NewbornNewbornNewborn4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His eyes flutter open.
Slowly, though. He attempted once, then closed them again at half way, the tried again and succeeded. He did cry and shriek a little at first, just a little, with his eyes squeezed tight. But the second he was put in my arms, the only sound that emitted from him was silence.
I take a sharp intake of breath when his eyes fully open. They are a bit larger than average, and they look as though they contain the sea. His brilliant green eyes are just like his.
Just like Finnick's. And just like mine.
The small baby boy blinks and looks around. He looks at the ceiling. Then at the walls. Then at the sheets that he is encased in. Finally his eyes stop on me.
He seems to be trying to take me in; his eyes get a mesmerized look in them. My heart stops for a second when his tiny fingers lock around my pointer finger and squeezes. His small hand is barely half the size of it.
The other hand is balled up in a fist which he closes and reopens over and over
The Hunger Game: Outdoors GameThe Hunger Game: Outdoors GameThe Hunger Game: Outdoors Game4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Over 4 people
Cell phones for everyone (with players contacts)
An area that people go when they die
Items are scattered around a central point
Items decrease in value the farther they are from the center
Everyone starts in a semi-circle the same distance away
Have a non-player set an alarm for any time after one minute. You can't move until the timer goes off
No one can "kill" another player until another minute passes. The person who set the timer should shout out once this is up.
Boundary (Let everyone know what they are)
If you go off-limits, you are automatically considered dead
If you're hit somewhere that wouldn't kill you in real life, it doesn't count. For example arms/ legs
If you get hit somewhere that doesn't kill you, arms/legs, nothing changes. You don't have to hop around on one leg or whatever. Lol.
The first person dead becomes the announcer.
10 Years Later- Chapter 510 Years Later- Chapter 510 Years Later- Chapter 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm pretty sure everyone can see me shaking as I walk down the dining area of the VC.
I'm pretty much wobbling on the balls of my feet, since I have on high heels and they are in no way helping the situation. I now question why I even wore them. Why? That seems to be the question for everything now. Why? Why am I always in danger, why am I always the target? What will Stella do to avenge her sister's death? Prim is already gone. Who will she target? My mother? Juniper? Me?
For some reason, I know she will not target Peeta. Maybe she just knows that he's too strong, too willing to give up his life for mine if need be. But I do have a feeling she will target the people I love and care about, that matter to me the most, besides Peeta. Of course, I do love him, but my conscience tells me she won't do anything to him.
What about my daughter?
She seems so vulnerable, sitting in District Twelve, without the watchful eye of neither me nor Pe
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 Story5 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,
SuicideIm sorrySuicide9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I didnt want to leave you all
But i cant handle this anymore
My life sucks
I cant handle it
Its taking me over
The thoughts in my head
They kill me inside
But i dont want to confine it anymore
I want to release these thoughts
And let them be real
Dont forget its all your fault
Never forget that
I hate you all
There is one
And they know who they are
I love them
Its not their fault
But i have to do this
Things in my life have been building up lately
Abd i just hate myself too much to let myself live
So this is my note
To say goodbye to eveyone who thought i loved/liked them
good luck in life
i will see some of you soon
Forty-Third Hunger Games Ch.1A fist comes flying toward my face, and I quickly duck and spin with one leg outstretched. The behemoth of a man lands on the mat with a loud thud. He stands back up and then comes at me again. But this time, a glint of silver in his hand. Knife. I duck once more and roll underneath his legs. He turns almost instantly, but I'm already back on my feet. I avoid a wild slash at my throat by a quarter of an inch, and then bring myself close in and bring my foot up, into his groin.Forty-Third Hunger Games Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bearl is collapsed on the mat once more and the knife clatters across the tiles, but he has enough self control to keep the pain from showing on his heavily scarred face. He stands back up, glowering down at me.
"Cheap shot," he says in his almost unnaturally deep voice.
"Yeah?" I ask. I don't expect an answer, and he doesn't give one. It doesn't matter how I got him on the ground. I stare stra
10 Years Later- Chapter 610 Years Later- Chapter 610 Years Later- Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Perspiration cascades down me as I vigorously work my way back upstairs. And down. And up. And down.
I'm trying to exercise, trying to do anything but dwell on what could happen to my sweet, sweet daughter.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I'm huffing, panting, my face red and my hair bouncing on my back as I pounce on the steps with unnecessary vigor. And I shouldn't be doing this. I should be getting ready for tonight, where I will probably be asked to dance numerous times until my feet fall off.
My mind is buzzing with what I should and shouldn't do. I finally decide to get dressed. Peeta will be waiting.
As I walk through the door with my shirt and sweatpants soaked through with perspiration, Peeta stops me.
"Whoa! Where have you been, Katniss?
Peeta's already ready. He's wearing a red shirt with a black blazer on top. In the lapel is a red silk handkerchief. Black dress pants and boots. His hair is the usual, only slightly combed. He looks striking and
The Hunger Games-- Live gameHow to play:The Hunger Games-- Live game4 years ago in Drama More Like This
THE HUNGER GAMES
Minimum 8 people, maximum 12
1 roll of masking tape
2 minimum, 4 maximum game makers
2 red hats, 1 yellow hat, 1 purple hat, blue hats for all game makers
Weapons (all weapons have a bit of masking tape on them):
3 long sticks (swords)
2 Frisbees (chakrams)
4 tennis balls (bombs/grenades) limit one to each player
2 (Nerf) toy guns (blow darts)
5 short sticks (daggers)
Large area with obstacles i.e.; trees, rocks, playground etc.
Game makers base with timing device and weapon cache
Bottles labelled antidote, something small and wearable (ring, bracelet etc)
How to play:
Twelve people are competitors in the 'Hunger Games', where everyone must kill or be killed. To start with, everyone must be spaced out around the edge of the 'arena'. In the centre will be the 'cornucopia'; where most weapons are sto
The 90th Games Ch.1The Hunger Games: The 90th GamesThe 90th Games Ch.14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
WARNING: Contains colorful words, some sexual themes, and possibly a lemon. Who knows? I don't.
(..HA!) - Me Talking
Hey! - Normal
'WHAT!?' - thoughts.
"Did you brush your teeth?"
"Make your bed?"
I mean she's right there.
"Comb your hair?"
My mom sighed, "I'm sorry, baby. It's just the reapings today and all, and I'm all nervous and I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack and-"
"It's okay, Mom! I understand," I say, smiling at her reassuringly, "But there's thousands of other names in that thing, I only have 10 in there."
"Exactly! I'm about to pass out!"
"I won't be picked! There are thousands in there!"
"But what if you are picked?"
That got me to shut up. My mother's brown eyes stared at me, waiting for an answer, and my hazel eyes stared at her without one. I tried to th
10 Years Later10 Years LaterA Hunger Games Fan Fiction Chapter 110 Years Later4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyelashes flutter open through the haze of nightmares that sleep brings.
Nightmares? What am I talking about, nightmares? There were certainly no nightmares last night. First time I slept well in days.
"Well, someone's awake."
I sit up, finding a smug Haymitch smirking at me in the doorway.
"What in the world are you doing here?"
"And good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty. In case you forgot, today's the day.
" That's right, Katniss, the day." Says a different voice.
Now Peeta has appeared at the doorway as well. Great. I'm being double-ambushed.
"Good morning to you too, Peeta."
He laughs, and I feel better. It's just the way Peeta's laugh influences me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get up, heading towards the breakfast table, but Peeta's arm stops me, his face serious.
" You can't tell Junie."
" Today we are going to the Capitol, remember? To have that m
Do not die!When we finally stood straight at the top of the huge branch, she gave me a push which sent me falling into the cold trunk on my left. I looked at her in shock with wide-eyes as she covered my moth with her hand. I was about to shout anyway. Something like: "TRAITOR!" but she brought her index to her lips, signalling me to be silent. Then the dark-haired girl in front of me peeked down under us, causing me to do the same. At the ground, about ten meters under me, a girl with long orange-red hair made her way through the forest, slightly sneaking around. Katniss backed away from me and began to crawl upon our thick branch, further out where it got thinner. She took her silver bow and sheath with her. As silent I could, I bent down and rested my hands at the green bark.Do not die!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Katniss!" I hissed so high I dared. She just gave me a hard look back and speeded up her pace. I must admit; she looked almost too much like a squirrel as she, without hesitate, moved her hands and feet farther away from
Secret SpotSecret Spot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madge and Gale~
"Where are we going?" I hear her ask as she chuckles and gasps for air, but I can't stop running now to answer. I hold her hand tighter to make sure she won't let go and run a bit faster, I can't wait to get there, and the size of my grin is nowhere near hiding that fact.
After a few more minutes of running, I begin to slow down, and so does she, thankful. Running was always her weakness. Of course, being the daughter of the Mayor, she never had to run after her food, or escape from it.
We both share a laugh for a couple of seconds and I reach out for her to keep her close.
"Okay - she begins, catching her breath, but amused - what was all this running for?"
I smile mischievously and cover her eyes with my hands. She doesn't reject the gesture, she loves surprises, so I guide her through grasses that surpass our waists until I reach the spot I was aiming for. I sit her down and uncover her eyes. I take a minute to enjoy her expression before I speak again.
"So? You like
The Bleeding IbisThat one summer has gone,The Bleeding Ibis10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From long ago
When the ibis sat in the bleeding tree.
Its wonders have faded,
Its bark has dried up,
And a block of grindstone now stands in its place,
Where the bleeding tree once stood.
I remember the time
When the bleeding tree still lived,
And my only brother-type was born.
I was six at the time,
When my brother was born
And my life was filled with joy.
When I first saw my brother,
It was quite an odd site
For he was mostly all head,
Deformed at birth.
My family started crying
They thought he would die,
Even though he was born in a caul.
So we built him a coffin
And named him William Armstrong
They thought it would make
A fit headstone name.
But we were wrong,
He lived indeed
I had hope in him yet.
As the days went on
His name just wouldn't do
So I called him doodle
Because he crawled like a doodlebug.
I was happy, yet sad
Because he couldn't swim, walk, or run.
He was about to go to school,
And he still couldn't walk
And I got tired of hauling hi
His Mermaid - Chapter 4His Mermaid - Chapter 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is the fourth part of the story. Please follow the link in the description to get to part One.
When Hoodge jumped onto the table everyone was in shock, except for me. For some reason I didn't seem to know myself, I started laughing and clapping my hands together. "Bravo! Well done!" He looked over to me and smiled. "Told you I would get that bunny." I nodded grinning. Everyone else slowly joined in the laughter of us two but it seemed forced. Matthew left the dining wagon, mumbling something about nutjobs. No one went back to eat something, but I hadn't had much appetite to start with, so that was okay with me, giving me an excuse to stand up from the table as well.
I sat down in the next wagon on a sofa near Hoodge. I wasn't sure why, but I was somehow fascinated by him. And it made me uneasy at the same time. He was crazy - there was no doubt in that - so why was he fascinating me? He could be dangerous. Actually everyone in this train was. Even May J
GonerOh great. Another Monday morning. Another day of having to listen to my mother bark orders at me in the bakery. Another day of spending all of my time baking bread. Another day- wait a second. I jump out of my bed and throw my fists in the air.Goner4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I can't believe I forgot! I can't believe it's finally here! At long last, the day I've been looking forward to since I've heard of it has come! It's my first day of school! I will no longer be stuck here alone with my parents!
I run over to my dresser and rifle through my drawers of clothes looking for my favorite pair of pants and shirt: jeans shorts and an orange shirt. I've been keeping this outfit hidden away so I couldn't wear it and then dirty it up with flour or other stuff in the bakery. Then I throw open my door and run down the hallway to the staircase, but end up running into my mother.
"Peeta!" she snarls, "Why are you running?!"
I snap back without thinking, "I'm trying to hurry up for my first day of school!" But I realize my mist
Peeta's LamentKatniss decided it was time she got out of the house, grabbing her hunting jacket she opened the door and breathed in the beautiful fresh air. She didn't know how long she'd been inside, time was nothing to her anymore. Since Prim had died it seemed so unimportant. She walked along the wet path, deliberately trudging through the puddles, making the bottoms of her trousers and the insides of her shoes soaking wet. As she walked through the old seam people where beginning to remake the houses, talking amongst themselves making a lot of noise, however one voice broke through them all.Peeta's Lament4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"...all my fault. I just wish I had been here to save you, like Gale had been for his family. I miss you guys so much. I spent so long away from you, surviving for you. Mum, I know you didn't think very highly of me, always critical. But you where my mum, and I know you only did that stuff for my own good, and in the end I know you loved me. Dad I...you were right. About so many things, I never told you how
The Hunger Games Parody-Part 2Rue jumped 354.6m and landed on the next tree, which happened to be 215.7m high. I knew this because I carried around measuring tape with me at all times, in case the person trying to kill me had a fear of them. It also doubled up as something to throw at anyone who was annoying me.The Hunger Games Parody-Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Rue landed, someone jumped out from behind the tree and killed her. He came and stabbed me multiple times in the arm.
"Ow." I said as blood poured from me. Adrenaline suddenly pumped through me and I punched him before pulling out a gun and shooting him multiple times. As he lay in a red puddle, I got out my bow and shot him a few more times with my arrows, just to make sure that he was dead.
My arm miraculously healed, and adrenaline rush over, I made my way to Rue.
"Rue!" I sobbed, already completely soaked from my tears, "Rue!"
"Sing to me." She said, obviously not in any pain, and obviously back-from-the-dead-and-about-to-die-again.
"The grass is green and beautiful every morning
I love my life alt
What S.Collins Missed 'In the morning he (Buttercup) sits stoically as I clean the cuts, but digging the thorn from his paw brings on a round of those kitten mews. We both end up crying again, only this time we comfort each other. On the strength of this I open the letter Haymitch gave me from my mother, dial the phone number and weep with her as well. Peeta, bearing a warm loaf of bread, shows up with Greasy Sae. She makes us breakfast and I feed all my bacon to Buttercup.'What S.Collins Missed4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wake up kicking, punching and screaming Prim's name, tears are pouring down my cheeks as I gasp for air and reach out to invisible arms. Funny how you don't really miss something until it's gone. How many times have I wished his arms around mine these last few weeks? Yet when he was there for me I didn't even think about it. I sit up, one hand over my franticly beating heart, trying to calm myself down. Slowly I push the blanket off my feet and make my way to the window where I rip the curtains apart. The sun is just peaking
His Mermaid - Chapter 2His Mermaid - Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
As the title says this is chapter two. For chapter one please follow the link in the top section of the description
The Major was reading a text I had heard fourteen times in my life. Now it was fifteen and this would be the last time. I closed my eyes just for a brief moment, not more than a normal blink so the cameras wouldn't catch it. I was exhausted. The burning high sun did the rest to make me feel faint. I could barely see my sister Clara in the last row of girls she was holding up her head and her smile. I wondered if it was easier for her now. This was her last reaping after all. We had been joking around that maybe it would be mine too. I never would have guessed it could actually be though.
I turned around at the end of the speech and shook Matthew's hand. His palm was dry while mine felt awfully sweaty. We turned again to face the square and the anthem played before the Peacekeeper led us into the justice building. I turned around to look into
Sweetheart"Could I just die already? Please," I say out loud to no one in general.Sweetheart4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other tributes or the Gamemakers. Either group could come kill me right now and I think I would take comfort in it. Let someone here me. Please. My leg is killing me. It is killing me. The pain from the wound my best friend Cato gave me is horrendous and nearly unbearable. The only little itty-bitty thing that allows me to tolerate the pain is the fact that I helped her survive. She's still alive because of me. I, Peeta Mellark, saved her, Katniss Everdeen's, life.
But there's a chance she might still die because I'm not there to defend her. Sure, she has her bow and arrows and she can climb trees no one else can. That small possibilty worries me still. Sadly, not to death. If she were to get into trouble, I wouldn't be able to help her at all with this damaged leg.
I almost wish he did kill me, though. Then my suffering could end. I could fall asleep and never wake up. I'd still be able to see Katniss,
In Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and ReapingIn Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and Reaping3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The reaping ceremony has always disgusted me. The whole idea of the Hunger Games is just so barbaric that I am unbelievably thankful each year my name doesn't come out of that glass ball. Looking around me, I see the terrified and paler-than-usual faces of more than a hundred kids from ages 12 to 18, all of them saying the same desperate prayer I am: Please don't let it be me this time!
We are lined up according to our ages. Like rows of grain from District 9 ready to be chopped down with the glinting scythe of Effie Trinket's brightly colored fingernails. As if the only reason the adults of Panem have children is to put them in these infernal lines to be chopped down and thrown into a death match disguised as a grand honor. To me, that's all we seem to be to the people of the Capitol: ears of grain sown for the sole purpose of perishing in a sifter that only a
Cinna - Creation of FireTheme 2 - Fire - CinnaCinna - Creation of Fire5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I watched the Reapings for District 12, that was the momment I was inspired.
"I volunteer!" Katniss Everdeen walked up to the stage, taking the place of her younger sister Prim. She sacrificed herself to save the one she cared about.
Katniss. She had thrown herself into the fire to save the little girl. Their was fire in her eyes as she spoke the words that would most likley mean the end of her life. Fire. It all came down to the fire that rages through the girl from District 12. The fire in her heart.
Katniss Everdeen. The girl I would be styling for. I didn't start on her costume for the opening night until I had seen her, watched the reapings over and over again. I searched hard for the insipiration in the twenty minutes of video footage I had, not have much time to find something, some spark in the girl.
Once again, it came back down to the fire. It had never been done before and it would make her memorable. Spinning fire into the coal mines of Dis
THG-Until The Day I DieKatniss Everdeen.THG-Until The Day I Die5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The girl on fire.
The girl who set my heart on fire with love when I first heard her sing on the first day of school.
The girl I risked being thrown into the fire for when I gave her bread when she was starving.
The girl who entered a fire with me when she volunteered and I was chosen.
The girl who wore fire with me and held my hand.
The girl whose face was fire when I confessed my love for her in front the world.
The girl whose kisses were fire on my lips.
The girl who set my heart on fire with loathing and jealousy when she told me her feelings weren't real.
The girl I will always love, protect, and yearn for,
Until the day I die.