the taste of blood

Started by m!$hA5 pages

i know, like those guys would so totally hate that 😱

yerssot she cant just go around asking ppl if they made if she cut them. Can she?

@ glenn & jetix - 😬 thanx but i no it aint!

@ jetix - 😱 of course i can! guys would def do it for me!

it is. but maybe you ought to end it. Without bothering to get her self ready for bed she slumped her self on her bed

I would

it is. It's a work of fantastic writing

Originally posted by Túrelie
it is. but maybe you ought to end it. Without bothering to get her self ready for bed she slumped her self on her bed

its good...but im not really digging the double bed 😬

whats wrong with a double bed

no i meant how shes got bed twice in the one sentence!

blood tastes iron-y

well what does iron taste like?

blood has a metalic taste.

hm.........i might put that in!

yeah what i said 😛

You said iron-y which was too specific, i said metalic, because sometimes it tastes copperish.

😎 pray

How Tex like!! 😂

blushing oh you little chocolate eclaire you

Originally posted by m!$hA
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.

am scared dude cry

Originally posted by lil bitchiness
blood has a metalic taste.

exactly what I'd say

warm and sweet? 🤨

since when did blood start tasting like honey? You wannabe vampires have taken this nonsense tooo far.

Originally posted by hobbit_dude
am scared dude cry

why? 😕 its just a story sweety!