the taste of blood

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the taste of blood

what does blood taste like...i only need one word, like sweet...would you describe bood as sweet? or salty? or a mixture of both?

a mixture of both i'd say. Why babe.

coz i have to write a short narrative...and ive nearly finished the introduction....but i just need that one word 😬

OK. Whatever floats ya boat. But thats just me. You'll have to wait to see what evryone else says.

mmm...but id prefer to get it done now....u wanna hear the story so far 😱

go on then. Oh and if your online, where's your username. It doesn't appear.

i think blood can be different for everyone else. some ppl mght think blood taste warm and sweet oh im a ****ing vamp

😆 yeah im using sweet...

well ive wirtten it on paper (coz its been half done at skool., which is why its so crap) so ill type it out so ill b a while!!!

are you indeed

sweet

gimme a sec, let me get knife,

**still talking while knife in head**

hmmm salty, i need some sprite

😆

it isnt sweet like cider, but its not too sweet that I wouldnt eat alot of it.

When I usually start bleeding from my arm (usually as a result of me trying to run home whilst drunk), I suck the blood out for a good while and it doesnt bother me.

nice

thts so good to know discos

just what i thought

ok here it is 😮 like i said it's crap coz most of it was done at school 😬 and also its just the introduction yet.

Angela slammed the door shut and screamed. Crying, she kneeled on the ground and covered her bruised face with her hands. As she lay there on the ground, gasping for breath, the memories of the past five torturous minutes came flooding back to her. The cold, hard fist that belonged to her father making contact with her face; the touch of his fingers around her delicate neck; his harsh words echoing inside her mind; and the fear of what he’d do next. Immediately, Angela stopped crying, and brushed the hair out of her face with her hands, and stood up. Silently proceeding to the mirror, she gasped and let out a few more tears. The gorgeous teenager that usually stood before her was gone, and the beaten and bruised one had returned.
Her usual bright green eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were dripping with a mixed liquid of tears and mascara. The long, silky brown hair was messy and knotted, and bits of it were sticking up on end.
Licking her swollen lips, Anne could taste the sweetness of her own blood from where her father’s anger had made contact with her olive skin. Not bothering to brush her teeth, remove her makeup, or even get dressed, Angela slumped onto her bed and immediately fell asleep.

thts gd

you could have cut yourself and found out... on second thought... cut someone else, don't ruin your skin 😱

very good misha