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ReapingsThe First Reaping
"Finn, I'm scared," Annie said, gripping her elbows and staring out at the ocean. "What if they pick me?"
Finnick hugged her close. "Out of all the people in District 4, Annie Cresta, I doubt they're gonna pluck out a twelve year old who's name has been entered exactly once."
"What about you Finnick?!" She demanded, panicked, "What if they choose you? Your name is in there, like, ten times!"
"Annie, I'm fourteen," he reasoned, "When was the last time they called a fourteen year old?"
She bit her lip and remained silent.
Finnick grinned. "What was that?" He poked her side, and she suppressed a giggle. "Huh? I can't hear you over the sound of my awesome self's breathing!" And now he full out tickled her, sending her into shrieks and riots of laughter.
She cried through her giggles, "No! Stop it! Stop! Stop!"
No! Stop it! Stop! Stop!
It was all Annie could think when they called out his name.
"Our second tribute is, Finnick Odair!"
Anxious HandsArms treble and fingers twitch.
"Did you hear about..."
"OMG you're so mean!"
"Hey best frieyand!"
"I mean, come on, really?"
"And then my boyfriend said..."
"There you are!"
"Did you see what they did on..."
Eyes flick from side to side.
Shoulders recede farther into jacket.
Lip held firmly between teeth.
"You need to make it a bit more textured."
"You're basically a bag of bacteria"
"When you hunch it puts unhealthy pressure on a number of your organs"
"You know if you just use this tool, it would go much faster."
"You need to get with me and pay attention!"
"People tend to get judged by their appearances."
"You guys who are behind really need to catch up because for the activity we're doing..."
Not good enough. Must have to do more somehow. How? Do more. Work harder.
Shoulders go up to ears, people pressing all around.
A bright and happy person here.
A couple with their heads together, talking quietly.
A group of friends all joking around, almost touch.
"I am not af
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Prose please. I'm not very good at poetry, mostly really, really, REALLY bad stuff.
I'm sort of a bits and pieces writer. I write some short stuff, I'm working on a novel, I do a lot of, and I do mean a lot of song inspired stuff.
Like I said, I tend to be all over the place. Short stories, one shots, novels, fanfiction, prompts, whatever.
I need someone to look over my stuff for anything that's wonkey or out of place, or stuff like that. I really need someone to look at my writing and go, "Dude, you realize how freaking LONG that sentence was?" Mostly revising and editing. Also someone who can be like, "Dude, you NEED to work on this story." I can do the same for you, it's just with my own stuff, I tend to miss where I
SING to the Broken"I don't like it here, Mikes." Gerard said, looking around their new "home".
Mikey came over and stood next to his brother. "Why not?"
"It's too..." Gerard couldn't find the word.
"Clean?" supplied LynZ, coming inside with Bandit on her hip.
Gerard nodded. "Yeah. Clean. Orderly."
"I miss my tattoos." said Frank dejectedly from the pristine couch, scowling at his bare arms, his voice missing the scragglyness from years of smoking. "I feel kinda naked without them."
"I know what you mean," said Ray. "I'm never going to have a crappy fro day again. It makes me sad." Christa smiled and plucked at one of Ray's now pristine, individual curls.
Jamia attempted to be the cheerful one, keeping half an eye on Cherry and Lily. "At least we're all together right?"
Alicia shrugged. "I guess. Still, it's kind of amazing that we could be unhappy in the one place where you're supposed to always be happy."
"Tell me about it," Mikey said tiredly.
Gerard couldn't deal with it anymore. "I'll
Life of an Awesome Frog 2"Where did you get all of this?!" Party Poison demanded.
I shrugged, saying nervously, "Out and about." I bit my lip, and out of habit one hand went to pinch my side. I barely registered the pain.
"Dude!" said Kobra Kid, seeming to actually be excited, "Look at all of this! I haven't seen this much food in so long!"
"Food?" asked Fun Ghoul and Jet Star at the same time. They came up, and both of their jaws dropped in astonishment.
"So... Much... Food..." breathed Fun Ghoul.
"We have to take this to Dr. D!" cried Jet Star.
This snapped me out of my nervousness, my hand came away from under my hip and I shoved Jet Star back. "No way in hell are you giving my food away!"
Kobra Kid looked reproachfully at me. "What does one person need with this much food?!"
I glared at him. "It's not just for me."
"Who else then?" He asked snottily.
I glared harder. "Families."
Now they all looked confused. "Families?" asked Jet Star.
"Yeah. Families." I explained what I had been doing while search
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