A DeskA laptop humming quietly
Its soft glow like purring
Pencils strewn around
Like by an invisible tidal wave
Bits an pieces of things
Feathers and paper clips
Swept away hastily
To make room in the middle
A cup full of pens
Perfume and scissors
Sharpies and scotch tape
A headband and a sharpener
A flashlight I never use
Pushpins and rubber bands
That I should put away
A lone hand sanitizer
A small red lamp
A bigger white one overhead
Charging to one side
Looking like they're sleeping
Lighting up once in a while
Books I'm reading
Books I wish I was reading
A cutout cardboard Eiffel tower
A valentine's day snow globe
Scented candles I don't know where to put
Underneath it all, a shiny red table
Still looking new
Under its shield of plastic tablecloth
With black and white cow splotches
When A Hero Grows OldWhen A Hero Grows Old2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shepard, the Savior of the Citadel, Hero of the Galactic Community, Conqueror of the Reapers, Champion of All Alien Life. This was the face all knew, but I saw the woman behind the legend. Still made of flesh and bone, and like all, she grew old.
They aren't immortal.
I perfectly remember the first day I prodded her at the first sign of those silver linings in that long brown hair. Father's shot a vile glare that only amused me in younger days but Shepard...her cheeks grew pink and her lips quirked when she snickered. She had a better sense of humor.
Even heroes grow old.
At my father's request, before he passed, she came to our door with two small cases and a dog at her side. She was angry and claimed she was still young enough to live on her own. I teased her about the gray hair. She was silent but a smile tugged her lips and she entered. I wondered if she still remembered the brown her she use to have.
Bitter tears rolled down her cheeks that day in
53rd Hunger Games CH: 1I hear a clanking of dishes and pots as I turn over on my bed. My younger sister Rini comes into my bedroom and shakes me awake.53rd Hunger Games CH: 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Amaranth," she softly calls, "Amaranth, it's time to get up, it's already noon." I groan, still tired, it doesn't take me long to become overcome with anxiety. I was able to sleep in. By this time I would already have gotten ready and be on my way to they South Fields. Looking at my clock and thanking Rini I spring up and run into the kitchen, Rini following close behind. Everything seems to be normal, but everyone knows it's a special day, for the capitol. No one makes a noise, all I hear is the running water on the plates.
"Good morning Amaranth," my mother says, "how did you sleep?" She seemed far too calm, I begin to writhe, how could she be so calm?
"How can you say 'good morning'" I burst. My mother turns her head and her eyes meet my blue eyes. I notice that her eyes are damp and her cheeks very red.
She ignores my outcry and deters her gaze, "Y
The Hunger Games: Tributes Afloat - CHAPTER ONEThe Hunger Games: Tributes Afloat - CHAPTER ONE3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER ONE - REAPED
I wake up with a jolt. My covers lie askew, my auburn hair damp and plastered to my forehead. Another nightmare. Quaking with fear, I stumble from my bed and stand before the mirror. I am perspiring; my deep brown eyes are wide with the knowledge of what will come when day breaks.
Reaping Day. The one day the whole of Panem loathes, except the Capitol. For them, it's the beginning of the most exciting event of the year.
I peer out of the small dusty window and see that it's already dawn. I don't have long before we are gathered in the square outside the Justice building to cross our fingers and hope that it's not us going into the arena this year. Or any year, for that matter.
I sleepily pull on my clothes for today: A green chiffon dress tied at the waist with a burgundy ribbon. I pull my hair
Gale: The Reaping (Part 1)Reaping day is always bad news. Who wants to see which 2 kids from your neighborhood are going to die this year? Uh-huh. Thought so. But this year, an event occurs that will tear me away from the girl I love and keep us apart for the rest of our lives.Gale: The Reaping (Part 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Moments after my best friend's little sister is chosen to die, one voice from the deathly silent crowd rips through the air.
"Prim!" I hear it, strangled with utter panic. Katniss. Naturally. "Prim!" Again, louder and more distressed this time. Then all of a sudden I see her, running up to the stage.
It takes me all of about 1.2 seconds to process what this means.
No. No. You can't.
Pushing Prim behind her with one arm, she shouts breathlessly, "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"
I am frozen. Time slows down. I watch, dumbfounded, as the annoying, pink-haired Capitol froof frets about the rules, as the weary mayor gives his listless consent, as tiny Prim latches on to her sister, screaming Katniss don't go, don'
Last WordsThe wind is blowing. The sky is gray. Like always. His last words were: “I’ll be back before you know it.” She was crying, grasping onto him, begging him not to leave her again. He took her face in his hands and promised that he’d be back soon. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then he had left along with Katniss and the other tributes. She waited for him. Nearly everyone came back, or at least that’s what it felt like to the young woman waiting. Finnick never did.Last Words1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Annie runs a hand through her dark curls, the wind blowing her hair, out of her face while she glances out at the sea. Weeks have passed since she returned to her home in District 4. It was supposed to be theirs. They were supposed to share it. Just the three of them. Annie sighs before starting to head back up to her home in what was previously known as the Victor’s Village. The sand under her feet tickles for every step as the grains get stuck between her toes.