The Unread BookYou only see the outline
Please take a closer look
I am the silhouette
I am the unread book
Letters and words within me
Arranged in such a way
This narrative keeps the readers eyes fixed
To the words that I say
Evoking an array of emotions
From the first page to the last
Keep you from putting me down
Chapter to paragraph
Heroes and heroines
Acting out in fictional arenas
Facts and figures educate
And quench lifes thinkers and dreamers
The feel of my page on your fingers
The scent that lies within
They judge me on my appearance
Before the first chapter even begins
So I remain on the shelf
Slowly gathering dust
Nowadays they rarely look beyond my cover
I am the unread book
WastedWastedWasted7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And wasted dreams
It seems that today,
We waste everything
And wasted time
It seems that today,
We are wasting our lives
And wasted tears
We don't seem to learn,
And so we waste all our fears!
Forgetting...what life means...
And reliving pain
Then we blame everyone around us,
For making us live this way!
Freedom is a drug,
I wish you could taste it!
But you don't have the desire,
It's already wasted!
And wasted pain
Means we are doomed to do it over,
And we still suffer the same!
And wasted girls
Never get a chance to find themselves,
In this wasted world!
And wasted dads
You wasted all your promises,
And they were all that you had!
Forgetting...what life means...
What it means!!
And reliving pain
Then we blame everyone around us,
For making us live this way!
Freedom is a drug,
I wish you could taste it!
Katniss and Peeta- Love That's RealNow that the districts have been completely rebuilt, it's hard to tell that our home had once been rained on by bombs. Other than our memories, that is, it's hard to tell. No one will forget the terrible suffering that so many people were affected by. We will never forget the tributes that were mercilessly murdered in the Hunger Games. We will never forget the thousands upon thousands of rebels who sacrificed their lives for the righteousness of justice. We will never forget the medics who risked their lives to tend to the sick, injured, and dying. Like Prim.Katniss and Peeta- Love That's Real3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes the memories are unbearable. I don't think I would be able to keep on living if it weren't for Peeta. When I wake up screaming from a nightmare, he's always there, holding me in his arms, telling me in a soothing tone that he's here, that nothing's going to happen to me now.
Peeta has control over his memories now. It seems the tracker jacker venom has left his system for good. I couldn't be happier about that.
Hunger Games FanFic - Ch. 2Chapter TwoHunger Games FanFic - Ch. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When darkness falls, I slip under the fence, into the silent trees as I have often done; this time, though, it is vitally important that no one spots me.
It takes several minutes before I reach the spot, my footfalls soundless and smooth on the forest floor. I shudder, remembering all the horrible things that happened to me in the woods in the Arena. Even nowthough I know Im homeI cannot dismiss the terrible feeling that at any moment an attack could surprise me; I doubt Ill ever be so easy-going about travelling though the forest again.
There he is, just as I knew he would beseated on a rock, staring up at the moonlight filtering through the branches. He turnshis keen senses picking up my whispering boots.
Neither of us says anything, staring at each other across the distance. Finally, I close it, sinking down to the earth beside him. We sit in silence for a while longer, sinking back into our old, familiar trust of one a
10 Years Later- Chapter 210 Years Later- Chapter 210 Years Later- Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My mouth goes dry and drops open in shock. I can feel my bones bristling in agitation. My muscles tensing. The happiness has danced away, leaving a bone-dry silence.
Everybody is looking at Gale, me, Peeta, the blonde girl. Their heads bobbing as they try to interpret our expressions. I feel Peeta put his arm around me protectively, Johanna scooting closer. Finally, the blonde girl breaks the silence, introducing herself as Stella. Her eyes are a dark, dark blue, sapphire blue, almost black. She surveys me and Peeta-- our rumpled clothes, messy hair, with an air of utmost distaste. Her eyes lock with mine for a moment, staring me down, and flit over to my Mockingjay pin. Gale glances at Peeta for a second, but his eyes go over me as if I'm not even there. Which I might as well be. Because in reality, I'm travelling back, to all those hugs, kisses, Sundays spent hunting, the twitch-up snares, the bombings, Prim, catching fire. And suddenly, I ca
IcarusAll he left youIcarus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was the fear of flying -
the accidental tilt of gravity
against the air
and pull of atmosphere
that cracked the ceiling
of your bedroom.
You thought he must be Icarus
from the scent
that tattered the sheets
and the soft, white down
you mistook for rapture -
a sweet tryst of love
But the sun
was cruel that day -
abrupt and lethal,
beckoning you to the window
to study how he wore
the April morning
and watch as ecstacy
made criminals of his words.
Hunger Games FanFic - Ch. 1Chapter OneHunger Games FanFic - Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I dont know what I expect, but everything seems unreal as I step into the sunlight of the world outside. Suddenly, all of my senses are assailed; for a moment, I am stunned and terrifiedliving in constant fear will do that to you. Then, I remember the show I have to put on. Or I die. Its that simple.
Peetas hand, which used to be a reassurance for me, now feels dead in my grasp, like something I cant quite feelmore unreality.
And then I am swept into their arms.
Im aware of the cameras swooping in on us and the cheering and the stumping of hundreds of feet as they all try to get a look at the girl who was on fire No, not just meus, the first cham-pions to return home, both alive; me and Peeta. My fear of everythingmy fear of the Capitol, mainlyreturns to me, reminding me of the show I have to put on, but now there is something more important, something even the Capitol cant den
10 Years Later- Chapter 310 Years Later-Chapter 310 Years Later- Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyes try to make sense of the musty air that I am trapped in, encased in. Dust is zooming through the air in all directions, threatening to choke me, making my eyes burn. All I can see are bodies, bodies, and more bodies. Of the people I love and care about, and people I don't even know. I try to push myself out of my position and deem it useless. As I lie back down on the cushioned velvet chair of the now destroyed hovercraft, I notice my arm around Katniss. Katniss. How could I forget about her? She actually looks peaceful, her eyes closed. Good. I feel numbness instead of pain. That would come later, I knew. But for now, I just let numbness overtake me, like morphling seeping through my veins. I vaguely think of my leg, now in a completely bizarre position, starting at my thigh. If it hurts, I don't feel anything. Probably another surgery right there.
As the dust settles, I can see more clearly. Plutarch has blood coming out of h
CaressWith ever-so-soft finger traces,Caress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I connect the freckles on your chest,
creating our own constellations
in the new milky ways
that erupt into existence wherever we touch.
Your cool caress across my lips
makes my every nerve awaken,
craving the unknown taste of yours.
But you hold back,
leaving me to longingly breathe you in
like a passing summer breeze.
I savour how you shudder,
a silent sigh of your body
as my hand brushes
the top of your spine,
and the way the little hairs rise
into the glow of the moonlight
that slow-dances in the air above your skin.
I wouldn't mind if the sun forgot to come up.
10 Years Later- Ch. 1010 Years Later- Chapter 1010 Years Later- Ch. 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can't get myself to stop shaking.
I lean my head back on the leather headrest of the hovercraft and allow Peeta to wrap his arm around me. His steady hand does nothing to calm my nerves.
It's bad enough that Juniper's missing, but the fact that Stella's eyes are boring into mine makes everything about a million times worse.
Peeta, Stella, Gale, Haymitch and Plutarch are coming along with me on this journey to find Juniper. Plutarch surprised me by saying he would come, and would miss out on the festivities to join me.
"Of course I'm coming, Katniss!" He guffawed; throwing his arm around my shoulder and making me flinch. "I care about your daughter, of course."
I'm sandwiched between Peeta and Haymitch in this stuffy hovercraft. Gale, Stella and Plutarch look back at us. Haymitch is murmuring something about geese and trying to catch Plutarch's eye. Stella is staring at me. Gale is twiddling his thumbs and trying not to look at Peeta o
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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
Caught in Fire, a Hunger Games Fanfiction"Caught in Fire"Caught in Fire, a Hunger Games Fanfiction4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The last thing I wanted to do is come back home and have to give explanations. Having Katniss telling me she didn't really know how she feels about me while I thought my life from this point onward was going to be peaceful and by her side, left me in simple words, torn apart. And now that I'm back home, I'll have no other option than to put on the masks I know so well and be Panem's charming baker boy from District 12 once more. They will be expecting some kisses. Heartbreaking reunions with our families too, no doubt. I wonder if they'll bring in Gale Hawthorne to receive Katniss as part of her family. I remember what she told me back in the cave, that I didn't have any competition. What a joke. Suddenly, I find myself calculating how much time it'll take her before I become a complete stranger.
The train stops and I feel my heart race, but I choose to ignore it. Pull it together, Mellark, I think. That phrase was my wrestling instructor's choic
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
Child PreyChild Prey:Child Prey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...
As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...
Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...
It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...
"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
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I wake up with my body encased between a pell-mell of blankets and pillows, and Peeta. Where am I? What happened? What does it matter?
I move my head very slowly and find Peeta's face inches from mine. My head was tucked in at his neck, and his arms were slung around my waist. Both my palms rested on his chest. The sunlight streams in. I feel at peace.
I do a closer study of his face now, since we have all the time in the world. I take in his soft hair, his relaxed eyebrows. His blonde eyelashes glowing in the sunlight, his straight nose, his mouth curved into a hint of a smile. What is he thinking about?
I raise my head and plant a kiss on his nose. What do I look like to him? What made him fall for me?
Those blue eyes snap open suddenly, but relax immediately when they see me.
"Good morning, beautiful." He says, a smile playing on his mouth. I kiss his nose again.
"Good morning, yourself. What happened last night?"
"Let's see. You blacked out
Big Day: a Hunger Games One-Shot of Effie TrinketWhile the children in the Districts dreaded the day they woke up twelve years old, to live in the Capitol meant something different: a twelve-year-old was allowed his or her first body modification. A piercing, a wig, a new eye color, a tattoo upon your tender, young hands: all were acceptable and encouraged. You are growing up Capitol: time to show the nation who you really are.Big Day: a Hunger Games One-Shot of Effie Trinket3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Taffeta Trinket was woken up early on the morning of her daughter's twelfth birthday, a little before noon. The young girl was already dressed in her finest: a silky, carnation pink day dress, layered with tulle and lace and covered in embroidered tulips. The girl's gown nipped just below where her bust would begin to form in the next year, the puffy layers hiding the woman's hips that were already beginning to widen her girth, and the bottom hem was just above her knees, even though it had sat at her knees when she was originally mea
AnchorI begin to raise my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright afternoon sun when a shadow looms over me, taking care of the job.Anchor3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Peeta, what are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm practicing my knots," he replies.
I squint my eyes and make a face up at him. He just grins down at me. After all these years, that's still his excuse.
Eventually, I close my eyes again, simply enjoying the feel of Peeta's fingers as they play with my hair while I lazily lay on his lap.
With my eyes closed, it seems like my hearing has become more acute and I can hear everything: the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees, the birds chirping to each other, but most importantly, the children laughing. Even with my eyes closed I can still see them clearly in my mind's eye: The dancing girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes, and the younger boy with blond curls and gray eyes trying to keep up with her.
How could Peeta and I have known on that leisurely day up on the training center rooftop that someday we w
PretendAll of my life,Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've played pretend.
I was a princess.
I was a cowgirl.
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
Yesterday.You used to show me yourYesterday.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skeleton, the secrets inside
of you, your marrow. You
run, you shut your eyes, now.
You shut your eyes at the color
of the flowers, the leaves, everything
is orange. I am gathering
acorns. I am wearing your mask.
10 Years Later- Chapter 410 Years Later- Chapter 410 Years Later- Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is my mantra as I head down the abundantly furnished hallways of the Visitor's Center, called the VC. Come on, Katniss. Get a hold of yourself.
Why? You might ask. Now I will tell you.
It's all because of Stella.
The glamorous, beautiful young woman I saw on the hovercraft was only a cover. Stella Maise is someone else entirely.
I bumped into her when Peeta got released from the hospital this morning. She looked gorgeous, as usual. Beautiful violet dress. Radiant blonde curls. A smirk molded into her red lips.
Oh, why am I talking about how she looked? Of course, she looked gorgeous. It's what she did, that is something else entirely.
I was walking with Annie and Johanna, to go back to our compartments. Since both Annie and Johanna are alone, they room together.
I assumed Peeta was sleeping in our compartment. After all, it was 5:30 in the morning. We were on the roof.
So when I bump
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
10 Years Later- Chapter 710 Years Later- Chapter 710 Years Later- Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Right behind me, Stella's beautiful features are marred with a sour sulk. Gale has his arm around her shoulders, and is whispering something in her ear. The carriage glides along the smooth Capitol roads. Couples are staring.
I focus on those eyes, those dark, dark blue eyes. And then I notice, she's not looking at me, she's looking behind me.
Irene and I swivel our gaze backwards, to where a young couple are sitting. They both look scared as they meet Stella's gaze. Well, the woman looks scared. The man looks defiant.
"What?" He asks after a long pause. "What did we do?"
Stella gives a humph and turns around, swinging her necklace onto her shoulder. Gale has one arm around her once more, and is squeezing her tightly. Her dress swings around her knees.
I look back at the couple sitting behind us. The woman has huge hazel eyes and copper blonde hair that is cut in a bob, tickling her chin. She wears a curvy black dress. The
A Taste of Honey, Ch.1This idea stemmed from a roleplay session with a good friend of mine. It's nowhere as dark as The Death of Peeta Mellark, which I'm still working on by the way. I'll be alternating between both. The writing for this is simpler, since it's in Katniss' POV, as opposed to an omniscient view.A Taste of Honey, Ch.13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Chapter 1: Catching A Mockingjay
I hit the wild turkey in the eye. Clean shot.
It's taken me months of practice to catch up to the archery skills I once possessed, and even then, I've been missing more then I used to. Either I catch the animal in an awkward way that makes it less appealing to buyers, or I miss altogether. Still, it's better then three months ago when I grasped my bow for the first time since the end of the war. Pulling the string alone was exhausting and painful. Now it almost feels natural again.
I set the turkey into my game bag with the other one I caug
I'm an Auntie! Also, Boycott Zynga. They're jerks.So Zynga did remove the pony from that scene. For anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about, refer to the previous journal entry: http://dragonsandbeasties.deviantart.com/journal/#/d52ebgd They neither confirmed or denied that it was my pony, but in "an abundance of caution" they removed it from the scene. Whatever. That's good enough for me, though I'm still very irritated at their business practices. A simple google search for half of the items in that scene brings up stolen pictures... Apparently they outsource their art and don't care what comes back. They know that the majority of it is stolen imagery, but they don't care because so few people call them out on it. I did get a lot of entertainment out of all the comments. Most of which yelled "Sue their sorry butts!" so I'm glad I'm not the only one that finds these guys to be total jerkwads. I will not even attempt to sue them because I know they can drag it out and find some sort of loophole or something. It's just not worthI'm an Auntie! Also, Boycott Zynga. They're jerks.3 years ago in Personal More Like This