Welcome to Frontier Advertiser of La Pine, Oregon. We are a weekly advertising tabloid. 'Let Us Help Your Business Grow!' We also Create Business Cards, Copies black. Tundra: Chapter 1 (An Adventure Time Fanfic)(AN: This is a Hunger Games esque story involving Marshall Lee's past. I thought it would be interesting if his version of. Pacing. Last modified: Sun, 16:59:02 UTC. Plainly put, pacing is how long things take to happen in your story. The term can be applied to individual. Proof that the remaining 10% is worth volunteering as a tribute for here. These are recommendations made by Tropers for The Hunger Games fanfics, all of which have to. Reforging the Body Edit 'Headstrong as always. Father would’ve been so proud of you, Leia,” the princess muttered to herself as she crested another of the rocky. Don't let go - A Hunger Games Fanfic by Sammy. Nathan. 23 on Deviant. Art. Don’t let go. CHAPTER 1“Katniss”I opened my eyes, only to see Peeta’s big blue eyes staring at mine. He was holding me up, while I sobbed hysterically. I had just had another nightmare, of which this was one of many. As I calmed down, I could see the state I had made, from the thrashing around made the bed covers fall of the bed, and the tears stains on Peeta‘s shirt made me realise that that it wasn’t an easy night. After calming down, Peeta made me sit up and he gently fed me water. I sipped slowly, grateful for Peeta’s kindness. Then, he slowly lay me down, and slowly rocked me, till I fell back asleep, without another word said. The characters of The Hunger Games trilogy are stuck in a house, unable to leave until they read the books. Will learning about the tragedies that await Panem cause. Don’t let go CHAPTER 1 “Katniss” I opened my eyes, only to see Peeta’s big blue eyes staring at mine. He was holding me up, while I sobbed hysterically. As I woke, I was aware of someone moving around the room. I saw my husband was tidying up the room. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the best man I could ever know and that he felt the same for me. The warm, happy feeling I had on the beach in the Quarter Quell had finally made an appearance not long after Peeta came home a few years late as we grew back together, but I knew that anyway. Peeta was my savour, my prince and I know that he was the only person I could ever love, apart from Prim and my Mother. Peeta left the room, unaware that I was awake. I slowly got up, trying to numb the thriving pain in my head. Yes. Another brake out from the pregnancy. Apart from the aches and the sickness, I was doing ok. Or at least we thought so. I was only 1 month when I felt the horrible feeling of sick, and the stomach aches, when I realised that I was pregnant. Peeta wanted it so bad, but I wasn’t sure, as I didn’t want to rush. It took me years to agree, but now here we are, I am 6 months pregnant. I rubbed the bump that fashioned my stomach. It kicked lightly. A smile crept across my face just as Peeta entered the room. He smiled too, realising what I was doing. I noticed he was holding a tray, holding 4 cheesy rolls (cravings), a glass of water, and a small object, in which I didn’t know what it was. As he drew closer, I noticed it was a small box, containing what I would think, a gift. This wants surprising, as Peeta always brought me present, especially after finding I was pregnant. Oh how I loved him. The words were coming to my lips when I felt a wave of pain hit my abdomen.“Ow” I yelped.“What’s the matter?” says Peeta, walking over to where I was sitting. I’m not sure” I mumble, trying to figure out myself.“Is it the baby?” whispers Peeta, his face suddenly growing hard. I’m not…” I start before the same pain hits me, but more painful. Seeing this, Peeta quickly starts to rush around, grabbing items of clothing and things we’ll need, at the hospital. I feel an agonizing pain hit me, again in my stomach. I suddenly feel scared and my hand reached Peeta’s shoulder.“Peeta”, my hand clutching his shoulder harder as the pain continues, “I’m worried” I whisper.“It’s ok” he whispers, and I see in those deep blue eyes that he’s just as scared as I am. I feel myself slipping, and in those few seconds in before I black out, Peeta is holding my face in his arms…CHAPTER 2. I awake, to find myself in a hospital bed, alone. I sit up; trying to remember just what happened in those last few moments, but my mind is cloudy. I feel dizzy as I try to get up, and have to sit down again, quickly. I feel sick to the stomach, and when I look at my abdomen, remembering, I see and feel nothing. No bump. I want to scream, or cry, but I can’t. All the emotions in my now are so vivid and I remember the short car ride not so long ago. What happened is all I can think. I can’t even imagine what Peeta feels. I feel so ashamed, guilty, as if it was my fault. Peeta wanted this so bad, and now it’s gone. Then, I hear the ward doors swing open, and Peeta’s loud footsteps running towards me. Katniss!” he shouts, indulging me in his chest, in which I can hear a strong steady heartbeat. I burst out crying, knowing that he must hate me. Oh Peeta, I’m so sorry..” I sob, ruining his t- shirt yet again. He starts rocking me, and I’m sure that I feel a tear drop on my head.“It’s ok, it’s ok” he keeps mumbling, into my hair and all I can think about is that it’s not ok, nowhere near ok. We stand here, holding each other, as if we can never let go…“What happened” I whisper. Peeta recovers enough to face me, and starts to wipe away a tear when he freezes.“We lost it.” He whispers, looking me right in the eye. And, whatever you say, it’s not your fault. Don’t hate yourself there is no point. The doctor said it was unlucky.”I feel somewhat better but I still know that it was my fault. Right then, the doctor comes through the doors, and starts to talk to us in a soft, grave voice.“I’m very sorry Mr and Mrs Mellark, but I’m afraid that you suffered a miscarriage.” He pauses, as for breath, and continues. There was a blockage in the baby’s oxygen tube, and the baby simply suffocated. There was nothing we could do. I’m so sorry.”He leaved the room, giving us a downcast look. Peeta looks at me, and hugs me before sitting down on the bed and holding my hand. I closed the bakery.” He says, “And I called Haymitch and explained the situation. He was willing to come but I told him it was ok…”“But it’s not” I start to whisper, “It’s all my fault! I started to feel odd yesterday but I never told you, because I didn’t think it mattered, but it does!” I’m shouting now and before I can scream, Peeta kisses me.“No Katniss.” He whisper, “Yes, it was silly for you to ignore the signs, but even if we went, the baby would have still died, and we would still be here, Ok?”Before I can say anything more, he lays me down, lies next to me, and we fall into a restless sleep, holding each other like we did in the games we endured. CHAPTER 3. I awake, with a crook in my neck from leaning on Peeta’s arm. He’s still asleep, and he looks so handsome even in his sleep. Oh I love him so much, but I let him down. How are we going to survive this one? I slowly sit up; trying not to wake him, but the twitch of the covers obviously roused him. His eyes fixate on mine. Those deep blue eyes, the colour of the sea, like in District 4. He gets up and runs his fingers through his hair, and tries to figure what to do. I grasp his hand and he kisses me lightly.“Ok, so how are you feeling?” he asks me.“Ok…” I mumble, “Oh Peeta what are we going to do?” I ask him. He pauses for a moment and the answers “We go home and forget, ok?”I nod, feeling relieved he didn’t make us talk this out. He goes out to tell the doctor that I feel fine while I try and pack my bag, but even this is hard. All the things in there just remind me of before, like pregnancy clothes Peeta brought, a patchwork blanket that I made, the 4 uneaten bread rolls from breakfast. And the small box. I open the box to reveal a small bib, with a small flower on it. Wow. He must believe that we’re having a girl. I always wanted a boy; it was easier, but Peeta wanted a girl, just like me. That makes me feel guilty, as Peeta will never have his little girl now. A tear falls down my face unexpectedly, when Peeta walks in with the doctor. He asks how I feel, and after a small examination, he says I’m fine, and if he wanted us we have his card. When we finally leave, I can see Peeta’s at breaking point as his eyes brimming, and when we reach home, at the door I embrace him, knowing he will cry in private. And, as he timed it, as soon as we enter the house, he breaks down crying. Once he stops we decide to go to Haymitches and tell him the news. It’s for the best, or as I thought… CHAPTER 4. We have just reached Haymitch’s house when we realise something is wrong. The whole house is on fire, and the smoke is terrifying. The whole building looks burnt, and it is threatening to collapse.“Haymitch!” I scream. Peeta grabs my arm as to stop my next move, and tells me to stand back, away from the flames. He takes a step forward to the burning building.“NO!” I shriek. Peeta you can’t go in there!”“I can’t just leave it, he might be in there!” he yells. Stay back, I’ll be back I promise!” But as he goes to enter, the front porch collapses, almost hitting him.“PEETA” I scream, and run to him. He stares back in bewilderment. Go get help, I can’t get in but the back looks clear, he might be here or something” Peeta orders. I can’t make him leave it alone, so I run to the main village and bring back a crowd of Peeta is nowhere to be seen. I try to get to the back, where Peeta said he’d go, but someone pulls me back. I turn round to face Haymitch. Haymitch! Peeta’s in there looking for you!”“What?” Haymitch looks to the burning building and runs to it before anyone can stop him. When it feels like I’ve lost both of them, Haymitch and Peeta are seen, both burnt but alive. Haymitch has his arm around Peeta and is towing him to the gawping crown. Haymitch lowers Peeta to the ground, where Peeta looks at me painfully, and whispers “I love you” before collapsing before me. CHAPTER 5. Peeta wakes beside me, and I see for a moment he looks up in horror.“Katniss, are you ok?!” he calls.“Peeta, Peeta I’m here, right here” I whisper and stroke his hair. It’s you who needs to be worried about!” He looks down at himself and I can see the look of panic on his face as he remembers.“Haymitch?” he whispers.“He’s fine, thanks to you. You saved him. Well you nearly did as he wasn’t actually there. But if he was, you would of.” He looks at me, his face relieved. It’s ok darling, everything’s ok.” I whisper. Sleep now Peeta you need to rest. I took care of the bakery, and Haymitch is down the hall because hospital freaks him out. You know how he is” I say. Now go to sleep.” He won’t go to sleep unless I’m next to him, so after a lot of positioning his tubes he finally drops off. I yawn, because despite the situation, I’m actually tired. I find myself dropping off and I position my head on Peeta’s arm and fall asleep. I’m awoken later by Peeta trying to get up, he’s pulling on his tubes to free him and go, but I quickly stop him, realising they are probably saving his life, in a way. Hunger Games OC Creator by Tessa. Turtle on Deviant. Art. by: ~Brainiac. Name: Gender: Age: District: Appearance: Height: Personality: What they're best at: What they're worst at: Fear: Weapon(s): Weapon of Choice: Family: Friends (in District): Friends (in Games): Special Skills: Alliance: Romance (if any): Volunteer: Chosen: What they think of the Capitol: Token: Chariot Outfit: Reaping Clothes: Interview Clothes: What they Wear in Games: Interview angle: What do they show the game makers: What score do they get (be realistic people): Training Room Strategy: Do they Die.
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