The Hunger Games
New favourite film right there. Or at least, pretty high on my list. Yes, I know I’m not a ‘true fan’ because I haven’t read the books, but I never claimed I was.
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New favourite film right there. Or at least, pretty high on my list. Yes, I know I’m not a ‘true fan’ because I haven’t read the books, but I never claimed I was.
It sits their, waiting in the middle of the Atlantic, with one survivor. He sits there like a skeleton, on the Deck Barrier freezing , is he Dead. His white face and weak knees would suggest so.
The moon had just risen from behind the mountains, and the sun had set. What was this world coming to.... She thought to herself.
Chapter One Alayah was a littlle girl who has a rough childhood. Her parents got divorced when she was three, she lives with her mom. Her mom doesn't give her the time of day.
Part three. Lygeia, sensing that now would be a good time to stop and rest, lifted her nose to the air. So much was awaiting them in this new territory...game, rivals, mates... It all mattered to her.
Part two. Lygeia really didn't know what else to tell Clove. The young pup was full of questions, and Lygeia was only so full of the answers that he sought. If he asked one more question...
Short in hight but her spirit stands tall with a loving mind. 4 eyes but she can see through 3 hearts of the blind using 2 eyes only 1 time.
(Alright, since I love wolves so dearly, I HAD to make an Opuss fiction about them. Hope you enjoy it.) Darkness. Thunder. Stinging, icy, and repeating needles. Bright flashes of light.
The sorcerer stood on the edge of the rock, overlooking the Slovean Sea. He gestured his hand in a swift, sharp motion, which aroused the raging waves of water.
My first story. Written in the bathroom. Based on a half-remembered dream, inspired by soldiers who have spent their lives serving our country and cannot adjust back to a regular life.
Winter's song has played so long It's lulling me to sleep Bury me in wool and feather blankets Six feet deep Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The year is at its end Praying for an early spring So I can...
Down the street Dogs barking In my own home the musky smell of My wife and daughter between And their breaths steady in and Out in chorus told me They had deep dreams I dreamt with them, yet I...
Chapter 7: Ghost ship The ship was a sorry sight. The back half was burned and blackened. A light layer of ash covered everything like a gray deadly layer of snow.
I was stuck. The metal mesh above the fireplace was stopping my miraculous escape for the now burning house that used to be my own. I panicked. Smoke was filling up my lungs.
Chapter 6: Fire I awoke coughing,and to the smell of something burning.
Mel opens her eyes to night sky, all her memories of pain gone for the moment. But then they rush back, trying to kill her on the inside, so that they can have her body of sticks and stones.
I heard their voices coming closer, not long now. I needed a way out. Fast.
Chapter 5: slave The ship was beautiful,the wood was smooth and glossy with small gold designs.
Chapter 3 For days and days me and Kay were dragged around from port to port. My wrists where slick with blood and stung,at first I would cry but I got used to the pain.
CHAPTER 2 : Kay I awoke sitting against a wall. It was cold out with only my shift on,I fingered the bloody stain on my gown the only thing reminding me of Teresa.
Lilly screamed, for in that instant she though she was blind being brought back to reality in complete darkness. But it all came back to her like a powerful wave destroying a beach.
Lilly's eyes flew open, and in a second she felt that something was definitely unmistakably wrong. Her father was no longer among her presence in the front seat.
“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being...
But for all scientists and statisticians now know of freezing and its physiology, no one can yet predict exactly how quickly and in whom hypothermia will strike -and whether it will kill when it does.