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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
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
The End, The Beginning.As she came upon the MoonClan leader, Brightpaw could clearly see his thread--bright blue, thinner than normal, but woven together with an intricate and uneven red one. She unsheathed her claws, Cinderstar and Ebonystar were holding Fallenstar down, with Echostar and Deadsoul nearby for support if needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Fallenstar--or, whoever was in control at the time--hissed, his mouth contorted in a painful way, his eyes bulging as he pleaded for his life. He trembled slightly, his neck nearly snapping with the effort, before he faced Brightpaw again.
“Do it. Make me pay for what I’ve done.”
Brightpaw nodded, this was the true Fallenstar, his true wishes. Raising her claws, the tabby shut his eyes, looking almost peaceful if it weren’t for the stains of blood and torn flesh throughout his body.
“Fallenstar, leader of MoonClan. By the will of yourself, by StarClan and by the leaders of all of the territories, I remove you from your
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
tGB | how did the universe come up with youi. when you fall asleep // with your head upon my shoulder.
dusk light dimly washed over nandryx, soft pink luminance quietly coloring the gentle face of the young female; eyelids barely hung over her saltwater blue eyes, but they managed to somehow stay open, appearing like fragments of pale, breaking ocean waves that were miles away from shore.
ii. when you're in my arms // but you've gone somewhere deeper.
she leaned back into his midsection, coal-black fur teasing into her fair crème fur. it was dark enough to remind her of ravens and their long feathers, and she grinned up at him. he was staring off, his icy blue eyes idly set on some part of the sky or mountains.
iii. are you going to age with grace?
sanibel liked these quiet moments when the evening air was cool on her skin and the light was gentle on her eyes and he was quiet like this. everything felt still for once.
iv. are you going to age without mistakes?
“you look so beautiful like that,” sh
Mythia's Melon Gum Research
Mythia and Herb are lab partners who love working together as a team. Herb has a knack to test drink any potions before it can be available for public use.
Today, Mythia and Herb are conducting research on creating a special flavored gum that are different from any other common gum people can buy in stores or gas stations. They gathered up all the required ingredients including a fresh green watermelon to get it's flavor.
"Mix them all together and this watermelon gum should be ready to go," Mythia said checking to make sure all systems can go.
"Right on it, Miss Celtil," Herb said and mixed the ingredients as if she was stirring whipped cream icing on a cake.
The machine began making noises like what would you hear in a factory and processed all the ingredients and then finally after the procedure, two pieces of gum were finally made. They were green colored strips that look sweet like a bubble gum flavored gum.
Herb grabbed the two strips and shared one with Mythia. The duo felt acco
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 05How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I teleported away and into the police station since I had to do some worthless paper work and some other boring and tedious tasks. I walked up to the chief and he pointed me in the direction of where I needed to go and I walked up to an officers desk. It was the same officer that thanked me when I busted the car.
"Hi there.... Again....." I said as I crossed my arms.
She jumped up and saluted me, saying, "Oh it's you! My name is officer Nikita-"
I cut her off by raising my hand,"Let me first say, I hate formalities... Not because I'm not interested in meeting others, it just believe they are a huge waste of time....
She slightly relaxed and responded with, "Yes sir, sorry sir..."
I never got a good look at her the first time, but I see that she's an anthro dark husky, 5' 10", short black hair with white highlights, her
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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