Jonas and Gabriel laughed as the ride ended. He could still hear something that he had never heard before. Perhaps it is what Giver called misuc, he though. Gabriel, who was smiling and chuckling with delight, was now quiet tilted his head in one direction as if he heard something. Then he yelled out, "Bird!"
Jonas, thinking that he meant that there was a plane near by, quickly picked up Gabriel and seeing that there was no where to hide, layed flat on the snow holding Gabriel tightly. He heard a cry, and looked up to see a white bird flying to the south. Instantly he remembered a time when one of Lily's friends, a four, asked why birds didn't migrate. At first no one understood what she ment, but when she had asked that to a teacher, he gasped and dropped a glass that was filled wiht water. After apoligizing and cleaning up the mess, he immediatly sent the little girl to the Chief Elder, who had recived a lesson about how that word diodn't exist and that she should never say that word ever again.
Jonas thought about how Lily reacted to that small scene. She was at first mad that her firend didn't use the proper language. The entire family had comforted her until she had felt better.
"Lily," whispered Jonas. Gavriel had babled out something, but Jonas could not understand. "I miss her, Gabriel. I miss Lily. But she can't miss me because she can't feel anything, nobody can, except for the Giver." Then an idea came to his head.
"Gabriel," he said, picking up the child, "Maybe they can. I mean, when i left, most of the memories i had have dissapered, probably into the hearts of the people back in the community! Yes! Perhaps they feel something; real happiness, love, anger, sadness and many more. Perhaps Lily is missing me right at this momemnt!"
"Oh, yes she is," a dit a voice.
Jonas turned around in delight as he stared at him. Even though it had been weeks since he had seen him, he could still remember the same, old but friendly face, the roughness but joy in his voice. Yes it was.
It was the Giver.
"Giver, you're here!" Jonas yelled in true delight.
Giver smiled. Yeas, Jonas it is me. Somehow i have the strenght of a young one. Somehow i had a feling that toi were here, so i followed my sences. I wasn't sure about this until i saw your father's bicylce. Jonas, you've brought little Gabriel along with this dangerous journey. How could you?"
"My father was going to releae him. He's so young, Giver. I couldn't let him die."
Giver nodded. "Of course, now i understand. l’amour has overwhlemed you."
Jonas giggled. "How is everyone back in the community?"
"Fine. ou at least they have been. When toi left, the entire community was in shambles. Everyone couldn't handle the pain. I'm sorry to say this Jonas, but some people weren't strong enough to handle the pain. Jonas, a few days after toi had left, Lily was out of control. She was one of the ones that had some of the strong feelings. I tried my hardest to confront her, but she was hard to reach. I'm very sorry, Jonas, but she killed herself a week after toi left."
Jonas stood still. Had his ears betrayed him? No. The words were ringing inside his head.
"No. It can't be!"
The Giver nodded his head sadly. Yeas JOnas, she did. She siad that she would do anything for you. Even killing herself to save your life."
"She knew?"
"Somehow she had the feeling that toi were alive. She had told me that when she visited me. She a dit that toi were missing, and that toi were suffering."
Jonas fought to hold back his tears.
"A few hours before she killed herself, she a dit that all she wanted was for toi to be safe. I didn't expect for her to kill herself. After her death i began to feel stronger, younger, plus powerful. After comforting all of the poeple, i told them that i would have to leave for a long time to check up on soemthing. No one knew about what i was doing."
Jonas manahed a smile. "How are the opthers? Asher, Fiona, Mother and Father?"
He laughed. "Look at that. There's a cabin. It looks empty. Let's go inside and get comfortable. Then I'll tell toi about the others."
Giver, Jonas, and with Gabriel in his hands, they walked to the cabin.
Jonas, thinking that he meant that there was a plane near by, quickly picked up Gabriel and seeing that there was no where to hide, layed flat on the snow holding Gabriel tightly. He heard a cry, and looked up to see a white bird flying to the south. Instantly he remembered a time when one of Lily's friends, a four, asked why birds didn't migrate. At first no one understood what she ment, but when she had asked that to a teacher, he gasped and dropped a glass that was filled wiht water. After apoligizing and cleaning up the mess, he immediatly sent the little girl to the Chief Elder, who had recived a lesson about how that word diodn't exist and that she should never say that word ever again.
Jonas thought about how Lily reacted to that small scene. She was at first mad that her firend didn't use the proper language. The entire family had comforted her until she had felt better.
"Lily," whispered Jonas. Gavriel had babled out something, but Jonas could not understand. "I miss her, Gabriel. I miss Lily. But she can't miss me because she can't feel anything, nobody can, except for the Giver." Then an idea came to his head.
"Gabriel," he said, picking up the child, "Maybe they can. I mean, when i left, most of the memories i had have dissapered, probably into the hearts of the people back in the community! Yes! Perhaps they feel something; real happiness, love, anger, sadness and many more. Perhaps Lily is missing me right at this momemnt!"
"Oh, yes she is," a dit a voice.
Jonas turned around in delight as he stared at him. Even though it had been weeks since he had seen him, he could still remember the same, old but friendly face, the roughness but joy in his voice. Yes it was.
It was the Giver.
"Giver, you're here!" Jonas yelled in true delight.
Giver smiled. Yeas, Jonas it is me. Somehow i have the strenght of a young one. Somehow i had a feling that toi were here, so i followed my sences. I wasn't sure about this until i saw your father's bicylce. Jonas, you've brought little Gabriel along with this dangerous journey. How could you?"
"My father was going to releae him. He's so young, Giver. I couldn't let him die."
Giver nodded. "Of course, now i understand. l’amour has overwhlemed you."
Jonas giggled. "How is everyone back in the community?"
"Fine. ou at least they have been. When toi left, the entire community was in shambles. Everyone couldn't handle the pain. I'm sorry to say this Jonas, but some people weren't strong enough to handle the pain. Jonas, a few days after toi had left, Lily was out of control. She was one of the ones that had some of the strong feelings. I tried my hardest to confront her, but she was hard to reach. I'm very sorry, Jonas, but she killed herself a week after toi left."
Jonas stood still. Had his ears betrayed him? No. The words were ringing inside his head.
"No. It can't be!"
The Giver nodded his head sadly. Yeas JOnas, she did. She siad that she would do anything for you. Even killing herself to save your life."
"She knew?"
"Somehow she had the feeling that toi were alive. She had told me that when she visited me. She a dit that toi were missing, and that toi were suffering."
Jonas fought to hold back his tears.
"A few hours before she killed herself, she a dit that all she wanted was for toi to be safe. I didn't expect for her to kill herself. After her death i began to feel stronger, younger, plus powerful. After comforting all of the poeple, i told them that i would have to leave for a long time to check up on soemthing. No one knew about what i was doing."
Jonas manahed a smile. "How are the opthers? Asher, Fiona, Mother and Father?"
He laughed. "Look at that. There's a cabin. It looks empty. Let's go inside and get comfortable. Then I'll tell toi about the others."
Giver, Jonas, and with Gabriel in his hands, they walked to the cabin.
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 toi don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
toi 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 toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
toi 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 toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi 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 l’amour the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I l’amour baths
6. I watch jour little mermaid everyday. But the question 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 par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi 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 par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi 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.