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Ethan Mars' Main Theme, by Normand Corbeil
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