A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.
A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.
I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.
If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.
Only.. I want to do die as myself
Tonight. After the reaping, everyone is supposed to celebrate. And a a lot of people do, out of relief that their children have been spared for another year. But at least two families will pull their shutters, lock their doors, and try to figure out how they will survive the painful weeks to come.
But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.
They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
Don't let him take you from me.
Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.
Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.
And may the odds be ever in your favour
I don't know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future....
So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.
You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.
I can't fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I've been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.
They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.
But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!
I take his hand, holding it tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment I will finally have to let go.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories