Katniss Sings Hanging Tree Novels & Stories

Whenever she stayed silent for that long, she was always planning something drastic, something that could leave people around her in pain. They all watched her as she started making a rope out of the strongest tree tendrils. When she had reached the desired length, she climbed the tree swiftly like a monkey, jumping on the tree branches for support until she reached the topmost branch. There, she hummed as she threw the rope, and at the end of it, she made a ring, which they watched her wear around her neck.

Adrian yelped when some landed right on the back of his neck and slid down his coat. Penny looped her arm in mine again. “I doubt Killian or Giuliana have many ornaments or decorations. Should we order them along with the new furniture?” I grinned at her. “Excellent suggestion.” After a few minutes, the tree was hanging on by a thread. Adrian gave it an exaggerated tap that made Penny laugh, and it fell to the ground with a great blast of wind that blew our hair back. “Excuse me, I believe you’re trespassing on private property.”

I suggested standing and staggering so I stood in front of them as I cleared my throat. "Say, can you see. By the dawn's early light. What so prou-" I sang and the girls burst out laughing so I stopped and looked at them curiously. "Stop singing the national anthem." Willow laughed, her eyes tearing up as she pointed at me. "No. I'm singing the happy birthday song. You are not listening to me." I argued back and they burst out in laughter again before Olivia spoke up. "No Willow, she is singing the song from Frozen. Let it go, remember? That is how it sounds." She argued and Mia laughed this time pointing at the three of us.

I tell her stop lying, mine and who else? We sing, turning to each other asking the question before screaming "She say worry about yourself!!!!" Laughing as I press the stop button throwing ourselves on the floor out of breath. If you cant tell already we like songs from way back, not really into this new shit. I see Kai outside on the other side of the sliding door talking on the phone but his eyes on us. Ohh well. "Oh shit, this my mother fucking song" Lexi screams as Hooka by Tyga starts playing. She squeals as she starts pulling us up and start spitting the lyrics like a clown making us laugh before we join her.

She had seen me unhinged, that should be enough explanation. Now, she was kneeling in front of the tree she got, stringing golden ribbon between her fingers and wrapping it around the tree. Her hair was tied up with a loose red scrunchie, and a little glitter clung to her jaw. She turned slightly. “Do you think this side looks too full?” I kept my eyes on my laptop, studying the green arrows in the sales record. “You’re asking the wrong person.” A light laugh slipped out of her. “Right. You’ve clearly been disqualified from festive matters. But, you will still help me hang the star at the top.”

The chorus began. Lena opened her mouth for the chorus and unleashed a high note that could only be described as a dying ostrich having an existential crisis: 🎶 "WHAT IF WE REWRITE THE STARS!" 🎶 Somehow—miraculously—Tarzan's voice complemented hers well, turning the chaos into something almost beautiful.

Sarah then started singing the song again, Oh, ancient trees, reaching for the sky, Whispering secrets as the wind blows by. Your roots run deep, your branches spread wide, Guardians of wisdom, standing side by side. I joined her and we sang together while flapping upside down in the stream, our naked bodies being illuminated by the sunlight. Oh, guardians of the ancient trees, Protectors of all that nature sees. With gradient symbols, their message shows, Balancing harmony as- "Can you guys be fast? We don't have all day?!" Theo's voice came from afar.

~.NOVA.~ Under the moon's watchful gaze, we had on the grass hidden from the tributes we saw earlier. Suddenly, a distant sound reached our ears—a haunting melody that echoed through the night. We exchanged wary glances, recognizing the tune as a signature of the Hunger Games organizers. "It's the anthem," Horia whispered, her voice tinged with dread. "They're showing the fallen tributes." We looked up at the sky. There, illuminated by the moonlight, were the faces of the fallen tributes, their images projected like ghostly apparitions.

Song I listened to while writing: - The Hanging Tree – From ‘The Hunger Games: Mockingjay’ (James Newton Howard, Jennifer Lawrence) – Theme

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The golden sapling doesn’t speak—it *sings*. Its voice is a dissonant chorus of static and roots, harmonizing with the hum of the fractures splitting the sky. The survivors kneel before it, their eyes reflecting its luminous leaves, but Ravel stands apart, her gun aimed at its trunk. “It’s not *her*,” she snarls. “Whatever that thing is, it’s wearing Kelly’s face like a mask.”