December 7, 1954:
**[This log is to track the growth and study of the experiment known as “018.” As written by Dr. Reyna Katri]**
When I was first given this assignment, I was over the moon! Working with the Genetic Study and Mutation Program was a dream come true to my younger self, to know what glorious feats we could accomplish by simple changing or adding onto a humans DNA. While it started ...
He looks surprised, and maybe exasperated. I couldn’t blame him though, how else are you supposed to react when, while stuck in a giant arena with bloodthirsty teens, your ally sits down and pulls out a Language book?
“Really?” He dead-panned at me, “you brought a _Spanish school book _to the Hunger Games?”
I frowned, and argued back.
“Listen, I know its weird. But I’m not gonna lose my streak j...
A winters morning is the most unlikely time to be out in the afternoon. With news of a blizzard hitting, most were inside sipping coffee, sighing from the comfortable warmth, and giving hardly a thought that anyone would be crazy enough to go outdoors.
They were wrong.
For out there in the cold wind of the north, far across the frozen lake, shivering under her red winter coat and white stocking ...
It was theirs, not mine
I did not want the fire and ash
I did not want my husband’s sash
Taken from a battle, bloodied from clash
It was theirs not mine
It was mine not theirs
They did not care for my son’s smile
They did not see my pain worthwhile
They did not care for our lands defiled
It was mine, not theirs
For all my sorrow, they spoke of glory
For all my peace, they spoke of things gory
I...
