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The hunger games is a film I have waited to see with the past year and an a half due to the exhilarating teaser trailer, and I was not a die hard reader of the books also.
When your number is called, you should make your way down to the nearest disappear house. Well, we call it the disappear house, it's formally known as the "centre of honour".
I was the girl everyone wanted to be I kept saying to my reflection. I sucked in my stomach and ran my fingers through my hair one more time. Outside my partner beeped his car horn.
George was a man to be watched over, that was for sure. He was different, he could sense things others couldn't, hear things. Hearing voices doesn't always make you mad, just different.
The construction room buzzed into life, with a faint hum, rather like that of an insect, penetrating the thick, clean air.
She stopped. And for the first time since she had started, she took her surroundings in, realising she had absolutely no clue where she was.
(just an extract from the prologue) When you wake up to screaming sirens in the dirty streets, your whole body switches to hyper alert.
The dripping noise in that alley just made everything more ominous. And as Jack Stamp rounded the umpteenth corner, he found its source.
I'm coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head. "Handsome lad like you. There must be some special...
I sat bantering to the blue haired man beside me. My every word monitored by the audience. He asks me if I have girlfriend back at home.
So here I am. Sitting here, in an uncomfortable chair in a silent room. Waiting to see my brother for the last time. I wonder what colour my eyes are now.
Another day, another battle. Chapter 1 - Switching Roles " Scientists have just announced a cure to the global pandemic vector-flu which has caused over 400 million deaths as of yet.
Chapter one: Cell 16. My name is D5-Z. I am a prisoner in this cell, in this country, on this planet. The country?.. A place called America. The planet?.. Earth.
************************************ Today, I will be telling you about the book Hunger Games. It is my favourite book in the world.
--- Part 2. Again, comment as to whether I should continue, and any criticism is welcomed.--- Autumn stepped out from her hiding place and smoothed down the too-big jacket she wore.
So this is a Harry Potter/Hunger Games fanfic. I will try my best to actually complete this one. Summary: It's the seventy-fourth Hunger Games and this year, instead of 24 tributes, there are 32.
If there were to be one single peace-loving government of the world, no border would close, no child would be left uneducated, there would be universal healthcare, employment could be shared so all...
The shutters on the window split the blaring rich yellow light, causing me to squint as their broken, structured shadow ran over my face in a consistent pattern.
--- Another start of a short story. Comment as to whether you would like me to continue it.
The darker it became outside, the more restless Ivy became. No one in the Compound liked the dark, so at 5pm prompt, the lights would gain full power and brighten every nook and cranny.
Books are very helpful. They improve your reading skills, spelling, grammar, vocabulary, writing skills, and a lot more. They serve as a pleasure sometimes and a source of knowledge, most of the time.
In the centre of the wall, a single red light flickered on. The small, black speaker below it crackled into life, and a cold, metallic voice filled the room.
Crash bang crash bang. Boom boom boom. Please welcome the horrible Harry. "What did you just Jordan" "Nothing sir bye sir" I hate Harry he bossed me about. I went in there to write this story.
Hi, It's Alexandra. This is a new type of blog that has taken me AGES to write. This blog is a LONG list of books that I would like to read or have read already.