I have a thirty minute break before I have to go back to work. Since the drafts of my other books are on my laptop, I think I'll use this time to work on improving my writing instead.

R3aD5r gave me an idea. I'm going to try and make a little story with alliteration.

Leaning lazily against the warm, warty wood of the towering tree, ravishing Red Riding Hood stood slumped, watching soft scurrying squirrels gathering nice natural nuts for the worrisome white winter.

She sighed softly, wistfully wishing she could stay here forever to watch them, but she had to move quickly from the dark, dense and dangerous forest if she were to reach her gentle granny's gnarly little cottage before nightfall.

Her soft, silky slipper laden steps falling on the dull, dusty dirt path quickened as she heard a rapid rumbling rustle from a burly bush nearby. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest as she looked around for the sudden sound's source.

A few towering trees away, she saw a satanic shadow advancing abruptly towards her. She froze from fear, holding her sanguine shroud as a shield from the creature.

Out from the shadows stepped a devastatingly desirable devilish man with a sly, salacious stare. He trudged torridly towards her, balefully blocking her path.

"Where are you hurriedly headed, dear dainty damsel?" he asked.

Her quaint quiescent quivering lips opened to say the words. "I'm going to my gentle granny's gnarly cottage, just beyond the woods."

"Then hurriedly head home," said the mesmerizing margaric man, "The feral ferny forest is not a safe place on a nebulous night with a full moon."

Before she could rapidly respond, the ravishing wraith disappeared disturbingly beneath the shortening shadows. The solemn safety of the sun was setting and she regretfully realized she was closer to her genteel giggly granny's place than her own harmless home and immediately increased her padded pace.

As she near the quaint colorful cottage, she found that the dinky door was awfully ajar. She prudently
peeked inside the homely hearth to see her genial gentle granny's baggy body bending bizzarely near the fervid fireplace, the mellow moonlight washing over her.

She stared in harrowing horror as her goodly graceful granny maliciously metamorphosed into a livid lupine living thing. An icy involuntary noise erupted erroneously from her trembling throat as she gravely gaped at the gruesome sight, attracting it's abhorrent attention towards her.

She took a sparing step backwards as it preditorily pounced, pinning her to the grassy ground. Just as its shiny slimy sharp teeth were about to bite her frail, feeble neck, a sudden spout of sanguineous fluid ran from its murderous mouth on her chest and it dropped defunct, dead on her fragile frame.

The slain savage remains of her grotesque granny were shoved shoddily off her body by the enrapturing entity who had warily warned her in the forest. With a vain venture to ruefully regain her calm composure, she got up to thank her handsome hero but nimbly noticed his lovely lascivious lips widening into a stunning smile as his formidable fangs lengthened.

"I saved you from her," he said sensuously, swiftly striding towards her, "but who is going to save you from me?"

This was much harder than I thought it would be!