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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Hunger Games world, which is trademarked by Suzanne Collins. I don’t own any of the characters or settings mentioned in this story. Clove- The reaping is a festive event in District 2, unlike the poorer districts. At least on first glance. The young children don’t look as afraid. They know if they are reaped another older child will volunteer for them. It is our job to take their place, to bring pride to our districts. We save them out of duty, not love. The District 2 esc...
Weekly Contest #69
Every Thanksgiving there were two tables. One was long and rectangular with a white table cloth draped over it. Knives, spoons, and forks were wrapped in lace napkins. They were held together with strings of seashells and bells that jingled when touched. The chairs had tall, elaborate backrests and feet shaped like the paws of lions. There was a carpet with a mandala design beneath the table that caught on the chairs when they were pulled out. The other table was in the kitchen. It was small and square-shaped with four chairs placed on eac...
Weekly Contest #68
The sunlight streamed in the translucent windows, flooding the small office with light. No matter how much the world has changed, the sun has always been there. Never failing to rise every morning and look out for them. “The island is full, sir,” reported an officer standing in the doorway. He wore a solemn look on his face, already mourning those who wouldn’t be saved. The elderly man he was addressing sat behind a wooden desk covered with maps and charts full of information about Earth’s population. He continued to study them, even though...
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At first when I wake up, it feels like any ordinary Saturday morning. I reach over to hit the tempting orange snooze button on my phone before I catch myself. This morning I can’t afford to allow myself ten more blissful minutes of sleep. Today, there is somewhere I need to be and I can’t be even seconds late. The moment I remember my plans for today, the relentless nerves return. There is a queasy feeling in my stomach as I force myself to eat breakfast. I don’t have much of an appetite, but I’ll need all the energy I can get. At 15 minut...
Weekly Contest #65
They were the real witches of Old Salem. Thousands of innocent girls had been burned, drowned, or stoned in their place, accused of being possessed by the devil. All the while, the guilty hid in plain sight. As carefree children, giggling and skipping wherever they went. Only one night a year could they drop the facade and assume their cursed identity. This afternoon, the shining smile on Iris’s face almost felt real. As she walked through town, cheerfully waving at neighbors, her thoughts drifted off. To tonight, when all young witches of...
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