100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 2 by Bsherbo, literature
Literature
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 2
When I was a girl my father used to tell me stories. He would come back from the factory, covered in grim and grease, with bits of metal stuck to his beard, and he would sit me in his lap and tell me stories. There were ones about times before the Capitol, ones about giants, and heroes who would slay dragons. He told me about a people who rose up and defeated great evil, about a boy who succeeded against all odds, about friends who would never die, and the story of a land where everything was wonderful. He told me about a girl on fire. He told me these were myths, that they weren't real, just stories to pass the time. Our reality was the fact
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 1 by Bsherbo, literature
Literature
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 1
I am lying on the beach, my eyes closed, hands tucked behind my head entwined in my black curls. I am content; happy, even. I hear the sharp caws of dozens of seagulls overhead. I hear the laughter as teenagers and children splash in the crashing waves. They run up the beach trying to reach my toes. It is lunchtime and therefore almost time for the Reaping. My happiness in hearing is short-lived. I open my eyes, blinded for several seconds by the blazing sun. I am covered in sweat, my body glistening as I rise, sand sticking to my skin. I run for the waves, happily plunging myself into the water of the Gulf. I stay under for as long as I can,
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 2 by Bsherbo, literature
Literature
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 2
When I was a girl my father used to tell me stories. He would come back from the factory, covered in grim and grease, with bits of metal stuck to his beard, and he would sit me in his lap and tell me stories. There were ones about times before the Capitol, ones about giants, and heroes who would slay dragons. He told me about a people who rose up and defeated great evil, about a boy who succeeded against all odds, about friends who would never die, and the story of a land where everything was wonderful. He told me about a girl on fire. He told me these were myths, that they weren't real, just stories to pass the time. Our reality was the fact
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 1 by Bsherbo, literature
Literature
100th Annual Hunger Games - Part 1
I am lying on the beach, my eyes closed, hands tucked behind my head entwined in my black curls. I am content; happy, even. I hear the sharp caws of dozens of seagulls overhead. I hear the laughter as teenagers and children splash in the crashing waves. They run up the beach trying to reach my toes. It is lunchtime and therefore almost time for the Reaping. My happiness in hearing is short-lived. I open my eyes, blinded for several seconds by the blazing sun. I am covered in sweat, my body glistening as I rise, sand sticking to my skin. I run for the waves, happily plunging myself into the water of the Gulf. I stay under for as long as I can,
Do you believe there to be a distinct moment when you know you will die? Is it a sudden epiphany of realization as it hits you? Is it a calm blanket of sleep that takes you gently in its welcoming arms?
Is it possible never to grasp that instant, never to notice that feeling? Could it happen so unexpectedly that you may not even realize you have died?
And after all that, where do you end up? Does every man dream his own heaven? Do you find solace in the black abyss or are you greeted at the pearly gates? After all that you went through, do you really think that you would gladly choose eternal life? Would we truly, deeply want to watch the w