Cormac McCarthy's style

Goldilocks and the three bears

Once. Upon. A time. There was a girl. Dirty blonde hair hung from her head and hollowed out eyes sat in her skull. She was walking through the woods. A dense wood. Branches clawing at her body hungrily scrapping her skin furiously. But she had become use to the pain she couldn’t feel anymore. She had been walking for hours days who knews. Passing nothing. Nothing but trees. The silence had begun to roar in her ears not dulling for a moment. She hadn’t eaten for hours days who knew. But she was hungry. Starving. The path forever winding seemed to be going nowhere. She was going nowhere. For an unknown time this carried on. And on. At first she thought she was hallucinating dreaming. But she wasn’t. Roughly a mile ahead of her was a farmhouse. It looked deserted. She reached it. She knocked. Silence answered. She turned the knob with a chilling creek the door swung open. She walked right in.

The room was big. A table sat right in the middle it was wooden, it looked strong. There were bowls. Three. The girls stomach groaned in anticipation. Saliva coming alive in her mouth. She had forgotten what that felt like. She tasted the contents of the first. It was porridge. Too hot. She tasted the second bowl. Too cold. The third. Just right.
Tiredness hit the girl with a sharp slap. There was a door in the corner of the room. Open. She went through. It was the living room there were three chairs. She at carefully down in the first chair. Too big. And the next, too big. There was one left, the smallest. She sat prepared for another disappointment. But it was just right. She settled down. Her eyes drooping already knowing that she didn’t have to fight to keep them open anymore. There was a sudden gasp. The chair had broken into pieces. The girl sighed.

There was a staircase. Dragging herself heavy body up each step she reached the top. She opened a door. In the room there were three beds expensive looking blankets covering the. Exhaustion so very prominent she lay on the first bed. Too hard. The second to soft. Finally the third bed taking her time to reach weary witht eh fate of disappointment she lowered herself down. Just right. The blackest black took over her eyes her mind and her soul in an instant. She was asleep. Dreaming of home. Wherever that was.

As the girl slept the owners of the house returned. Three huge silhouettes trudging toward the door of their home. Open swinging in the chilling wind. The girl knew nothing. But the three figures did. They walked inside.