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Your protagonist is selected to enter the Hunger Games, and is allowed to take one non-lethal item in with them. They choose something very unusual...
Write about how this item helps them survive.
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I am, first and foremost, an actor, the perfect star of their pathetic show. I can be whatever innocent kid tugs on their heartstrings or the nightmarish murderer that plagues their little ones at night.
Maybe this would turn out for the best. It’s not like the arts are much appreciated in the districts as a career anyway, so who knows if I’d even have a wage to keep my pretty little head afloat....
“What the hell is that?” Gabriel looked down at the tiny photograph in my hand. “You need to have something that is gong to help you in the games, not distract you from surviving.” I shrugged and smirked; getting on his nerves were the most entertaining and enjoyable thing there was on the planet.
“I like it.” I murmured and held it up to my face. The picture was of when me and my Mom first move...
Hand sanitizer. You have any idea how gross the outdoors are? I’m Amaya from District 3, Technology and I’m sort of a neat freak. If I’m gonna die I would at least like to die clean your know? Ugh can you imagine not showering for a week? Gross I can barley do it for a day!
Anyway I don’t plan on winning this stupid game, I plan on being the prettiest. After all I am in the higher up districts an...
“You want… this?” My mentor says, holding up the bizzare old toy.
“Yep!” I respond, trying to keep my laugher in so he knows that I’m serious.
He jumped as it made an annoying noise. “You know this will get you killed instantly.”
“Eh. I beg to differ.” I snatched the fuzzy, big-eyed toy out of his hands, holding it up in like a trophy. “Trust me, with this thing I’m getting back home no probl...
“Brocadea Rya, District 8. Please step forward.” The judge booms, flanked by his intimidating peacekeepers, no matter how many times I’ve seen them in these past days it never gets easier.
‘Their white uniforms must so easily get stained of blood.’ I think to myself.
‘Present your item, non lethal.” The judge almost growls with an arrogant tone.
I pull out my large spool of thread and throw...
**It all started, as these things often do, with a request: kill the others. **
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**The “others” harbored various states of defiance on the eve of the opening ceremony—some promised death upon their competitors by training harder and with more might than I’d ever seen back in my hometown of Angelina, where we hunted squirrels and rats; some entailed mutterings or outright shrieks to avenge thei...
It’s gotta be thick. Dark. Bold.
I want font on my limbs to remind me why I’m here.
there’s no penciling my way around this one, put it on permanent. I’m here to stay in this game. To live. To survive. The only instrument with any hope of helping me survive is filled with ink. Stains my skin. Reminds me to breathe, fight, stay strong, and begin again....
“I could not simply leave him,” I protest with a glint of mockery.
“You could have” -he pushes me down to the ground, his body heavy against my own, as a knife flies by- “and very well should have.”
I look up into his deep, green eyes. The sweat beading on his face and causing his dark, curly hair to drip. His suit is torn and we both pant in a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. I smirk at him...
Meet Alex, a resourceful teenager with a knack for tinkering. When selected for the Hunger Games, he opts for an unusual item: a solar-powered portable water purifier. While it may seem unassuming, this device becomes his lifeline in the arena.
As the games progress, Alex cleverly uses the purifier to not only provide clean drinking water but also to camouflage his scent from predators, by purify...
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