A Peeta Mellark Love StoryThe hot water had quickly turned to ice water. It showered over me. My legs brought up, so I was hugging them, my forehead on my knees.A Peeta Mellark Love Story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a knock at the door. "Apple?" It was Peeta, the boy I was staying with. "You alright?"
"Yeah," I lifted my head slightly, then set it back down again, the crick rejecting movement.
The door opened and closed again. The curtain separating us was moved to the side slowly.
"Here." I looked up to see him holding a silky blue robe out to me. I shook my head and lowered it again. "Mom's not going to be happy if she finds out you weren't covered."
"I don't care."
He stepped inside and sat next to me, his clothes getting soaked. A button was pressed and the ice shower turned shockingly hot. Within seconds, my skin turned red.
"You've been in here for more than two hours, you know."
"Oh, so that's why the water was ice. I was wondering," I responded sarcastically.
He let out a small laugh, shook his head and looked down. He sighed, "Seriously, though,
Hunger GamesSaved her sisterHunger Games3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sister died anyways.
A Hunger Games PoemA Hunger Games Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the Meadow
Is Where my Dreams Could Come True
I Reaped a little girl, Rue
A Girl On Fire
A Ilumnious Girl
A fiery Passion
Almost a Pearl
A hate towards the Captiol
Their Games so Cruel ,
How they Safcrifice
Why Are They Cruel?
As seen as Beauty
As seen as defience
How she sufficed to cruelity
Of Children and FirePrimrose Everdeen is not a child. No, she thinks, a small little flare of surprise tingling at the base of her spine, the fingertips blue with cold and fear, she isn't. Not now, in this twisted knot of a war, with its politics and intricacies that she can barely understand. Not here, in the very heart of the Capitol, where there is smoke and confusion and the screams of the lost and dying hanging like soot in the air. No, she hasn't been a child for a long time, not since her name was called at the Reaping and all she could was her heart, loud and heavy in her ears. Not since Katniss came like an avenging angel to save her, voice shrill and panicked. Not since Katniss gave herself up like a lamb for slaughter and left Prim with a strange, unsettling mix of gratitude, grief, and shame.Of Children and Fire3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Katniss doesn't know that Prim didn't watch her games, not really. She doesn't know that her small sister had closed her eyes and pressed her face into the fragile safety of her hands whenever Katniss had
The Emo GirlLook at the little emo girlThe Emo Girl8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She crys all night
She hardley sleeps
She cuts herself
and sometimes wants to die
Does anyone ever notice her?
She hides behind her hair,
her dark eyeliner and tons of black clothes
She wears arm warmers and long sleeved shirts
and she has lots of piercings
She likes someone that barely even notices her
She chews on her lip ring everytime he walks by her
Alone she remembers her childhood
alone and beaten
living with abusive parents
She blocks part of her memories
not wanting to remember the word rape
She crys in her room and writes in her notebook
She's written so many suicide notes but has not bee able to follow through
Wanting death but afraid to die
She drowns herself in her music
and wonders if anyone would care if she was to die
She hides her scars from everyone around her
She lets her past be known to none
All the beatings, all the pain
the mental and physical scars
Alone she crys
with only her razor and awaiting her doom
Will anyone try to
Just one flawBright red hairJust one flaw3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was beautiful
Just one flaw
You fell in love with her
She had deep blue eyes
That you would stare into all night
She was fun,
She was everything you ever wanted
I loved her too
But in a different light then you did
She was like my best friend
She made me feel alright
I had to go, momentarily
But when I was gone, tragedy struck
Leaving you half-hearted
I felt bad for you
But mostly happy
Maybe now, I could have you
Just one flaw
You'll never love me
emo girlYou never hear meemo girl7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I scream
You never see me
When I bleed
You never warm me
When I'm cold
You wouldn't care
If I died...
You don't even know
That I'm dead inside
The Hunger Games Glimmers POVWe've been walking for hours with nothing accomplished. No kills. No food. And no gifts from sponsors. There were five of us and the stupid Peeta bread boy that Cato insisted tagged along. It was an odd bunch of us, all with different strengths, which in retro-speck makes sense. "Can we please make camp soon, its gunna be dark in a while and my legs are killing me." The district four girl, whose name I really didn't care to know, complained. Cato gave her a bit of a look, still glued to Clove's side, so stupidly protective over her. You don't see Marvel here holding my hand. No. he went off and did his thing, and I did mine. I mean what's the point of protecting someone who you know is going to die. All it gives is false hope. They seem more like lovers than Peeta bread and the Catnip girl. He's not out there taking care of her, honestly it seems like he could care less. Stupid boy No wonder were not getting anything from sponsors, they want to see the star-crossed lovers from thThe Hunger Games Glimmers POV3 years ago in Drama More Like This
10 Years Later- Chapter 810 Years Later- Chapter 810 Years Later- Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I trudge through thick brambles, thorns, and garbage in order to get to the other side.
In my silk party dress, this is definitely not a good idea, but what other choice do I have? I have to find him.
Peeta's name bounces off the walls of my skull and around my head, filling it with one thought, and one name. I have to find him. I have to.
Beside me, Irene has gotten through her patch of brambles and junk and is waving me on. There isn't even a scratch on her face, a tear or patch of dirt on her dress. How do women like her keep themselves so perfect? I look down at my own dress. It's scratched in some places and a have a long one on my arm. It hurts, but I'm not a stranger to pain. I know how to handle it. How else could I have survived this far?
Irene gives a deep intake of breath when she sees the scratch. She's another one who can't bear the sight of pain, of blood. How did she survive watching the bloody Games each year? I want to ask, but
MoreI had never believed that Katniss had loved Peeta. I had kind of believed it during the Games but when she came home and told me everything, I understood.More4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had always thought that Katniss and Gale were going to get married some day. They were so perfect. They just...fit together so wonderfully.
I remember the first time I saw her kiss Peeta during the Games. I giggled. I couldn't help it. The simple idea of my sister kissing a boy was so foreign and strange. My mother told me to be quiet. Gale looked like he wanted to punch something. Maybe he did. He probably did. I felt sorry for him. He loved Katniss. I knew that, even if she didn't. I knew. Gale loved my sister and I loved them both. Gale was like a big brother. He took care of me when Katniss couldn't. I'd seen the betrayal in his eyes as he watched her with the bakers son. But Peeta Mellark had saved our lives once. And I knew Katniss enough to know that she didn't really love him, not at the start but I also knew that Peeta lov
No Coaching TodayIt feels like it's been way too long since we've slept together in the same bed. Katniss has been pushing me away lately, and we both know why. I can't read her mind, but it doesn't take a psychic to figure out what she's been planning. She'll want me to come home, she'll sacrifice herself for me.No Coaching Today4 years ago in Romance More Like This
But I am not going to let that happen.
I made a deal with Haymitch and he's going to keep it. He has to. It's only fair. Last game we both wanted her to come home. Consequently, sacrificing me. She got all of the supplies, and I nearly die in a puddle of mud. I didn't get help until she came to nurse me back to health. Haymitch owes me now. He has to do that one favor for me: let her live again. He has to. I can't let her die. Our teamwork again once will bring her home to her family and her friends.
Jealousy takes over for a moment as I think of Gale. There's no hate, but the yearning that the way she earnestly cares for him- the way I care for her- was at me instead. When I die in that aren
Dream Come True...?There she is. Just a few yards away from me on this stage. Standing there, beautiful in a glowing yellow dress. Clean. Alive. Healed. Hardly recognizable compared to days ago. And all mine.Dream Come True...?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But most importantly, out of that damned arena.
She's stunned by the flashing lights and booming crowds for a moment, but the smile is clear on her face when she sees me. It makes my heart soar. I can't stop smiling at the sight of Katniss smiling at me.
She takes a few steps, jumps into my arms and clings to me. I stagger back, still not use to my prosthetic leg. I need to find a way to tell her about that without frightening her. Without the cane they gave, we both would have gone tumbling to the ground. But as long as she's in my arms, I could care less.
This is unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this happening. That's a lie. I did dream this could happen, but I always knew it wouldn't. That's what I told myself. Until she found me half dead in the mud and nursed me back to he
So You've Created a Mary SueSo Youve Created a Mary-SueSo You've Created a Mary Sue6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
One day while browsing on deviant Art or even Fanfiction.net you get a really great idea to create your own Original Character (OC). So cool, right? You make him/her for your favorite fandom so you can draw or write them it, its like youre in the series. You can make your favorite sexy anime guy or beautiful girl fall head over heels in love. You quickly write everything you would like if you were in that fandom and upload away. Thats when you get your first comment or review. As soon as you open it the room catches fire and you are incinerated within the depths of a Flame. A flame is a type of review or comment that is left usually to bash one writing or drawing and hold little to no constructive criticism to help with improvements. Thats when you realized you have been infected by the dread disease of creating a Mary-Sue. Whats the first thing you should do, throw it out right? wrong!
Just like learning to
Stopped Pretending...When I wake up, I see those bright blue eyes gazing upon me. Peeta smiles the same smile he had back in the arena last year.Stopped Pretending...4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Good morning, Katniss." he says in a soft voice.
But I know it's not a good morning. Today is the day we go back to the arena.
I crack a slight smile and respond,
"No nightmares?" he asks.
"No nightmares." I confirm.
I stare into Peeta's eyes immensely. The sun is shining through our window, so I can see his long, blonde, eyelashes blink every once in a while. A grin creeps onto Peeta's face.
"What?" He questions, with a small chuckle in his voice.
At first, I just stare blankly. And out of the blue, I lean toward him and give him the most meaningful kiss that I have ever planted on him.
"Katniss? What are you doing? There are no cameras around here. You can stop pretending."
"Peeta- I- I-" am completely lost with words, I think to myself. "I think..that..I am no longer pretending Peeta."
"Stop it, Katniss. You don't have to d
The 57th Hunger Games pt 4I awoke to the sun peeking below the canvas and Danni's hands on my back, cheek pressed into my left shoulder blade. I hadn't even awoken when he had crawled back in, though it does feel like I haven't slept much last night. Birds were cawing in the forest, which we mustn't be too far away from since I could hear them from here. My shoulder was aching from where the arrow had nicked it, but I think it had only bled a little, it would bruise a lot by the feel of it but it was nothing serious. I gently shook Danni awake and we both crawled from the sleeping bag. Xenia was atop the rock surveying the field.The 57th Hunger Games pt 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Anything to report?" I asked her. She shook her head and slid down. I crawled up after her. We had decided that we should take shifts now with our close call with the tributes yesterday. I accepted the water and half a strip of beef from Danni and stretched. I flexed my muscles and told Xenia to take a power nap, then that Danni should replace the water bottle under the water supply,
I Do: Chapter OneChapter OneI Do: Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My prep team can hardly contain their tears. Yesterday when they once again ridded me of my body hair, they were all excitement for today. After all, they had been invited to the event of the century. Everyone they know is green with jealousy and they enjoy that fact very much. But now as the day has come, they cry out of joy and pure silliness. I try not to listen to them.
Today I am marrying Peeta Mellark.
I know that my situation could be worse. Peeta will be a good husband to me. He loves me genuinely and we are friends. Sometimes I think I do love him. But in what way, or how much, not even I know.
Then what makes this such a dreaded day for me? It's not my choice. The only other option I had would kill everyone I cared about, including Peeta. And the fact that this is breaking Gale's heart isn't making it any easier. My best friend must be so hurt right now, knowing in an hour I'll be wed to another man. Whatever feelings I might have had for Gale I can't explore any
And So We RunAnd So We RunAnd So We Run5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Put on your shoes. Its dark, but I know mothers voice.
I roll over and sit up in bed.
Heavy droning fills the night.
A shirt is thrown over my head while father rummages in the closet. I rise, half-dressed, fumbling for my shoes. He slings a pack over my shoulders and we race down the stairs.
A figure stands in the doorway, hand extended to me.
Youre coming? I plead with my parents, although the truth burns my throat like bile.
They hold me; then I am shoved out the door toward the man.
Run, Madge, he whispers.
Okay -MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS-Katniss was just settling into an armchair by the fire when the door knocked.Okay -MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sighed and started to heave herself upright, but Peeta put a firm hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back into her seat.
"I'll get it." he said softly. Katniss was glad, as she was nearly 7 months pregnant with her first child, and it was very uncomfortable. She stared into the crackling flames until Peeta re-entered the room, and announced that somebody had come to see her. One of her eyebrows lifted in question, before she saw him. He was tall, much taller than Peeta, who was around 6 feet himself. His straight black hair was longer than she had remembered, and his eyes, which were the exact same colour as hers, moved slowly around her face, taking in the changes that had happened in the 10 years since he had last seen her.
"Gale." she breathed.
"Hello Catnip." he laughed quietly. She pulled herself up much faster than she would have if happiness had not been coursing through her veins. She threw hers
Hunger Games-After MockingjayA little fanfic I wrote for the Hunger Games.SPOILERS!Hunger Games-After Mockingjay3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Storm- An original After-Mockingjay fanfic
Author: Liz McCallus
Date of Publication: 5/24/2011
I pour apple juice into my kids' cups and wiped my hands on a napkin. They dig in eagerly, devouring their grilled cheese-and-tomato sandwiches.
"Tod, sweetie, you're getting juice all over your nice pants, you have to stop." I wipe the juice from my five-year-old son's khaki pants I'd bought the day before. "And Lizzy, do you really have to eat so much like a pig?" I scold my seven-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. She smiles and eats more slowly. I hear the front door opening and hear Peeta call, "I'm home!" I rush to the front room, where Peeta picks me up, spins me around, and kisses me lightly.
"Hello, sweetheart." he says lovingly. I can hear Tod and Lizzy groaning from the kitchen.
"Eeew! Mommy and Daddy kiiissseeeddd!" Lizzy squeals. I roll my eyes and put my forehead against Peeta's.
"Good day at the bakery?" I say, smilin
Hunger Games Parody- Part 3I stepped on something hard and stamped on it a few times before continuing on my way.Hunger Games Parody- Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Leaving without me, honey?" A voice asked.
Looking down and turning around, I saw something lying in the mud.
"Oh, I didn't see you there, sorry."
"No problem, I understand, I had to bury myself in this mud so that I could die of starvation as opposed to a nice quick death from one of the Careers." Peeta replied.
I took one of his legs and dragged him to a nearby cave. Then I ran back to the river, cupped my hands, filled them with water, went back, and poured the water over Peeta's face.
"There we go, all clean!" I smiled.
"My leg hurts." He groaned. I looked at his leg. It was a healthy red, and it looked nicely mangled.
"Nothing's wrong as far as I can see," I reassured him.
I left him at the back of the cave and went outside.
"Haymitch. I could really use a loaf of bread right now: the last thing I ate was that fat squirrel I found three hours ago. Thank you for keeping Peeta unharmed by the way
NightmaresTrap in a nightmare she tosses and turns. Then a scream escapes her mouth as she is jerk back into the world of the living. She looks around frighten, reassuring herself it was only a dream. But yet it wasn't just a dream but yet memories of the past/ of those horrid days and nights. They will not escape her mind. She stares at the cleaning until dawn breaks and soon is forced up and out of bed. She puts on a fake smile, fake act each day but then at night they come back. She wakes up screaming again but this time he comes and holds her close calming her down. This is how they sleep each night in each others arms. Like it use to be the only place she felt safe when in side her living nightmare. He keeps them at bay 'till on night there is no nightmare. But yet they still sleep in each others arms. Where she feels safe but where her feeling are still mix and confused playing along with this game that was suppose to end but hasn't.Nightmares4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I amI am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the mockingjay
My name is Katniss Everdeen
I am who took over their home
I am who bears the name of a plant that he gave his father
I am without a mother who was for years
I am the symbol of the revolution
I tribute District 12
'm The one who took the place of his sister in the Hunger Games
I am a survivor and a hunter
I am pretending to be in love with Peeta to save
I am he who loves him after all we've lived
I am proposing that challenged the Capitol a double suicide
I am who sang for Rue when he died
I am in some way guilty of the torture he suffered Cinna
I who was shot on TV
I am a murderer and a heroic symbol
I am who has nightmares at night
I am the wife of Peeta
I am a survivor of the Hunger Games
Katniss ... Katniss Everdeen
Yo soy el sinsajo
Mi nombre es Katniss Everdeen
Soy quien se hizo cargo de su hogar
Soy quien lleva el nombre de una planta que le dio su padre
Soy quien quedó sin madre durante años
Soy el símbolo de la revoluci
Wildfire - Gale's SongIt's been so dark for so longWildfire - Gale's Song2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With no promise of a dawn
But I've heard rumors in the night
And I'm hungry for some light
Now I've heard the siren's song
And I don't care if I'm wrong
I just know that things weren't right
So I'm coming out to fight.
You sparked a fire
in my soul
But it's higher
than can be controlled:
And the flames of our rage may bring pain, and who knows who they'll hurt
Yet I desire
And the fire
May bring a solution
But the flames of our rage aren't contained, and now anyone may burn.
The line has blurred, so which is true?
Are we together, or are we through?
You lead me on and you leave me bruised
The more I ask, the more I'm confused
A yes or no reply, just one word would do
I don't see why the answer is so hard for you
But I won't surrender, and no: I refuse
I'll die for the cause before I dare to lose.
But as the blaze
begins to rise
I see the rage
within your eyes
And the flames separate us: the fray drives us both our separate ways
There's a f