NEW SERIES! BY SKYE!
Hey guys! im starting my first series! all short stories from very popualr urban legands. EG. axe man in the backseat. babysitter. ECT and im hoping to do AT LEAST ten of them. and be warend. if your a bit of a fraidy cat. please dont read them thay will leave you quite freaked! anyways. leave me your thoughts and any suggestions on what stories i should do.
P.S of course my other stories Peetas POV and vanile. will be contiuning. there will be a new chapter up on Peetas POV. some time soon. before this starts im sure.
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After The Games
Pump. Pump. I’m still alive. I don’t know how. This is the only way I know I’m alive. The horrible things I’ve done. Killed. In “hot” and “cold” blood. I used to know the difference. But now everything’s the same. When I kill. When I kiss. When I sleep. When I live. It’s all the same. The only thing that fills me now if air
“Everything I’ve done I was forced to.” That’s what I used to tell myself. That it wasn’t my fault. Denial. Then came guilt. “It was my fault and I deserve to pay.”
Now? Well now there’s nothing. Occasionally I think of prim. And I smile. But then comes sorrow because I killed her. It was my fault. And I don’t care. I don’t care about much about anything anymore. I am Katniss Everdeen. And since the games passed. I’m numb.…
I BURN BECAUSE OF YOU.
this isnt a book. its just a sceen ive written. i hope you like it.
I BURN BECAUSE OF YOU.
“You basted!” I scream
“I’m sorry, I made a mistake.”
“Mistake my ass!”
I take a plate from the dishwashing rack and though it at his head. And he ducks just in time. It scratches the fridge. Do you know what its like to be cheated on? The anger burns your face, your fingertips sting. Your toes numb. And your whole body lights up with detest. You convulse at the sight of the man. I cant control the words releasing from my mouth.
“How dare you! We made vows. Does the word forever mean to you?” I screech.
“I’m so sorry liv please bunny calm down”.
“Don’t you dare call me that. Ever. I’m not your bunny anymore. Or your liv. Or anything. I’m a distant memory. Ge…
My death.
hello everyone. this isn even a novel. just felt like writing it. its just a random scene.
My heart is beating fast. A disconnected, unappreciable pounding. Who knows when It will stop? My shoulder is burring and stinging. The knife still logged with in. The cameras are sure to be picking up the desperate look on my face. The birds a squealing in my ears. My legs are pleading with me to stop pounding the ground. My body is begging for death. My eyes catch a small movement in he bushes ahead. District 2 steps out and growls. District 6 is halted behind me. Breathing fast.
This is it. My death. 14 days in here have served long enough. The arrow shoots though my stomach. I’m not sure from where or who. But it doesn’t matter. It pierces my spri…
THG peeta C9
CHAPTER 9
I walk back to my room (with my glass of milk) wondering what Haymich meant by “It was my fault”. He couldn’t have killed his girlfriend. No way. I walk into my room and say “light”. The lights blear into my eyes “too bright” the lights immediately dim.
“Turn temperature up 3 degrees”. I say to the machine.
“Unable to comply”. A polite voice says.
“Why not?” I ask the voice
“These controls have been restricted.”
“By who?”
“Main control.”
I sigh this is my warning from the capitol. Either because I said I want to leave, or because I took katniss out in the garden. Either way I know I’ve been warned. I nod at the roof as if someone were watching.
“Well what temperature is I now?”
“Seventeen degrees Celsius and dropping”. Great this is going …