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misunderstandings keep me young I looked around. The vicious sun stung my eyes, made them water. The cornucopia was still littered with goodies, I didn't need to suck the Capitol's dick for sponsors with all of this shit surrounding me.
I raised my voice, I made them know we had to get moving, and then I went to pick around for other things I could get my hands on.
"Excuse me," I heard behind me, as Thad tapped my shoulder. I turned to see him snarling at me, his face all made up like a dog that had his favorite squeaker taken away, "Who the fuck do you think you are around here, giving orders?"
My response came as quick as a whip, "Oliver Green?" I cocked my shoulder and gave him a smile to go along with my p
HGOCT: Training 4/4
Ol rode the elevator down for the, what felt like, thousandth time with her district mate, Haze. Some days, they were silent. This was not one of those days.
"Okay so you're telling me," she was saying, "that the soccer team in Mexico is better than ours, based on the sole fact that they have Cortez and we don’t, period."
"Yes, that's what I'm telling you."
"You're a lunatic," she stated with absolute certainty, a less than amused expression besmirching her face while they both left the elevator. She slurped her juice pouch and handed it off to Haze, who promptly dropped it.
"I am a man," he said, "and men don't drink pink beverages. Be gone, woman, and return with something brown."
Ollie laughed out loud, "Don't make me sock you," she said between breaths. They opened a door, leading to the same rectangular, cramped side room that they had seen on the way to the training center every day, only now, there were benches erected along the walls and most of the tributes were already
HGOCT: Training 3/4Ollie rode the elevator down, stretching her arms by swinging them back and forth before her. The sound of her neck cracking made Haze wince a little but otherwise, the ride down to the ground floor was silent. Ollie didn't even notice the awkwardness; she was too excited to get out there and see the training room again. It was every career's wet dream, really. The first few days of training, she had sized everyone up, and continued her ritual as usual, as though the others weren't even there. She also learned how to start a fire, which was cool. Maybe one of these lovely children would be lucky enough to stumble on her when she made camp in the arena. The non-careers had to worry about smoke giving away their position in the field, but Ollie said, let them come, so she could fry up their asses nice and crispy.
She was already a pro at fishing, knew her way around a spear so well she made sharks out to be as easy to kill as household pets, and with how many rounds she could go with the
Final Round: Heroes (Written) I was intensely glad to see her. She had come out of nowhere like a hero, leaping onto me, even though I'm sure in our time apart, she had gained some injuries of her own. Like I had. Her eye was well on it's way to swelling shut, and those icicles did her back no favors. She rolled off of me and sprawled beside me. I couldn't move either but in a moment, we were forced to sit up. Noises came to us from the other side of the lake and we couldn't afford to let our guard down. I turned to her and I felt my face go white looking at her. She was in horrible shape. And by her expression, so was I. But that wasn't important-- I couldn't possibly sustain all of these wounds and survive, and even if I could, I didn't want to. Not if that meant that she would have to die in my stead. It would not have been wise to put the ointment directly on her eye, especially as it continued to bleed profusely. Blood slid off her face and was caught by her torn up shirt, but I cleaned it too, a
Tried to WalkIt’s been a while. My hand ghosts the curtains for a minute before I pull them all the way shut with my one arm. I try not to think about it, but it’s like not noticing if someone sprouted an extra head. There’s plenty to distract me though, like the fact that I could no longer hold a wand without fumbling, or that I pretty much came out to my family and admitted that I’ve been crushing on this guy I’ve known since before Hogwarts (and he happened to live with me now, so that didn’t make things much better). More pressing was the fact that my best friend had passed away almost a year ago.
I thumbed the drapes, praying to a god I wasn’t even sure I believed in to make things like they were before the war, but as usual, nothing happened. I deserved to be happy, I thought, although maybe I’ve been self-centered. Is that really a bad thing? I leaned my head against Marshall’s window pane and looked out. He liked his room the best, even
HGOCT: Swan Song (Written)Solemn the drums
thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
As the stars that
shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry
in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
(Robert Laurence Binyon)
My name is Draken Fortier. I am thirteen years old. I’ve been stabbed three times, maybe more. I am lying in the melted snow, cradling the corpse of a girl I’ve known for maybe all in about twelve hours. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?
I ask Renee this question maybe a dozen times, mingled with the apologies and sobbing I offer. She, of course, says nothing, stays limp like a grotesque rag doll. If I didn’t know any better, I could say that she was alright, just sleeping. Her face was still flushed with blood, and there were no horrible jagged wounds crisscrossing her chest like there w
OllieollieoxenfreeShe had spent all night at the academy. Again. But training came first, and she would keep doing this until she was eighteen. She was going to volunteer, but this year went to this year's favorite—Teresa. The academy gets a lot of applicants; kids who want glory for their district, their family, a mansion, the works. Seems cool right? Well it is. But for career districts, volunteering isn't just something you do, you have to be the best of your group. A panel of victors, and other judges that were around from when the games were new have to pick you out from a small ocean of other kids who want desperately to raise their hands and cry out "Pick me!" when assembled at the reaping. Oliver had it in the bag for next year—so much so, in fact, a lot of the girls from her division and age group dropped out because they didn't want to waste time trying against someone so obviously destined to win. Even the boys were a little nervous. There could only be one victor in the hunger games,
To the future. To you and Wesley.Curtis doesn't usually 'dress nice' but lately, he has been. Since the discovery that a suit on a man is pretty much the male equivalent of wearing lingerie, he makes an effort to look sharp. Today, however, was his wedding day. He thought he honestly never looked better in his life, though that was nothing to his—his stomach did a backflip—husband, Wesley Fletcher. He took off his tuxedo jacket (par Wes's request, really, but it was getting sort of hot on the dancefloor) about an hour ago, and his new life-partner was thumbing his suspenders idly as they talked. They almost couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The vows were kinda hard to get through because holding each other's hands and saying such heartfelt, meaningful things was impossible not to chase it down with a kiss.
"You had to wear these?" Wes said after a pause with a smile on his face that had been there since the moment they said 'I do'. Hell, before that even. The planning phase was bliss, the propos
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah (Written)I can walk, I can see just fine, and I can run if I need to, but I’m not at all strong. It’s been maybe a day or two since Caleb died, and since then, it’s been hard for me to breathe. I felt like his death was dragging me into a veil, like water sucking down on something, pushing it under. I’m drowning 24/7, I can’t sleep and I twitch when I’m on my feet, so badly Elicia is no doubt getting annoyed with me. I can’t help it though. I can’t help screaming his name when I sleep, crying myself awake and vomiting up whatever I ate before bed because I swear I can still smell his blood on my skin.
I am wrecked. If it wasn’t for me, Caleb would be fine—or not ‘fine’ fine, since he’d still be in the Hunger Games but, there’s a difference between waiting everyone out and killing. Now more than ever I’m sure I won
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader) That was a final day of your work on school photos you had to take for some geology lesson, and you felt a nice warm rays of sun keeping you in a perfect mood, as soon as they made it yet better.
“That’s the weather I was just waiting for~ ”, you said with glad voice, walking through the chilled, green and attractive in itself forest.
Tall and seemed just like painted with pastels trees were surrounding you everywhere but the path you were walking through there. You felt cooled down there, as the sun hidden behind the corona of trees wasn’t making you overheated or at least shining harshly in the screen of your camera. You heard the birds singing, pleased with the great weather, flying from one branch of tree to the another one, making the orchestra of their throat sounds and sound of forest itself, as well as water splashing somewhere near you or your own stepping on the sandy path.
“It seems so peaceful in here”, yo
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
Just for Today Part 3
Just for Today Part 3
Hi, again. Nicole speaking. This mic is on, right? Good. So we’re just taking a break from practice. Jill is so amazing out there. It really makes me wish she was born a girl. But, I do have to respect that Jill is really Jack. He really has an open heart. I can see why Holly has a thing for him. But, just a little while ago, I saw Jill walking away. I wonder why. And I wonder if Sarah really is sick. Well Mr. Narrator, let’s all hear it.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” Jill said. “Just let me ask you a question. Why aren’t you in bed getting your rest, Sarah?”
Sarah was a little hesitant at first. Then, she started to cry. Jill brought her close to her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jill said. “I just want to know if something’s bothering you.”
Sarah eventually calmed down and began to speak.
“I…I didn’t mean to deceive anyone,
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Just for Today Part 2
Just for Today Part 2
Hi everyone. I’m so excited that I’m finally getting my chance to narrate this bit. So as of now, the team and I were going to practice our cheer routine for the big game. And guess what, Jack, I mean Jill, is going to help us. I almost feel sorry for pushing this on her, but she’s too cute to not have on the team. Well, this is just for today. Better get out there, the team’s waiting. So is Jill. *giggle*
“Is there any chance I can change my mind,” Jill said, who is now clad in a blue cheerleader’s uniform.
“A man wouldn’t go back on his word, now would he?” giggled Nicole.
“That coming from the girl who changed me into a girl,” protested Jill. “This uniform is so embarrassing. How do you girls do it?”
“It’s just us,” Katie said. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be pumped up enough to forget that you’re e
Anime High: YamiIn the grounds of the high school, you got out of your (Relative) car. You had just started high school and were shaking like a leaf. People were walking in and you waked in as well. You decided that you would stay quiet and out of sight. You made no eye contact with anyone, although the guys you could see out of the corners of your eyes were cute. They also had huge groups of girls following them. You had to tell yourself more than once that you didn't stand a chance with any of them and that you should just forget about it.
You began in Homeroom and you got a seat at the back of the class. You took a look at your schedule and after the bell rang, you looked around to see who was in your homeroom. It was hard to do with the spiky-haired guy in front of you blocking your view. A sigh came out as you could not believe how unlucky you were. As homeroom continued to bore you, you decided to get out your journal. Before you got your journal you came across your scissors which made you gigg
Chasing the sun homeGuilt had nothing on Noah Valentine. Guilt couldn't even hope to describe his emotions when he came jumping up the front steps to the lobby and hurtling up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long. They weren't living the life of luxury, but they were together in a tiny, cramped apartment he paid for in more ways than one. His body was screaming in protest at the extra exertion. He was exhausted, too exhausted for this, but he still sprinted to the door and fumbled to get his keys in the lock. Quidditch had lost all of its fun now he had to do it nearly every day and still try to beat the sun home in time to tuck his new baby in at night. He came silently through the door, dropping his duffle bag noiselessly by the welcome mat and slinking off like a shadow to one of the rooms. This door squealed mercilessly, but he peered in hopefully and….
The blonde baby was in her crib, with her thumb in her mouth, tangled in her favorite blanket that would change color with her mood (on
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