District Eight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue. ​I struck the carriage-return lever with a heavy, definitive slam of my palm, the metalbell letting out a sharp ping just as the first corporate searchlight hit the back of our tailgate. The eighth chapter was framed, the distribution was un-stoppable, and the highway loop was leading us straight into the final furnace of the central district.

My heart slammed against my chest, making it hard to draw a full breath. My stomach twisted with emptiness, aching painfully. Was I just too hungry? With trembling hands, I grabbed the half-eaten chocolate and forced it into my mouth in one desperate bite. The sickly sweet taste barely calmed my racing heart, and the weight and dizziness in my head only intensified. A sharper cold than the wind before ran through me, seeping into my very bones. I wrapped the small blanket tighter around me, but any warmth it offered felt drained away by some invisible force, impossible to hold onto.

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

Courtney's dad didn't really like me so I wasn't surprised at his reaction and I also didn't really like him either. I leaned my bicycle on an old vehicle which was packed at one end of the yard and walked straight into the house where I spotted Mrs Williams(Courtney's Mum) in the kitchen which was at the right end of their living room. "Hey Judy", she called out! "Good morning Mrs Williams" I responded with a broad smile. "I guess you have come to your friend" she added and I nodded my head to a yes. I walked towards the staircase and shouting out Courtney's name I climbed up to her room. Her room as the first door to the left of the staircase and it was well decorated with very fancy girli

It was difficult for me to stay in a crouching position so I sat on the grass instead. It was a group of tributes, their voices filled with determination and the occasional laughter. They seemed to be making camp. "Let's see who they are," Aret whispered, her eyes locked on their campsite. I nodded, despite the pain in my leg. We needed to gather information about our potential adversaries. Cautiously, we crept closer to the other participants' camp, keeping to the shadows. As we observed, we saw a diverse group of tributes from different districts. Some were sharpening their weapons, while others discussed their strategies. It was a stark reminder that we were all pawns in this deadly game,

His large frame was hunkered down in the corner of the room beside a small boy who was maybe eleven or twelve. He was the man who had asked what we will win. The boy beside him was visibly shaking, his face pale. The large man passed the boy his portion of cake we’d been given for dessert. “Take it,” the man said gently. Then he saw me watching him and motioned for me to come over. “That was very brave, what you did,” the man said. “I’m Tor. From District 5.” District 5 was the mining district, which would explain Tor’s muscular build.

She took up the bread and milk, starting to eat and drink up. “Mmph, so tasty!” Lucas smiled. In this city overrun by zombies, it was not easy to get to eat bread and milk. However, this Mia was from Annan Base City and was naturally a different story. “Now you can take me to East District, can’t you?” Lucas watched Mia. ‘Now that you’ve eaten and drunk, you should take me there.’ Mia had busied herself eating and forgotten this matter. He had scratched her back, so she had to scratch his. She could only agree. “All… Alright then.” Mia nodded. Soon, Mia started leading Lucas toward the East District.

~DAISY~ We descended the stairs as we rush to the dinning table. Mom and Anna were back already. "Where is Dad? I asked mom because I could remember, he stepped out the same time with them. " your dad went to see a business client, he will be back very soon."mom said We sat on the dinning table as ma'am Bella opened the flakes. "Oh my! Fried rice and chicken. No wonder I feel so hungry." Kelly yelled. "I heard you guys went to see the new neighbors; how are they? How many children do they have? Anna asked

So I decided to test her. Kicked off in the council chamber. I lobbed questions at her, stuff with no clean answer. Each one, a little trap. Nobody else in the room had a clue, which was sort of the point. The place reeked of old smoke and metal. The big debate? Winter rations. East side villages, tight with Dante’s people, were all out of supplies. My gut reaction...let them starve. Weakness needs consequences in my book. But then, I cut straight to Elora. Didn’t let it simmer, either.

The Guard intervened twice, breaking up scuffles before they turned bloody. Inside the council hall, results trickled in district by district. Lena sat alone in her office, hands folded, listening to the muffled echoes of the city outside. She didn’t pray. She didn’t bargain. She thought of Elara, of standing at the river, of letting go. Vincent entered just after sunset, his face unreadable. “It’s close,” he said. “How close?” Lena asked. He hesitated. “Close enough that the last districts will decide it.”