50th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Like this morning, when I was about to eat a large chicken sandwich for breakfast, she told me to save it for lunch that what the hell did she buy cereal for." Kaitlyn slapped her forehead. "I think that could've be your mother or something Brandon." Grey roared out a laugh. "Jocks are so goddamned dimwitted and stupid." "You're the devil." Jojo's eyes laid still on the goth girl's who gave her the same penetrative eyes. A scream tore through Arc's eardrums. Everything else happened so fast. A yelp extricated from Grey as Jojo was on him, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Strangling him!

she said, raising her scepter. Suddenly I had an idea and I blurted out, "Can we revive our lost teammate?" "No, that is not allowed, The Hunger Games is trying to reduce the number of participants, not increase them. The more participants alive, the more time you spend here. " I pouted in sadness, knowing we couldn't bring Jannah back. We three gathered in a small circle discussing, "Do you have anything to wish for?" Aret asked, Nova and I shook our heads in disagreement as we stood in silence.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.

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Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

Then Natalie arrived, and she was taking up the rapping verse before finally ending with a chorus. Everyone cheered and clapped as they bowed and hugged each other and turned around on the podium. The cake got rolled in and it had six layers and was designed like camouflage, just like the ones in the army. Natalie got down and read the note attached to it. 📃📃📃 Happy birthday to my favorite bush baby. Love Daddy. " Aww... He remembered." Ariana called. Natalie chuckled. " Of course he did... Why shouldn't he?"

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

Dylan wondered as he stood outside, waiting for Florence to approach him, placing both hands on his waist. Florence paid the cab driver and thanked him as he drove out of the residence, and as she stared backward, she saw Dylan standing at the front of the mansion. Florence gulped and resumed carrying the big sack of food items she had purchased from the local market. The money was part of what Jessica had given her. Florence arrived at the front and greeted Dylan, "Good evening, sir." "Yes, good evening. Where did you go?" Dylan asked Florence. Even though he could see all the things she had bought, he couldn't remember when he had given her the money to purchase all the food items she was

Peering through the leaves, her breath caught. A large, multi-colored tent was pitched in the center of the clearing, its flaps wide open. Around a smoldering campfire pit, bodies moved. Naked bodies. Tanned, glistening skin caught the early light. There were five of them. Two men and three women, all in their early twenties except for one woman who looked older, maybe late thirties. They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies.