The Blood Tasting

The girl is very scared. How come she could not? Of course she was shedding blood, but she never did. I could not remember how she faced such a stupid situation. There is no way - the contract is binding. In addition, she needs money. She waited for him to come back. He departed in order to get a knife. It was exactly this idea that her sunburned arms started shaking up and down. She does not want to die. The contract says she will not do - if she is, her family will receive a lot of compensation - but she is still scared.

In my recent short story "Awakening", I had tasted sweetness before, but I started out with those who spit out blood no longer. Why does this person taste blood? Now, why is it sweet? Whose blood is it? These are the questions I ask readers to read to find the answer. Pure explanation - I will first describe the world of my story, but I am only doing it in the context of the story. I will describe some details of this process to let the reader know what the world is like. However, just beginning with the explanation, the reader may cease to read bored.

Imagine that taste. Please think about that. Because you already know. You know the warm blood you feel directly from the heart of the bull - it tastes like steak. It is not just steak. It is not a little meat. But I taste the most delicious, velvety steak. But the taste of steak is not blood, the taste of steak, which is its taste. I have not thought about eating burdock now. It is nice, but not as good as real exudate. By the way, my Marseille dinner is the only vegetarian steak you can eat ethically; animals are not killed. It is organic and completely sustainable. Thanks to this occasional pain-free cupping, Masai cattle cherish life for a long time

So what is the taste of today, yes, that is the taste of blood. Why do you remember this? Let's think ... I do not remember. My mouth is bleeding, otherwise I may have tasted my blood from my fingers. Yes, this is correct from my fingers. I cut my fingers once. I can see the bones. Blood flows out of the faucet. So I put my fingers in my mouth. Of course the water comes from a faucet. It is also my ashes. Where did my ash garden go? It is completely in my body. But I can not find it. Just like children are hiding from each other. Why are children hiding? It must be a game. Let's hide and have these poor children find all these things. This is not fair. I could not find them, so I saw a little girl crying. The boys tried to escape. She can not catch them