NewbornNewbornNewborn5 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
The Emo GirlLook at the little emo girlThe Emo Girl9 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
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 Fire4 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
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,
Goodbye My DandelionI run to my room and jump onto the bed where I finally let the tears run down my face. I find myself shuddering as I truly realised what it meant.Goodbye My Dandelion5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I had slammed the door it had bounced back and now stands ajar. I look up as I hear it creak. There he is, standing in the doorway looking at me with a mix of emotions. Though he mostly just seems confused.
I quickly wipe away the tears and try to tell him to go but the words just won't come. It's like there is something blocking my throat. And it wasn't his hands this time.
Without waiting for my permission Peeta walks over to me and lies next to me on the bed. The shock of how similar this is to the nights on the train is painful. Especially as I look into his blue eyes. They are his eyes, but they're different now. They look at me more coldly, the love has gone. Yet as he speaks I can hear a trace of that old warmth.
"What's wrong?" he asks me. I look up at his face a moment before I answer.
"You," I tell him. He blinks rapidly
Hetalia Hunger Games - Part 6--Part Six Game Time--Hetalia Hunger Games - Part 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Matthew looked down at his outfit. The clothing selection for this years games was rather comfortable. He had a dark blue jacket and a black shirt underneath. A pair of forest green gloves were lying on the chair next to him.
He also had a pair of black pants and hiking boots. Despite the offer, Matthew didn't bring anything from his district. His clothes already gave off a depressing tone.
"Ready?" A voice asked him. Matthew looked up and saw insertnameherestfu- gesturing towards the plate that would take him to the arena. He nodded and walked over, slipping the gloves on.
As he stepped onto the plate and the glass cylinder slid down, surrounding him, Matthew began to sense a feeling of dread. He wasn't worried about the arena. Everyone seemed like they were going to comply with his plan. He sighed and looked up at the light of the arena.
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
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
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
I amI am4 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
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
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
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!4 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
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
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 44 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,
emo girlYou never hear meemo girl8 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
So You've Created a Mary SueSo Youve Created a Mary-SueSo You've Created a Mary Sue7 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
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.6The 73rd Hunger Games ch.63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I open my eyes and stair at the trunk and branches in front of me, that's right, I slept in a tree. I turn to my other side and Jason was still sleeping his sleeping bag next to me. It's best we don't stay in one area. We're bond to be spotted by the Careers if they come along. I scoot over and begin to shake Jason awake.
"What is it?" he moans.
"We need to move, if the Careers find us we're doomed." I say continue to shake him.
"Alright," he says. He slides out of his sleeping bag and props it back in his backpack. Zips everything and takes a sword ready to climb down. I remove the jacket I used for warmth and slide in mine. Make sure my knives are secure and begin to climb down the tree. As soon as I reach the bottom Jason climbs down a short way and leaps from the branch.
We begin to start moving hoping not to run into many tributes. But I hear something moving to the side.
"Do you hear that?" I ask him. He shrugs at me. "Hide behind these trees." I say turning and we both hide betw
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
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.More5 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
Ch1 Girl Who Changed Her MindThe Girl Who Changed Her MindCh1 Girl Who Changed Her Mind5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clove, a sweet little girl? No way. But killers are made not born and she didn't always used to be this way. Catastrophic events changed her and now, she is out for revenge. This is the story of the girl who changed her mind.
I stood in the bushes, ready to push myself forward to face what could be a second bloodbath. But I was ready, because I wouldn't be dying today, she would. The girl on fire. This would be a feast, usually a day of celebration in the arena for those who win whatever prize the Capitol offers. Cato and I would celebrate, we would celebrate her death and the key to our victory.
As the table clicked into place, she shot out of the bushes. The girl from District 5, her red hair flowing behind her in a graceful arc. Alysa her name was, but everyone had reffered to her as Lissa during the Training and Interviews. This girl was smart and I scolded myself for not having a similar tactic. To only take my pack and run. In someways it was m
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...5 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