The 73rd Hunger Games ch.3
Of course my stylist tells me that they're here to make an impretion, I don't believe most of that crap. During the Parade, I can see the chariots ahead, marvelous. Jason and I are in silver headresses, I'm in a dress, he's in a tuex. I don't nervous at all, so I'm waving to the crowd smiling, he's doing the same. This is how Carl said we could get sponsors.
President Snow is at his podium, welcoming us, wishing us luck in the arena then quickly dismisses us. Our stylists and Rosealina congraulate us and say how amazing we looked. Then they turned to each other and started a conversation, I look around at the other tributes. I end at District 1, the boy sees me looking their way, doesnt say anything, he looks at me with a pointed stair, I look away. We're brought up to our room, we're on the fifth floor, for District 5. We sit down for dinner.
"So, what's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Tomorrow is when you begin your training, but I don't want you to show what skills you have to the tributes or th
Stay With Me"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"Stay With Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cato ran blindly towards the noise. It couldn't be Clove who was screaming. Clove never, ever shrieked like that. Never shrieked with such open terror in her voice. As he ran, he saw fire girl running away into the woods, and Thresh running back over to the grassy area. Clove, meanwhile, lay on the ground, crumpled like a broken doll.
He dropped to his knees beside her, his breaths ragged. Clove reached out for his hand, panting. Blood ran down from her forehead.
"You stay with me," he ordered. "You have to stay with me, Clove, do you hear me? I can't lose you, Clove. I can't!"
"I don't want to die," she rasped, her breathing ragged. She blinked, tears running down her forehead.
"You won't," Cato said, feeling hopeless. Tears were running down his face now, too. "You'll be ok, Clove. I promise."
She just shook her head, blood mixing with her tears. Her breathing was slowing now, and the girl Cato loved looked more scar
Sixty Years Later..The old woman sat in her rocking chair by the warm stone hearth, watching her granddaughter read a book near the fire. It was a peaceful moment, and the woman closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. It was one of the good things in living in District Seven, it had none of the hustle and bustle of the other districts. It was quiet. The only sound was the rock of her chair, the turn of pages and the crackle of fire. But too soon, the silence was broken.Sixty Years Later..3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Grandma, what were the Hunger Games?"
The old woman's eyes flew open with shock, then she sighed. It wasn't inevitable, she thought to herself sadly. She was bound to ask some time.
"They were a punishment," the women began slowly, cringing. "A punishment for uprising against the Capitol. They used to rule over us. They had every sort of luxury you could imagine, while half of the nation was starving. Every year, 24 children, two from each district, a boy and a girl, were sent out to the Capitol, where they would fight t
The Careers - Part 31Clove POVThe Careers - Part 313 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I wake up the next day to Cato shaking my arm, "It's time." I quickly spring up and pack up my bag. I check my belt of knives, making sure each slot is filled. I pull my hair into a ponytail and stick two knives into my hair. I shove a few more into my pockets, wanting to make sure I have enough artillery for the battle. Cato puts an extra sword in his pant-loop and carries the sword he favors.
I take a deep breath, "You ready?" My heart is beating incredibly quick, either from the adrenaline of a kill or the fear of death.
Cato examines me starting at the feet and trailing his eyes all the way to meet mine. He's looking at me like he's trying to memorize my every curve and limb. "As ready as I'll ever be," Cato smirks.
I grab Cato's hand pulling him towards the tree-line of the Cornucopia. He seems like he is trying to resist the battle. We have to finish this though. I want to go home, I can't stand it here.
I find a good hiding spot close to the Cornucopia in the brush. In
Annie Cresta's Games - 4Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Crying. All I have done is cried ever since I was chosen for these Games. Everything's happening too fast.
I tune back into reality and realize I am shaking in Finnick's arms. He's held me this whole time, making sure I'm okay. I love him. He makes me feel safe and special, like no one else can.
I sit up and look into Finnick's eyes. A beautiful green, just like the sea back home. Wherever he is, is my home.
"I love you," I tell him. No other words can describe my gratitude and admiration of him. No other words can describe how much he means to me. He has been through the Hunger Games and he is still able to be here making me feel better, trying to get me through it, hanging on tightly for my sake. I stroke my fingers through Finnick's golden hair.
"I love you too," Finn responds, softly.
I smile forms across my face. He smiles as well, "That's the smile I love to see." I blush.
Finn carefully places his hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I lips fall gently on hi
The Hunger Games Marvel's DeathThe Hunger Games Marvel's Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Snap! The lifeless corspe falls to the ground. What used to be the district 3 male, is now a lifeless being. The whites of his eyes showing, nearly unbearable to look at. I turn away and see what remains of our supplies. That's why Cato killed him in the first place, he knows and so do I, that he was suppose to guard those supplies. He failed. The cannon fires and Cato rounds up any weapons from the rack that was under the shade and protection of our barriers.
Cato and Clove begin to walk away from the Cornucopia. There's no reason to stay here, no supplies, no campsite, and in my opinion, no allience. I think back to when I first left home, how my sickly brother's body was sprawled in the bed, chin covered in his coughed-up blood, breathing sounded like gasping. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Gone with the wind, leaving me alone to enter the games.
That's when I remember, the net trap I set up, maybe some poor tribute was stupid enough to fall for it. I hope it's Katniss, Cato
The Careers - Part 29Clove POVThe Careers - Part 293 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cato and I are awoken by Seneca Crane's voice booming through the arena. I sit up startled and Cato grasps his sword.
Seneca says, "There has been a slight rule change." Cato and I look at each other confusedly and worriedly.
Seneca continues, "The new rules are if two people, from the same district, are the final two tributes, they both can win." I look over to Cato, shocked. We can both go home, be together. I have an awful feeling there will be a catch but I don't even care right now! I am so relieved!
"That is all. Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor," Seneca finishes and the arena goes quiet.
"Di-did you hear him?" Cato stands up, "We can both win! We can go home, Clove! I-I can't believe it!" His teeth are sparkling when the sun hits them. This is the largest I have seen him genuinely smile since I've met him. He's truly joyful.
"We can do this, Cato! We can win. We can go home. We can be together," I look him straight in the eyes, smiling. I can'
The Careers - Part 28Cato POVThe Careers - Part 283 years ago in Profiles More Like This
We reach the first fire and no one is there.
"They must have just forgotten to put out their fire," Clove explains, "I saw more smoke over there though."
"Okay, let's go that way then," I respond.
Clove, Marvel, and I jog to the other side of the arena towards the smoke. When we arrive the fire is abandoned, just like the first one.
"Someone is messing with us!" Marvel complains.
"I don't think so, it's probably just a coincidence," Clove argues.
"I'll set up a few traps just in case," Marvel states. Clove and I sit by a tree while we watch Marvel set up a few rope and snare traps.
Clove lies down on the grass and stares up at the tree branches above.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Pretending I'm back home in District Two, looking at the sky through tree branches," she explains. The place where Clove did that was on the top of our favorite hill under a large oak tree. We'd go up there together almost every day after training or school. It's the place we fell in l
A Whole New Game- Chapter 15-A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 15-A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 15: Mechanical and Electrifying
I hate the feeling of people watching me. That's all it's been since we'd arrived, since the second all the tributes had set foot in the cafeteria, our first public appearance. Nothing but thousands of pupils and irises boring into us like hammers, staring as though we are murderers.
Oh yeah. Whoops.
All of us wear the same grey uniform, plastered to our bodies like, well, plaster. The long, shadowed faces of the citizens of the District only add to the bleakness and overwhelming sense of grey and melancholy that seems to loom in the air like a contagion. We sit down to breakfast, all the tributes together at one long, grey table, not daring to make eye contact with the people of 13. I prod at the soggy meal on my plate, faintly aware of the little boy across the room, staring horrifically at my kitchen knife. So far, our first day of training isn't going so hot.
They hadn't really a clue of what do with us yet, or at least that's my
Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 2Do not panic, I repeat to myself, panicking won't help. I take a few deep breaths, still looking at Clove. She seems terrified. I gently hold her hand, looking in her eyes.Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
'I'm your friend' I say. 'My name is Cato. Don't worry, you'll be fine.'
My voice sounds tired and Clove notices it. I realize that having a tube sticking out of her mouth can't be comfortable for her, so I decide to remove it. She is conscious, so she can drink on her own
'Clove, I must remove it. It won't be pleasant, but it won't hurt, I promise' I say as calmly as I can. Clove whispers something like "okay", so I slowly remove the tube from her mouth. Yuk. Clove probably thinks the same.
'Do you want some water?' I ask and then I realize that all water we have is turned to terribly sweet syrup. 'Uh, wait a little '
I get water from stream and purify it, then take a sip. It's still sweet, but not to the point that makes me feel sick. I smile slightly to Clove.
'It's water with sugar' I explain. 'I'm so
Foxface's DeathFoxface POVFoxface's Death3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Many of you may think that the Gathering, where Clove died, I had the easiest time out of all the tributes. Well, you are very wrong. What I experienced wasn't physical pain, it was mental pain.
I got a letter in my pack that I retrieved in the Cornucopia. It read:
District Five Tribute,
Your district was brought in a rebellion formed by an unknown source. Everyone involved
in the attack has been killed. Sadly, your mother, and two older sisters were part of the
rebel alliance. They have been killed. Your father has died from alcohol poison as he
"drowned his sorrows" with liquor. Your friend, Demetrius, was part of the rebel alliance
as well but has been taken into custody by the Capitol to retrieve information. We have
allowed him to give you his last words before we try to obtain information out of him.
His words are:
I love you, more than you will ever know. Show them what you're made
of! I know you'll do your best. I'll be thinking of you all the way up to my
This Game Will Finally Be OverMy name is Katniss Everdeen,This Game Will Finally Be Over3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I am 17 years old,
I was in the Hunger Games,
I was the Mockingjay,
The Rebels have lost,
Today I will be executed,
And this game will finally be over.
What presses me now other then my intimate death of course is this game we call life. A game no one can hope to win. Some will make it farther then others, yes but in the end Death always wins this game. Death has already beaten so much I care about. It beat my father, it beat Rue, it beat Cato, it beat District 12 and it beat the rebellion. Death has already won so is there any reason to keep running from it? The answer to that is no.
The cell where they are keeping me is cold and far to small even for my liking. I find myself pacing back and forth in what little space I have to keep me sane until at 1pm. At that time I will be taken out and executed in front of all of Panem. I'll be the last of the executions; Castor and Cressida we're executed yesterday and Peeta and Gale should have gone this
ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.Shattered3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.
Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then flashing him a grim smile. Her telling him secretly under the stars that killing didn't make her feel exactly human anymore. Their argument over who would go in to kill Twelve and retrieve their packs. Her desperate screech for help, and watching her die, her hand clutched in his. Her lifeless hazel eyes cold and empty.
As the arrow that finally promis
.: Clato fanfiction:. Chapter 1(clove POV).: Clato fanfiction:. Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the reaping. A crucial moment in every careers life. You volunteer when you feel ready, when you feel you can make it out alive. My parents didn't know I would be volunteering today. I had trained for the moment since the age of 5, and I knew I was ready. Suddenly, there was a knock on the doorframe of my opened front door. I look up to see my best friend, (AND biggest crush), Cato's masculine face smiling at me from the doorway. Cato and I had been close ever since we were paired up together for training when we were younger.
"Hi Cato," I said with a smile. Cato walks into the house, grinning broadly.
"Hey, Clover." He teased. He always had teased me about my name, and ever since, that nick-name had developed. "Think fast!" We had both been trained to always be aware of our surroundings, always on our toes, so I didn't need the warning to see hi
The Hunger Gams- Clove's DeathI sit quietly, watching the Cornucopia, eyeing the four backpacks, marked with 2, 5, 11, and 12. I promised Cato I would keep my only eye for District 12 to come out. But she doesnt, inside the Cornucopia, darts the sly girl from District 5, snatches her bag and sprints towards the forest. Maybe she's the one Cato and I should be concerned about. Especially if she made it this far. Impressive. But I focus my attention back on the District 12 pack. I don't care if Thresh comes around and snatches his. Cato can handle him easily.The Hunger Gams- Clove's Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then I see my chance, Katniss leaps from the bushes, loading an arrow, and heading towards the mouth of the golden horn. I take off after her. As soon as she's just a few inches away from the table, I reach for my best throwing knife and threw it at her head, it only misses by a few inches, now she releases her arrow to me. It gets lodged only in my leg. My heart begins to race and I quickly remove the arrow, while she's loading another. As soon as it's out she
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.7The 73rd Hunger Games ch.73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm going to race out there and try to take some supplies, maybe throw a knife or two. Then you two can try to pick some off." I offer up.
"What, if they catch you?" Jason says nervously.
"They won't, I promise I'll be careful. Do I have your okeys?" I whisper.
"Ok," says Julia still peering over at Nick. Jason remains silent for a moment but nods in agreement. I give a small nod back, grib a knife in hand and bolt from the bushes. None notice me for the time being until I reach a backpack and swipe it.
"District 5!" yells one of them. They turn their heads away from each other and focus their attention to me. Then a flying spear comes in my direction. I turn in a zig zag and throw a knife that lands in a Career's chest. A cannon signs. As I turn back to make sure they're still following me, Jason and Julia lunge forward and another cannon fires as I turn away.
I lead them away into the forest, hoping to ellude them. But they're still hot on my trail. I see a cave and run into hiding.
Insane.I stare at the glistening water, tears running down my face. How could he be gone? My Finnick. Dead.Insane.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It's beyond cruel, what's happened. We'd just gotten married, and then he was ripped away from me. But not just from me. From his son. He never lived to know that he had a son.
They tell me I should be happy. After all, we're now free of the Capitol's restraints, and we can really, truly live now. But not me. Finnick was my world. He was all I had.
For a few short weeks, I had what I had wanted for so long. A happy, bright future with Finnick. And then he was killed, and all that I had was shattered, like shards of glass, cutting me, leaving me in agony.
I glance down at my protruding belly. It comforts me, knowing that my son is a part of Finnick. In a way, he'll still be with me. But he won't be there to watch out son grow up. He won't be there to grow old with me.
The Hunger Games took my sanity. The Capitol took my Finnick.
I have only my son left. And nobody will ever ta
Just a MemoryI kneeled beside one of the bushes, carefully resetting one of my snares. They were easy to understand - unlike the rest of my life.Just a Memory4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream. I jumped up, and ran towards the sound. I finally found Katniss, sitting on the ground, holding her knee. Her face was twisted in pain, and I could see that she was near tears.
"What did you do, Catnip?" I asked calmly, kneeling beside her.
"It's my knee. I think I twisted it," She muttered, staring at the ground. "Alright. Gale, you go and get some supplies from my mother, because there's no way I'm having her come out here, and then we'll try and fix my knee-"
I cut her off, staring at her in disbelief. "Katniss, don't be stupid. You can't even heal a paper cut, and I'm not much better. I'll carry you home."
Her eyes widened. "You won't be able to carry me, Gale, I-I'm-"
I rolled my eyes at her, cutting her off again. "Sure I can, Catnip." I hefted her into my arms, and noticed that she really was as light as a f