Stay With Me"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"
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
Blood on Your Face.Sixty seconds. For me, it feels like a lifetime. Too long, much too long. For others, it probably feels like the shortest sixty seconds they've ever experienced. But they're the ones that will die. Killed by myself, or any of the others. I smile to myself. I've trained my whole entire life for this. Volunteered for it, safe in the knowledge that I'd be coming back home. I know I can win. I'll end up killing the others in their sleep. Glimmer I'll enjoy killing. But Cato and Marvel won't be as easy. Cato, because he's from my District. Marvel, because he's generally nice. At least to me. I think of his reassuring smile that he gave me at the interviews.Blood on Your Face.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Thirty seconds. I glance around. I see scared, trembling faces. I smile again. There's something exciting about the fact that you will kill a good number of these people. There might have been a time when I would have recoiled from this event, recoiled from killing, but now I embrace it.
Fifteen seconds. I make a me
The Rule Change"Attention, attention. The rules stating that only one victor is allowed have been revoked. Two victors can win, if from the same District. May the odds be ever in your favour."The Rule Change3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I look up slowly. Shock runs through me, cold at first, then blazing hot. Cato meets my eyes, his expression as dumbfounded as mine probably is. Then, we're running for each other.
We collide like waves, and he spins me around in the air. I laugh- it's been so long since I last laughed.
Cato sets me down, but his eyes are filled with joy. I wasn't used to seeing him with such openness on his face. Usually his expression was closed off, even more so since the games, but now, I could see every emotion that was running through his head. It was a nice change.
"We could both go home," he breaths, and I nod, my hands clutching his jacket. The tension between us had been growing rapidly- there was only a few of us left. But that's gone now.
"We'd be able to see Enobaria, Brutus..." I trail off, and Cato laughs.
Healing"No, Peeta. Pull back a little further, until your fingers are against your jawbone," Katniss instructed with a smile. She took the bow she was holding loosely in one hand, and demonstrated, quickly fletching an arrow.Healing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Peeta sighed, and tried to copy Katniss' pose. She made it looks easy, simple, beautiful. There was a sort of easy elegance to the way she held the bow, and how calm and precise her face looked while she aimed. One thing Katniss had never gave up after the war was hunting. Like painting was for himself, hunting was Katniss' therapy.
"This is harder then it looks," he said. Katniss smiled a tiny bit at this.
"So is painting, Peeta," she replied. "You make it look easy, the way you blend all those colours and create perfect shades."
"It isn't easy, it takes practice." Peeta insisted. Katniss nodded agreeably.
"Exactly. The same goes for shooting a bow and arrow. You have to relax," she said. She then pulled another arrow out of her quiver, and slowly nocked it. Peeta knew
Sing me to sleep, MommaIvy Primrose Mellark really hated it when she couldn't sleep. She often had trouble going to bed. Her younger brother, however, could fall asleep almost at command. That made Ivy jealous, since he was younger than her. She was eight years old. She should be able to fall asleep easier by now.Sing me to sleep, Momma3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She tip-toed downstairs, knowing that her mother and father were still in the living room. Not reading the newspaper, or watching the television together. Just sitting on the couch. She guessed that they were holding hands. They did that a lot.
As she walked into the dimly lit room, she heard snores. At first, she thought both her parents were asleep, but then her mother's head turned, and when she caught sight of Ivy, she smiled. Her warm, bright smile, that told you plainly that she was happy to see you.
People often remarked on how much Ivy looked like her mother, Katniss. The same coal black hair, olive features and even their personalities were very similar. One of the only things she had gott
ImpressiveClove grabbed a knife out of her vest and threw it at the target. She whipped around, grabbed another knife and threw it at the target next to it. She then retrieved two smaller knives hidden in her ponytail and threw them one after the other. All of this was done lightning-fast, and she turned around and gave Cato a snarky smile. His heart jumped a little, but he hid it well, flashing her an arrogant smile in return.Impressive3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"That was impressive," he said as she walked towards him, putting her knives back into their places.
"This is coming from the famous, unbeatable Cato Underwood," she drawled, looking at him with her piercing hazel eyes. "Should I bow down?"
"That would be nice," he said, nodding, and she grinned at him, and shook her head, all the while playing with one of her knives, twirling it and swirling it around her fingers.
"Yeah right, Cato. I don't bow down to anyone, in case you haven't noticed," she said, raising her eyebrows challengingly.
"What if I were to make you?"
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
Too CleverThe fiery-haired girl stared down at the blood-red berries in her hand. She knew what they were.Too Clever3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course she knew. She had been one of the only ones to take heed to Atla's advice and pay attention to the survival skills. These were highly poisonous berries. One simple swallow and you'd be dead.
She smirked to herself. Were the Gamemakers really so stupid?
She sighed. She thought of her tiny sister, barely nine years old, clutching onto her own dirty, frayed shirt, begging her to win. There was a fear in her eyes that a nine year old should never have to feel.
"You have to win, Natalaya. For me. You're smart, you can win! Please! Just try! For me!"
"Alright. I'll try, Maria."
She thought of her interview.
"Tell me, do you think you can win?"
"Anything got you worried?"
"I'd really like to not have to kill anyone."
"That's going to be tough. Killing is a large part of the Games, isn't it?"
"I'll figure something out."
But she had coun
Cato, meet Clove.Even at such a young age, Clove was scared of no one. Not since her father died and she was accepted at the training academy, which she now called home. Normally, being alone in the Training Centre wasn't the wisest move, but that was Clove. She liked to push things just to see how far they could go.Cato, meet Clove.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
So when that big blonde boy walked in, Clove just rolled her eyes and smirked, and another knife hit the centre of the target. Clove saw out of the corner of her eyes that he was smirking at her, like she was too little to do anything good.
Fury raged inside her. She could beat him in a fight. She was smaller and quicker, and had an advantage with her knives. Finally, he turned away and began working with his spear. Clove got an idea, and without thinking to what the consequences would be, she sent a kinfe spinning towards his head.
It hit the wall besides his head. Clove continued throwing her knives at the target board, even daring to whistle innocently, not looking at him.
"You've got a
How to Kill a Mockingjay. Chapter One."...And here is the place where I love you." I finish, laughing softly as the Mockingjay repeats my song.How to Kill a Mockingjay. Chapter One.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I am trying to escape the inescapable. I'm trying to forget that today is the day of the Reaping. Maybe I'll lose myself and live in this moment forever. But I doubt it.
I'm sitting in the orchards with a Mockingjay, and we're singing songs back and forth. I don't even know if I'm allowed here. But I don't care. Besides, all the Peacekeepers are busy getting ready for the Reaping. The last thing they'll want to do is to check and see if little girls are in the Orchards or not.
I'd been here for about two hours, sitting beneath an old apple tree. I whistle goodbye to the Mockingjays, and walk off towards my little shack of a home. I can't escape the Reaping, after all.
I walk through the opening, since we can't afford a door.
"I'm home!" I call, and several pairs of feet come running to greet me.
My eight year old sister Lily, my three year old sister Potana and my five year old sis
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
A Whole New Game- Chapter 16-A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 16-A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 16: Homecoming
Peeta guides me down the bleak hallway and to the hospital-I knew that I didn't have the strength to manage this alone. He pushes open the door and lets me through. I take a deep breath and walk forward calmly. "Hey Rue." I say gently, laying a hand on the little girl's shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" She shifts slightly and smiles that familiar glowing grin. "I am alive. I know that I can get better, I'll try really hard." I draw closer to her and hug her gently. She's so much like Prim. It makes me miss her. I wonder when I'll see her again.
"I'll be here every step of the way." Rue smiles even brighter at this. "You're the older sister I've always wanted."
Not sure of how to respond, I shift back slightly. Unfortunately, I am unaware of the fact that Peeta is directly behind me. I accidentally send him staggering back into a cabinet, and he manages to knock the cabinet over, spilling all the chemicals that were stored within. A nurse
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
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
A Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 12-A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 12: Confession
As I slip in and out of consciousness, images of the last few minutes in the arena flash through my head.
The sound of running footsteps woke me up. For a moment I remained unmoving, remaining silent as they approached, slowing to a stop underneath me. I looked down and saw the girl from 12 and her district partner, the little girl from 11 strung across his back. I shifted down to a lower branch to listen in, moving silently among the branches.
The boy from 12 stopped and gently set the girl from 11 down, the girl from 12 in a panic. As I leaned in closer, I saw the reason for her worries. The little girl was bleeding profusely from her shoulder and spilling onto her chest. It almost looked like a bite...
"Rue, Rue! Don't you dare close your eyes! Look at me! Just keep looking at me..."
"Katniss, I-" the little girls voice faltered.
"Rue, stop it! You are going to be okay. Peeta, any sign of more?" Katniss asked while looking
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
How to kill a MockingjayHappiness. Most took it for granted. You probably took it for granted. I did, too.How to kill a Mockingjay4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Feeling happy is a beautiful thing to feel. You feel like there is a huge ball of sun projecting from your heart. You feel as if nothing can stop you, and you'll do anything to try.
But the happiness never stays. It never does. And when it leaves, you feel like that sun has burned out, leaving only a few smoldering embers. Embers that remind you of your past happiness, and makes you yearn for it.
That's how I feel here. I suppose that's how all of us feel. After all, who could be happy, with what we have to go through?
The Hunger Games. The food shortages. Watching people die on TV in brutal, unbearable ways. The Reaping.
I used to be happy. A happy little girl, playing with her younger siblings. But I didn't know what goes on every year. The Hunger Games. Not to mention how little food we get. I don't think I've ever been truly full in my whole life. But I try to stay strong, for my sisters. If they see
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