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I started running. As I reached the forest, I thought back. What did I know about running from dangerous criminals. I numbered them off. 1.You don't trust anyone.
It's twilight, I'm getting more frightened by the second, I glance around the creepy, giant trees, of the darkened forest. There are 1 2 3 4 5 (I think) figures circling me, faster than light.
"oh grow up Haymitch" said Effie "you know he's not going to hurt you, are you peeta?" "errr" of course not, anyway you two this is Haymitch he is erm meant to be your mentor he will help guide you...
Death. It changes people. It changed me. It can force people to attempt wild things in the name of hope.
The little fledgling peered tentatively over the nest, The gentle chirp of his mother urging as he puffed up his chest, Nearer and nearer teetered towards the ledge, When suddenly without warning he...
When I open my eyes, it's early afternoon. My head rests on Peeta's arm. I don't remember him coming in last night. I turn, being careful not to disturb him, but he's already awake.
I heard a loud bang and then I couldn't see. I remember thinking of trains colliding before blacking out. When I woke up, the world was upside down.
I would never really know How empty you could grow Until you were nothing at all. I would never really hear Your cries, so pained and dear Until the quiet that would befall.
I GIVE UP. This counts as revision, right. There once was a little white horse, Snowy and plain white; of course. All night he would play, Chewing bundles of hay, No sign of regret or remorse.
Tears aside, I got up from my knees and decided to venture out of the alley. I need to get a grip, just because I don't know who I am doesn't mean I am a wuss. Food.
Took a plunge, got alive today. Shot. Fell too short, let his eyes blink. He died. Thought He had really been known. He had not. Slapped so hard, still rings next to eye. He can't believe it.
After everything that I done to get to where I was I didn't feel as though deserved anything except a death sentence.
A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
In my chest are pins and needles, My hands and feet are painfully numb. My mouth is sewn tightly shut, Stopping the words upon my tongue. My eyes, I'd rather were blind, My heart is split in two.
6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
The water is pushing me down and I cant breathe. I huff and blow but its no use. I cough and splutter and fill my cheeks with air. I am frozen and I lose my strength. I am winded, I can't breathe.
In a dim lit room, down the back of a shady bar a certain stench filled the air of cigars and whisky.
A quick dance under a burning tree, On the blackened glass we leap. One foot leaves the ground, The next one hits, and round. Tango our way, as we move, Hearts beating as one, in tune.
It was a light; simple. A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall.
I cry every night now. Screaming for Mama to rescue me.
'Neath a sterile grey sky On a cold Thursday night. You shot me down, in flames I fell, crashing to the colder ground. I had a message to deliver -time critical - had to get there intact.
Lurking in the forest are bright eyes, two ears and a tail. The leader of the pack the proud and dominant alpha male.
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
So I lay down my head. Done for today, over the hills and far away. So tired from the battle, could as well be dead. All the pigs, the snakes, the flowers and the trees.