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Chapter 1 I crept up the stairs to reveal an old room. Seems to be the size of a normal shed. If even that. I walk slowly over to the normal twin size bed. With the normal bedspread and normal pillow.
Lydia an Jupiter were floating along the water on the tree, protected from the icky substance beneath them. "So," Jupiter said, kicking back her feet, "how long have you been here?" Lydia smiled.
Everybody says i would hate to be Katniss in hunger games... Call me crazy, but i would LOVE it!!. Perhaps because of my love of adventure, or just having 2 ppl in love with u.
PLEASE READ!!. Ever think of the hunger games trilogy this way. Its almost as if the capital is us, the whole human race, the superior specie.
There had been many moments in Quinn's life, in which she'd considered giving up. Completely.
That we do not cry at what we have become. A society that fears nothing but everything at the same time. A troop of fundamentalists who believe in nothing, least of all human life and common decency.
Uhuru. I roll the word over in my mouth. Uhuru. I glance over at my fellow mice. We take the wheat of the stalk. We've been doing this since dawn, and will continue until dusk. I look at Amy. Poor...
A long, gilded mirror stood before Quinn. The first mirror she'd ever seen. She watched herself in fascination. It was, she imagined, like an accident.
The Hunger Games The first in a trilogy of books. The first book was certainly something that only caught my eye because of the film.
Please note the below is an imagining of a different universe. The opinions below are not mine but of the characters and I certainly do not subscribe to them. That said enjoy.
Quinn lay on her stomach, the hard mattress biting into her tender skin.
She throwed me the newspapers.
"You fell asleep." "Hrumhh?" Lydia opened her eyes and was surprised to find her head being cradled in the lap of a boy.
Lydia couldn't remember the last time she was with her family. It felt like it had been decades ago, but it had only been a few days. She didn't know why she was here.
Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze. All around her the snapping and baying hounds nipped at her heels and ate at her paranoia.
I march with the crowd, my flag flying high. It is our symbol of peace. I watch people get shot down all around me.
She was panting. Again and again ,she climbed over the trenches and the roots of the big trees. The men that had found her were now far behind, but she didn't want to take any risks.
The great sky scrapers ominously overlook the City of Lights. Each one with its own somewhat sinister presence, the public below walk casually home from work at this late hour.
(Careful - Spoilers, if you haven't watched the movie and want to. :S) Now, I have read all the books and were extremely thrilling. When the movie came out I was extremely excited.
They don't own me they never have I've been braking their rules Going behind their backs. They tried to take her away the only thing I cared for.
Okay, so after mulitple friends nagging me to see the Hunger Games, I kind of gave in. It didn't really look like something I would watch, and the books that come before films are usually better.
~ by Suzanne Collins "you here to finish me off, sweetheart?" Every year in the land of Panem the citizens are forsed to send two teenages from every district, into a deadly competion to fight...
I had been dubious about The Hunger Games as a film since I first heard of the project, and I don’t entirely know why.
& @smellyfingers. A joint effort :-) Bottom of the heap, the escapism beginning to creep, The infecting depression casts a shadow everywhere, The stench of death and blood, but what do you care.