I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I oso, oso de a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! tu know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look is the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! tu know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look is the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If tu don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
tu and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like tu a lot
and tu felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
tu think you're mr. I'm so cool
but tu used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people tu love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made tu feel much better.
But the fight we had,
tu dicho was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell tu gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
tu and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like tu a lot
and tu felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
tu think you're mr. I'm so cool
but tu used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people tu love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made tu feel much better.
But the fight we had,
tu dicho was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell tu gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U amor the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I amor baths
6. I watch día little mermaid everyday. But the pregunta is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will tu take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even por taking one step forward,
por placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
tu will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will tu take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even por taking one step forward,
por placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
tu will realize the cage has already been broken.
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.
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone
Her corazón was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air
.......But I knew she had an aimless life
Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,
nobody is useless.
As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.
In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.