Where am I? What happen to me? Who are you? What have tu done to my sister and brother? These were the first preguntas that popped into my mind when I came to. The Boy who looked to be about 18 looked at me and smiled.
He took my hand, "all shall be answered in time." Is what he said, he sound older than I had thought him to be. He lead me to a room told me to sit and then close my eyes. I did as I was told, "You still haven't told me where I am, and where my sister and brother is, what happen to me, and WHO tu ARE? I dicho in a tone that sound way to irritated.
He nodded, "I am Mark Lane." That's the only answer he gave me. "Please close your eyes" I nodded "If it'll help" I said. I closed my eyes and he touched my forehead. A sharp pain hit me hard like a rock, I could fill myself slipping under, there was nothing I wanted más the for him to stop touching me.
Then it was over, I was alone Mark was gone and, I wasn't in the room anymore. "Where am I" I shouted to the sky hope Mark would here me but there was no answer, I looked around unsure of what to do. Then I started to walk, no use staying in one place. I thought to my self, Where was I.
I stared to walk then run, I don't know why but I just knew I had to get out of that place and fast. I stumbled and fell, when I got up I was in a completely different place, "Where am I now?" I dicho out loud. My voice seemed to travel. "Welcome to town are tu new here?" I heard that voice before, the soft tone, the deep strong voice, and it still sound's friendly.
I turned around Ian? I thought, but how it can't be Ian died last a few months after I mover to town he had cancer. It couldn't be Ian, Could it? I felt my self nodded, He smiled "well good thing tu ran into me, I been in this town my whole life."
I smiled, remembering the first día we met. "My name's Lynn." I dicho unable to think of anything better, "I'm Ian" we shook hands. The town looked different in fact, I don't even think this is the right town, but Ian's here. "So Lynn what brings tu here."
I Looked at Ian, where is here I thought, he smiled at me. "You look cold, do tu want my Jacket?" I held up my hand, "Im okay, I wouldn't want tu to freeze." He shrugged, "Naw I'm use to this weather." "ahh" I screamed, Ian looked at me. Then I past out, color's swirled all around me then I was back in the room with Mark.
He looked at me apologetically, "sorry I didn't me to do that." what did he do? How'd he do it? "Let's try it aging shall we?" He was about to send me back. "wait, what am I suppose to do, is there suppose to be some life lesson, am I suppose to save My family from that fire?" It was all coming back to me, my family the fire, me being the only survive.
Mark nodded, "I can't tell tu that, it would be against the rules." I looked at him, "what can tu tell me Mark?" "I'm sorry Lynn I-" I looked at him how did he know my name I didn't tell him. "Who are you?" I looked him in his eyes, and something clicked, I knew Mark, I had to. "Mark" I dicho in a much softer tone. "Do I know you?"
He bit his lip the nodded, almost like he wasn't supposed to tell me, "How do I know you?" His eyes watered "I-I can't tell tu that" I looked at, "What can tu tell me then?" His blue eyes seemed to swim, "I can tell tu very little. tu must find out on your own tu must remembered." I nodded, "I'm ready"
I closed my eyes, this time it didn't hurt, when I opened my eyes, Ian was looking down at me. "Are tu okay?" He helped me up, "I'm okay just a little tired, that's all." Ian nodded, "were do tu live?" I felt my face get hot, I looked away from Ian.
"Where's your family?" I felt the tears burn in my eyes. "Lynn, what happened to your family?" I fanily broke down and cried. "There dead, and I ran a way from my old life." Ian looked at me, "How old are you?" I looked away knowing that, he probably wouldn't like my answer, He answer for me "You look about 16 am I right?" I nodded, "Man!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "what are tu doing walking the streets alone? Don't tu know how dangerous that is?" He was yelling at me,me! I know for a fact, that he wasn't much older than me. realty slammed into me, the first time I was here I never asked Ian how old he was, I just assumed that he was a couple years older then me.
"Ian, how old are you?"
He looked at me "I'm about to be 19, how old do I look." He's lying a voice that sound like mark Told me. How do tu know I countered no answer. Mark I dicho but not aloud. Something was wrong, this was different the Ian I knew would never lie to me.
"Where are tu going to stay?" he asked me, I shrugged. "I guess i didn't think things-" He cut me off, "Hey tu never answered my question, How old do I look?" I smiled, knowing I could trust him, sort of. "You look 17" what was I doing none of this happened before, This really was different. what was I suppose to remember if everything was different?
Mark I dicho quietly if tu are listing, I need help, please. There was no answer, I was starting to think that this whole thing is a dream and that I died in the fire, but why would I dream up Mark? What am I to do.
Ian took hold of my hand, and everything went nube in my mind. I jerked back, "What's wrong? don't tu trust me?" He gave me a small smile, that I couldn't resit, no matter how hard I try. I was starting to think that there's más to Ian that meets the eye.
He took my hand, "all shall be answered in time." Is what he said, he sound older than I had thought him to be. He lead me to a room told me to sit and then close my eyes. I did as I was told, "You still haven't told me where I am, and where my sister and brother is, what happen to me, and WHO tu ARE? I dicho in a tone that sound way to irritated.
He nodded, "I am Mark Lane." That's the only answer he gave me. "Please close your eyes" I nodded "If it'll help" I said. I closed my eyes and he touched my forehead. A sharp pain hit me hard like a rock, I could fill myself slipping under, there was nothing I wanted más the for him to stop touching me.
Then it was over, I was alone Mark was gone and, I wasn't in the room anymore. "Where am I" I shouted to the sky hope Mark would here me but there was no answer, I looked around unsure of what to do. Then I started to walk, no use staying in one place. I thought to my self, Where was I.
I stared to walk then run, I don't know why but I just knew I had to get out of that place and fast. I stumbled and fell, when I got up I was in a completely different place, "Where am I now?" I dicho out loud. My voice seemed to travel. "Welcome to town are tu new here?" I heard that voice before, the soft tone, the deep strong voice, and it still sound's friendly.
I turned around Ian? I thought, but how it can't be Ian died last a few months after I mover to town he had cancer. It couldn't be Ian, Could it? I felt my self nodded, He smiled "well good thing tu ran into me, I been in this town my whole life."
I smiled, remembering the first día we met. "My name's Lynn." I dicho unable to think of anything better, "I'm Ian" we shook hands. The town looked different in fact, I don't even think this is the right town, but Ian's here. "So Lynn what brings tu here."
I Looked at Ian, where is here I thought, he smiled at me. "You look cold, do tu want my Jacket?" I held up my hand, "Im okay, I wouldn't want tu to freeze." He shrugged, "Naw I'm use to this weather." "ahh" I screamed, Ian looked at me. Then I past out, color's swirled all around me then I was back in the room with Mark.
He looked at me apologetically, "sorry I didn't me to do that." what did he do? How'd he do it? "Let's try it aging shall we?" He was about to send me back. "wait, what am I suppose to do, is there suppose to be some life lesson, am I suppose to save My family from that fire?" It was all coming back to me, my family the fire, me being the only survive.
Mark nodded, "I can't tell tu that, it would be against the rules." I looked at him, "what can tu tell me Mark?" "I'm sorry Lynn I-" I looked at him how did he know my name I didn't tell him. "Who are you?" I looked him in his eyes, and something clicked, I knew Mark, I had to. "Mark" I dicho in a much softer tone. "Do I know you?"
He bit his lip the nodded, almost like he wasn't supposed to tell me, "How do I know you?" His eyes watered "I-I can't tell tu that" I looked at, "What can tu tell me then?" His blue eyes seemed to swim, "I can tell tu very little. tu must find out on your own tu must remembered." I nodded, "I'm ready"
I closed my eyes, this time it didn't hurt, when I opened my eyes, Ian was looking down at me. "Are tu okay?" He helped me up, "I'm okay just a little tired, that's all." Ian nodded, "were do tu live?" I felt my face get hot, I looked away from Ian.
"Where's your family?" I felt the tears burn in my eyes. "Lynn, what happened to your family?" I fanily broke down and cried. "There dead, and I ran a way from my old life." Ian looked at me, "How old are you?" I looked away knowing that, he probably wouldn't like my answer, He answer for me "You look about 16 am I right?" I nodded, "Man!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "what are tu doing walking the streets alone? Don't tu know how dangerous that is?" He was yelling at me,me! I know for a fact, that he wasn't much older than me. realty slammed into me, the first time I was here I never asked Ian how old he was, I just assumed that he was a couple years older then me.
"Ian, how old are you?"
He looked at me "I'm about to be 19, how old do I look." He's lying a voice that sound like mark Told me. How do tu know I countered no answer. Mark I dicho but not aloud. Something was wrong, this was different the Ian I knew would never lie to me.
"Where are tu going to stay?" he asked me, I shrugged. "I guess i didn't think things-" He cut me off, "Hey tu never answered my question, How old do I look?" I smiled, knowing I could trust him, sort of. "You look 17" what was I doing none of this happened before, This really was different. what was I suppose to remember if everything was different?
Mark I dicho quietly if tu are listing, I need help, please. There was no answer, I was starting to think that this whole thing is a dream and that I died in the fire, but why would I dream up Mark? What am I to do.
Ian took hold of my hand, and everything went nube in my mind. I jerked back, "What's wrong? don't tu trust me?" He gave me a small smile, that I couldn't resit, no matter how hard I try. I was starting to think that there's más to Ian that meets the eye.
Hi today i will tell tu haw to become a mermaid
Side effects:
-itchy legs
-drinking lots of water
-singing allot
Method:
Get into the ducha, ducha de take your shower.
near the end say this spell:
Mermaid magic come to me
I would like a tale not two feet beuaty be upon me pescado of all kinds let me see when im finished in the sea when im dry let my feet return to me SO MOTE IT BE
When tu say it make sure your wet
Then dry up
siguiente time tu touch water close your eyes imagine tu being a mermaid and count to ten out loud then tu should fall over and open your eyes
FIND THE MAGIC TALE
WARNING
THIS MAY NOT WORK FOR tu
I DID NOT MAKE IT UP MY SELF
I GOT IT FROM youtube
BUT IF IT WORKS TELL ME ILL TYPE IN más SPELLS
THIS IS MY FIRST ONE
STAY TUNED
Side effects:
-itchy legs
-drinking lots of water
-singing allot
Method:
Get into the ducha, ducha de take your shower.
near the end say this spell:
Mermaid magic come to me
I would like a tale not two feet beuaty be upon me pescado of all kinds let me see when im finished in the sea when im dry let my feet return to me SO MOTE IT BE
When tu say it make sure your wet
Then dry up
siguiente time tu touch water close your eyes imagine tu being a mermaid and count to ten out loud then tu should fall over and open your eyes
FIND THE MAGIC TALE
WARNING
THIS MAY NOT WORK FOR tu
I DID NOT MAKE IT UP MY SELF
I GOT IT FROM youtube
BUT IF IT WORKS TELL ME ILL TYPE IN más SPELLS
THIS IS MY FIRST ONE
STAY TUNED
Another día in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer día of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the siguiente minuto I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
Just another summer día of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the siguiente minuto I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until tu hear
The ángeles sing
Thy blessing
When tu hear heaven’s
Yell tu wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was tu who committed them
And tu wil burn for sin
tu are consumed por wretched flames
And through everyones aims
tu are never hit
Nor bit
por the fuego consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
tu are consumed por wretched flames
And through everyones aims
tu are never hit
Nor bit
por the fuego consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until tu hear
The ángeles sing
Thy blessing
When tu hear heaven’s
Yell tu wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was tu who committed them
And tu wil burn for sin
tu are consumed por wretched flames
And through everyones aims
tu are never hit
Nor bit
por the fuego consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
tu are consumed por wretched flames
And through everyones aims
tu are never hit
Nor bit
por the fuego consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triángulo, triángulo de of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triángulo, triángulo de of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.