A cute little children's story!
If anyone wants to illustrate this, I'd be happy to pair up.
This is Cecelia.
[Picture of a little girl, cartoon style, against a green and happy background]
This is Cecelia's friend Aldo.
[Picture of a large black dog]
Aldo is Cecelia's favorite dog because he can do tricks. He can play fetch.
[Cecelia, against the happy green background with a big yellow sun, throwing a reasonable size stick stage right]
But sometimes he fetches the wrong thing.
[Aldo returning from stage right with a fence post]
He can do tricks.
[Cecelia on a ladder, with a bone held out before her]
Though sometimes they don't work out so well.
[Ladder overturned, Aldo atop it, Cecelia underneath. Aldo is licking her face and she's smiling, unhurt]
One day, Cecelia and Aldo went with their parents on vacation.
[Cecelia and Aldo in the back of a station wagon, on a cartoon highway]
To the desert.
[The page is white. The car is tiny against the white. Faint wavy lines indicate dunes.]
At first it was fun. They hiked.
[The page is white. Four figures, the parents holding hands. Smiles!]
And always drank plenty of water, to be safe.
[Cecelia with a canteen, smiling. Aldo happy and pink-tongued alongside her.]
But then Cecelia's parents got sleepy from the heat, and fell down.
[The two parents laying still facing up, Xes for eyes]
At first Cecelia was worried.
[Cecelia looking worried]
But they were just sleeping. And the desert was very big and exciting. And Cecelia felt great! So she and
Aldo went on for just a little longer.
[Picture of the two of them, tiny against the white, with faint wavy lines indicating dunes]
They found lots of new friends to play with. Like snakes.
[Picture of a smiling snake in a blue baby bonnet]
[Picture of a smiling scorpion in a pink dress]
And a hermit!
[Picture of a smiling hermit, dirty and ragged but happy]
The hermit was not so nice to play with.
[Picture of a shiny silver knife]
Aldo tried very hard to be a good friend to Cecelia.
[Aldo, teeth bared, leaping at the hermit]
But he died.
[Aldo, cut a hundred times, blood black against the white, Xes for eyes.]
The hermit brought Cecelia back to his cave.
[A cave full of bones, all child sized.]
He cut her head off.
[Cecelia's face, horrorstruck, Xes for eyes]
And turned her into a very nice soup.
[Huge soup kettle on a fire. An enormous carrot juts out of one end. A thigh bone juts out of the other].
This one was for a reddit /r/writingprompts prompt that asked for "an adorable children's story, that halfway through turns into its own gritty reboot"