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 walang tiyak na layunin from under my unmade cot.
The Reaping. That one araw of the taon 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 Pagsulat tagahanga 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 pamagat 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 sa pamamagitan ng an enormous pair of red lips that screamed at me to wake up, baring its sharp...
Half a taon later, Rapunzel woke up to the sound of her father’s alarm clock in the susunod room over. She looked over at her own clock on the wall. It was exactly six o’clock. Even though her father had retired from his job at the zoo a few months ago, he still got up at six o’clock on the dot. Rapunzel smiled to herself, sadly. Ever since her mother had died, her father had become what some might call a “grumpy old man,” although he still treated her the same way he had always done, with great affection, and she knew that it was just because he, like her, was still coping with dealing...
She had simply kicked off her shoes and flopped down on her bed.
The first thing Tiana did that morning when she woke up was make herself a strong black coffee. The segundo thing she did was reflect on the events of the night before.
After she had made her way tahanan from Lestat’s mansion, for that was what it had been, a great gothic mansion, she had simply kicked off her shoes and flopped down on her bed, too tired to get her brain working straight. But now she was properly awake, she could start to think about it all in a little madami detail.
So, what had happened? Some random, albeit handsome and charming, guy had stood up for her when Facilier had snapped...