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I was at the edge of the big field with nowhere else to go. In front of me was a huge cliff with a tiny, trickling stream at the bottom. " I can't jump this." I thought to myself.
The light twitched and flickered as it shook. He sat squarely at a wooden table that had hundreds of names scratched into it, messages of warning and despair. He took no notice.
Crawl. Into the corner. Into the small corner of the wall where no one can see you and you do not exist. Climb quickly. Climb quickly to the top.
"Oh my gosh." I say staring at the skinny orange eyed boy. "Collin who is this. What happened to him?" Collin leans down to his friend. "Cmon. Cmon get up. We need you. He begins to slap his face.
I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't catch my breath, I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked back to see if they were still following me. They were.
Life flashed before my eyes. I saw Jesus there in disguise. The light drew closer and we grew colder. The tense pain was as hard as a boulder. What went wrong, who would have known.
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.
Its so cold mommy, she said in mandarin. It's so cold mommy, as the junk began to sink. Go to sleep now little princess, her mother had then said.
I pulled the knife put. Blood didn't pour from his mouth or out of the wound like the movies. He just looked at me, and fell backwards. Ha. Ha. I sweeped up the broken glass from the kitchen floor.
~This is a mini-story that I wrote when I was 12. It makes me laugh when I read it now as I think the ending is so stupid, but anyway. Sorry if it's a long Opuss.
。。。「Prologue」 Voix, a darkness void within ones soul, heart, being. Its the guilty ridden pleasure that is in everyone's heart. Even yours.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be here. I shuld have been dead instead I'm alive and I see clear.
I watched as the whispering winds gathered around a previous me, as I took my final steps. The one I was watching did not know this. She stepped forwards, a smile opening on her face.
as I looked around at the terrible sight of burnt buildings, stray cars and trees that had finnaly rotted away I realise how long I have been around. this town never meant to look like this.
(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.
Janice looked down at her broken leg and laughed. There was no way she was going to make it for the exam in time any more. At least she had a good excuse. It was 1983.
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.
His plan had backfired. George was unsure where he was or how he had got there. He was dirty though and hungry. By the earthy pine smell in the air he knew he was in a forest.
Before i could run or scream a hand covers my mouth. A small hand, but strong nailing me against the back of a tree. I open my eyes in shock and slide the hand away.
As I awoke to the sound of crickets chirping, I noticed something. My stomach grumbled. I was hungry. I grabbed one of the leftover bananas and started to peel it. Bob was still fast asleep.
He stood there, waiting for his victim. In three minutes his victim would be at the door.
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.
She prowled around me as the flames jumped from tree to bush to branch, an evil glint in her eyes showed that she knew she would be winning this game we had started.
~ 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...