Rewrite a fairy tale from the bad guy’s point of view.
I struggled with this one a bit. I’m actually quite good at making a sympathetic bad guy, but writing a sympathetic bad guy and still telling the same story is a little trickier. Then I happened across a particularly vitriolic post by someone on Facebook and… it inspired this:
The Big Bad Wolf woke to a crash of thunder. He crept out of his secure and cozy cave and looked up. The sky had turned an ominous yellowish green color.
“This will be a bad one,” he said.
He wanted nothing more than to return to his den and curl up for a nap, but he worried about the three little pigs. They had been friends as children, but their tendency to post ugly political rhetoric had recently put a wedge in their friendship. Still, he thought, it would be best to check on them.
“I’ll be back soon, my love!” he called to his mate. “Keep the pups inside”
He trotted out of the woods as the wind began to pick up, ruffling his black fur and making him long even more for his den.
The wolf found the youngest of the three pigs in a shoddily constructed house of straw. It was a disaster waiting to happen, in fact, the wind was already stripping the outer layers of straw away.
Trotting urgently to the front door, the wolf knocked and called out, “Little pig, little pig! Let me in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin you socialist sympathizer!” answered his one time friend.
“Piggy! The storm! Come shelter in my den?”
“Where I’ll have to listen to your mindless prattle about ‘for-the-good-of-the-pack’? Begone with you!”
At that moment, the wind gusted fiercely and the last of the straw blew away.
“You blew my house down! I thought you preached tolerance! Is this how you ‘accept’ those who don’t agree with you?” And with an angry squeal, the pig ran away into the storm.
Frustrated and more than a little hurt, the wolf ran to the next piggy’s house. The small log cabin was more sturdily constructed than the straw house, but the wolf could see a funnel cloud forming. The cabin wouldn’t survive.
“Little pig! Little Pig! Let me in!”
“Hah! I should have known you’d show up! Here I am with this nice cabin and now that a storm’s coming, you want to profit off my hard work. Well, I won’t have your nanny-state propaganda in my house, you hear me? Take some personal responsibility for your poor choices in life!”
The wolf blinked in surprise, but knocked again, “There’s a tornado, little piggy, come to my den for shelter.”
“Typical. Twisting everything around to suit your viewpoint. Well, I get my news from a real news source!”
The wolf glanced back and saw the tornado on the ground and coming their way. With one glance of regret, he ran away, glancing back in time to see the tornado rip the cabin to shreds.
He really should have headed back to his den and his mate and his cubs, but directly ahead he saw the third pig’s house, a looming monstrosity of brick and mortar. Directly in the tornado’s path. Probably the pig and his family would be safe, except that they had made a mistake and opened all the windows on the home.
With a fearful glance at the tornado, he raced to the brick house and pounded at the door. “Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!”
A sneering, sarcastic voice answered him. “Oh, look who it is. Come to take advantage of the storm to loot, have you? What’s wrong with you people?”
“A tornado is coming and your windows are open. Come with me, you can shelter in my den with my family!”
“With your little horde of unwashed thugs-in-training? Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Piggy, we used to be friends! Come with me, please.”
“Yeah, well, that was before you became brainwashed by the MSM and their main agenda to steer the coverage of stories to their benefit and to sucker in the lo-info voter. Get lost, you animal!”
Full of sorry, regret, and more than a little justifiable anger, the wolf turned away from his old friend and ran for his den in the forest. The tornado smashed into the brick house, took off the roof, and flung debris in through every open window. It also carried off the piggy’s Hummer.
The wolf and his family sheltered the storm in the warmth of their cave and lived happily ever after.