** Little Red Riding capuche, hotte is always told the same way time after time. It's time to hear this story from another characters point of view. The story of fairy tales may be completely different than what toi are told. Try thinking of everything from someone else's perspective for once, and see how much that story will change.**
"Here I am again, all alone in these stupid woods," I thought this to myself the whole walk down to the forest. Besides the loups and birds, these woods were scarcely populated, so it was quite boring here all alone. It was always the same old thing, jour after jour of chopping down trees. As I approached my newest project, a big old oak, I heard a soft humming noise. It sounded like Red, a young girl who lives with her mother at the edge of the forest. Now why on earth would she be in these woods all alone? I asked her this and she just replied that she was bringing goodies to her sick grandmother on the other side of the woods. I thought about that loup that I had seen the jour before, when I was out at night working over time. He was big and all, but it was not night time yet, so Red would be safe...right?
An heure passed before I took my break. I decided to walk in the same direction that Red had gone. It was slowly getting dark; maybe I could catch up to her and warn her about that wolf. As I approached her grandmother's house I heard screaming. The odd thing was that I could only hear one voice. It was the scream of a young girl. I knew that it was Red, but where was her grandmother? I could not hear her. Was Grandmother harming Red? What if Grandma had passed? I quickly ran over to the window to see if something had happened.
As I looked through the window I saw a giant furry figure galloping towards Red, Its teeth sharp and ready to bite. It was the wolf. I just knew it. I broke through the window with the butt of my axe, and without hesitation I used that same axe to behead the beast that was so willing to kill.
I checked Red to make sure that she was okay, and then went to the closet to retrieve Grandmother and find out how the loup got inside. Grandmother told us that she was sitting in her chair lire when a giant loup barged in through the door. Grandmother, being her kind self, simply asked the loup how she could help him. The suivant thing she knew, she was tied up and stuck in a closet. Grandma was still shaken from the experience. She explained how terrible it was, being in that closet, knowing what was happening and not being able to do a thing about it. Besides the unforgettable scars in our memories, however, everyone left that jour unharmed...Everyone except the wolf.
"Here I am again, all alone in these stupid woods," I thought this to myself the whole walk down to the forest. Besides the loups and birds, these woods were scarcely populated, so it was quite boring here all alone. It was always the same old thing, jour after jour of chopping down trees. As I approached my newest project, a big old oak, I heard a soft humming noise. It sounded like Red, a young girl who lives with her mother at the edge of the forest. Now why on earth would she be in these woods all alone? I asked her this and she just replied that she was bringing goodies to her sick grandmother on the other side of the woods. I thought about that loup that I had seen the jour before, when I was out at night working over time. He was big and all, but it was not night time yet, so Red would be safe...right?
An heure passed before I took my break. I decided to walk in the same direction that Red had gone. It was slowly getting dark; maybe I could catch up to her and warn her about that wolf. As I approached her grandmother's house I heard screaming. The odd thing was that I could only hear one voice. It was the scream of a young girl. I knew that it was Red, but where was her grandmother? I could not hear her. Was Grandmother harming Red? What if Grandma had passed? I quickly ran over to the window to see if something had happened.
As I looked through the window I saw a giant furry figure galloping towards Red, Its teeth sharp and ready to bite. It was the wolf. I just knew it. I broke through the window with the butt of my axe, and without hesitation I used that same axe to behead the beast that was so willing to kill.
I checked Red to make sure that she was okay, and then went to the closet to retrieve Grandmother and find out how the loup got inside. Grandmother told us that she was sitting in her chair lire when a giant loup barged in through the door. Grandmother, being her kind self, simply asked the loup how she could help him. The suivant thing she knew, she was tied up and stuck in a closet. Grandma was still shaken from the experience. She explained how terrible it was, being in that closet, knowing what was happening and not being able to do a thing about it. Besides the unforgettable scars in our memories, however, everyone left that jour unharmed...Everyone except the wolf.
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until toi hear
The anges sing
Thy blessing
When toi hear heaven’s
Yell toi wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was toi who committed them
And toi wil burn for sin
toi are consumed par wretched flames
And through everyones aims
toi are never hit
Nor bit
par the feu 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
toi are consumed par wretched flames
And through everyones aims
toi are never hit
Nor bit
par the feu 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 toi hear
The anges sing
Thy blessing
When toi hear heaven’s
Yell toi wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was toi who committed them
And toi wil burn for sin
toi are consumed par wretched flames
And through everyones aims
toi are never hit
Nor bit
par the feu 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
toi are consumed par wretched flames
And through everyones aims
toi are never hit
Nor bit
par the feu 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 triangle 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 triangle 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.