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.11 year 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
An Unexpected Child Ch. 1An Unexpected Child Ch. 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Damnit!" she yelled.
She was in shock and fear. This couldn't be happening, right? The Mistress was pregnant and she knew all too well who the father was. Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be the Warden? She had lost control that day. She didn't know why. One moment she was herself, the next she lost all control of the world around her. She came to and found herself in bed with Warden. Oh, how she dread that day! She at first thought it was a dream but realized she was nude in the same bed as him. Her whole world shattered that time. She was glad to get out immediately. However she still had that fear. That fear of the risk of having a child.
"Idiot!" she yelled, swooping her arm across the desk and throwing everything off.
Why that damn overgrown child never put on a condom was beyond her. She hated him for that. When she arrived back at Ultraprison, she quickly got herself tested. She didn't know what the Warden did to himself, or if there were others. But thank