July 9th 2489

My first option was a clover, but as it was neither helpful, nor would it last, I decided against it. The hunger games start in three days and I still haven’t decided what my one thing to bring will be. Most of the other competitors are bringing either a photo or a mirror. Maybe its out of vanity or maybe they want to be a narcissus2.0 of sorts.

I wonder who their echo would have b...

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve believed?” I turn my head over and glare at him through the darkness. It took me a moment to wonder. I already knew my answer of course, but I didn’t want to come off as rash. I knew what I would say but how would I say it without sounding stupid?

I look out over the large pond admiring the elegant twists the riverbeds took, the melody the birds hummed lul...

This was my doing. The body that lie on the floor - that.. that was my doing. I never felt guilty about these things, but somehow I felt this one deep in my soul. Or rather, I thought with a huff of irony wrought laughter, what was left of my soul anyway. The months and weeks and days it took to plan this were innumerable, but quite very sufferable. The credit would be payed to my account soon eno...

And then the door closed. It felt like a closed door. A finality to something that never started.

“Come back,” she whispered, “come back.” And though she knew he heard her that he still walked away, that he no longer cared, that nothing in the world mattered more than this single moment, and she knew. She knew she couldn’t open that door again because what might come back in wouldn’t be the same...

She knew she should stand. That if she stayed she would never rise again. Wouldn’t want to anyway. She should let her assassin succeed. She knew she wouldn’t though. She would stand, and fight, and hurt, and remain. She knew that If she wanted she could touch the stars in this reality. Reality. Such a silly thing. Who knows what truly is and isn’t. She could be walking in a dream at this moment. A...