Carried away

Yesterday, I forgot to do the reading for my course, which was okay because we didn't look at that passage anyway. Instead, my very awesome tutor decided to get us in small groups to re-write the opening to Little Red Riding Hood. We were looking at genre and how it can change aspects of text, and had to make Little Red Riding Hood into a romance, a detective story and a Gothic story.

Needless to say, I was in my element.

The other two people in my group seemed to have a fear of writing so it was left to me. Using their input, I was able to come up with something in less than ten minutes for each genre and though it wasn't my best work, I don't think it was too shabby. The others in my group seemed to like it at any rate.

The first one I did was the Gothic version. It was only two lines and included the heavily clichéd phrase "ominously dark", which another group used for their Gothic take on Little Red Riding Hood. So obviously I realised how very unoriginal it was of me. The detective story was second, and this was actually pretty decent, considering I've never written a detective story or indeed, read much of them in my time. I had to read it out and the general feedback was "I'd read that!" which is always encouraging.

The final one we wrote was the romance. I say "we" but this is probably where I got a bit carried away. One person in my group told me to make it a bit of a saucy romance novel so we had Little Red a young woman, having just got out the bath and standing at her bedroom window in a towel, spying on the shirtless axe cutter. I didn't just write an introduction. I wrote a huge paragraph.

I'm not sure if I got carried away, or if I was simply showing off...