Romans & histoires Blood Isn't Thicker Than Water

So every month, his salary is constantly increasing. “Do you think” – Malcolm puts back the thick file, asking – “Is it possible for a person to survive when they are exposed to large amounts of water even though they have been sucked blood not long ago?” Jacob observes Malcolm through the glass, and after carefully analyzing his face, the man immediately answers: “Although such a miracle has never happened before, it depends on the body’s condition and the amount of blood that has been taken away. I think the chance of survival is 30%.”

“Drink this, hurry. It’ll heal you.” At that moment, someone could’ve given me poison and I would’ve gladly drunk it like ambrosia, I was so thirsty. So I opened my mouth and Miaka poured in as much of her blood as possible. Strangely, the liquid didn’t feel coppery or iron-like. It was actually sweet…and very thick. Or I might be so thirsty that my mind was playing tricks on me.

"The last question is, only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flows. Present in the sun but not in the rain, doing no harm and feeling no pain. What am I?" "Holy shit!" I cursed and stamped my feet on the floor while racking my brain so hard. Cass on the other hand kept snapping his fingers like he knew the answer but it decided to hide in a compact corner of his brain the day he really needed it. My hearts raced faster than an antelope being chased by a predator and that was quite unusual for vampires because we don't need to breathe as much as a human does. I guess it is the paranoia seeping into my pores again and messing with me when I needed to collect my thou

someone reminded him. Chase glanced down at me and snorted. "It's not like we're going to live any longer. It doesn't matter if we take her with us." He still saved me and draped the only jacket he had over my shoulders. He brought me back. Fearing that I might shatter his ego, I pretended to be as poor as him. I followed him into the criminal gray zone where gang activities were most frequent. It was a place without order, and violence and guns were the only laws of survival.

My tongue was thick and dry. I reached out a hand, my fingers trembling. "Please. Just a little." Elena looked at the pitcher. Then, she slowly tipped it over. I watched in horror as the water spilled onto the rug, soaking into the expensive fabric until the pitcher was empty. She didn't blink. She didn't smile. She just watched the water disappear. "Gutter blood doesn't need clean water," Elena hissed. "Gutter blood survives on whatever it can find in the dark." She kicked the empty pitcher across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces spraying like shards of ice.

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

They should feel ashamed! I ask, “Are there any suggestions? I know that giving them a vial full of elf blood won’t solve anything. But by appearance only, how would they be able to tell the difference between elf blood and some other kind of blood? Why can’t we just give them mine? That would have some elf properties in it but wouldn’t give them everything.” Alena shakes her head, “Elf blood looks different than wolf blood. I don’t think yours would look the same.” Solomon nods, “The consistency is lighter more fluid like water. It’s a lighter color and has specks of something in it that gives it almost a glittery sort of look.”

Her skin began to translucent, the veins in her neck standing out like cords of white fire. "Martha! Stop it!" Elodie reached out, but Victor held her back. "Stay back, Elodie! Look at the pressure!" Victor pointed to the glass tank. The blood inside was boiling. It wasn't just liquid anymore; it was turning into a thick, luminous mist that swirled with a violent energy.

She tried to concentrate enough to will the sky to return to its previous state, but to her astonishment, it only darkened even further. "What's going on?" Adea muttered to herself. She soon realized the water felt thicker than before. She turned her head over to look at the water. It was almost too dark to see clearly, but the substance in which she lied had become thick and dark in color like maroon. At first, Adea thought it was merely reflecting the obscure light of the heavens above her, but it did not take long to realize the horrifying truth: the water had turned to blood.