Red wire connects to the black wire, blue wire connects to the voice box, white wire connects to the --
“Milo! We need to get to the Reaping! Get dressed,” my mother cries, peeking her head into the dim closet of a room where I am focused vicariously on my work. I nod in assent and begin to pull clothes at aleatório from under my unmade cot.
The Reaping. That one dia of the ano when everyone in District Three, Shoppie and Techie alike, have to gather in the square and be put at the complete mercy of the Capitol.
Then I was being chased around last year’s arena by an enormous pair of red lips that screamed at me to wake up, baring its sharp white teeth.
*I've decided to try my hand at composição literária fã fiction with this, I hope you like it! You need just minimal knowledge of the Hunger Games Series to enjoy this really. The story will be told from the POV of various tributes, and the story título is a bit of a misnomer, as there are some other animated characters in this.*
My dreams were terrible, awful phantasms of black fog and aquamarine Grim Reapers, scythes carving an enormous number one in my chest. Then I was being chased around last year’s arena por an enormous pair of red lips that screamed at me to wake up, baring its sharp...