My Hunger Games Book
Jul 2, 2012 23:07:17 GMT -5
Post by kaylin on Jul 2, 2012 23:07:17 GMT -5
Ok, so I'm writing a book that is exactly the same as the Hunger Games, the only difference is that I'm using kids from my school as tributes. There are three main characters, my friends Emma, Chase, and Sam. I'm writing the Reapings at the time and I also wrote an Arena Description and a mutt list. Right now I have the first main character's Reapings about halfway done. Every time I write more I'll update it here so that you can read it too. Once I'm done with the Reapings I'll start the Games and start the actual Games and I promise to post that here too once I start it. Sooo, here it is so far and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. 
Forest: The forest is very dense and is between light and dark the forest is a normal temperature day and night but has many dangers. Treess and grass are abundant, as are plants.There is one small creek in the forest region. Mutts are also abundant.
Mountains: The mountains have high altitudes and many, many caves. Some are steep but some aren’t. It’s usually very light out and there are big stones and pebbles everywhere. There are a few trees scattered in the Mountains and some grass and bushes but not much. The temperature is brisk in the day and cold at night.
Labyrinth: The Labyrinth is extremely dangerous, but is very easy to hide in and easy to use to avoid people. It’s crawling with mutts and poisonous spiders and it’s very easy to get lost and there’s not much food in the Labyrinth. It’s temperatures are very extreme. It’s boiling in the day and freezing at night. It’s almost always dark.
Jungle: This, just like the forest, is thick and dense but it’s often raining and humid and hot. Wild animals roam everywhere and lots of the plants are toxic so you shouldn’t eat anything without knowing what it is. The plants leaves are huge and there are many poison spiders and animals here. The jungle is often kind of dark but not super dark. The jungle is very dangerous.
1. Tracker Jackers: Big wasps that sting you and inject poison. Effects: Hallucination, fever, swelling, sickness.
2. Jabber Jays: Blue birds who imitate loved ones voices as if they are in pain to torture listeners. Effects: Torture, possible insanity.
3. Wild dogs that have eyes of the deceased. Effects: Death, horror.
4. Mockingjays: Sign of rebellion, can listen and whistle back tunes, Mockingbirds and Jabber Jays. Effects: Happiness/sadness, depending on the tune.
5. Poison Spiders: Can be colors green, black, and brown, if angered will bite you or shoot a web that sinks into your skin. Effects: Bite = Extreme pain an swelling for about a week. Web = Will cause paralysis where the web landed. Length of paralysis is undetermined.
FRIENDABLE MUTTS
Poison Spiders (to some extent), and Jabber Jays. Wild Dogs will not attack former allies.
Emma Jo - District 11
I wake up where I fell asleep- high above the ground, nestled in the soft branches of a tall apple tree near the back of the orchard. The sun’s shining on my face, and I can feel my cheeks warming from the chilly night. I roll over onto my back and stretch out my arms, opening my eyes to the blue sky above me. It’s a cloudless day, which is unusual in District 11, but without the clouds I can see the birds flying through the sky, and it brings a small smile to my face. It’s always made me happy to think about birds. Probably because I love the level of freedom they have. In a world where everyone’s trapped, controlled, and always keeping score, it’s nice to see something that isn’t controlled by the Capitol. Something that has no sorrow, no Hunger Games, and no Reapings.
Suddenly, I remember. My eyes widen and I throw myself into a sitting position, nearly falling out of the tree. The Reapings are today! If I don’t get home soon I’m going to be late, and I definitely don’t want to face the punishment for that. So, limber as a cat, I roll off the branch and land easily on the ground.
I’ve always been light on my feet and very good at balancing, it’s just a natural talent that I’ve had ever since I was a small child. I’ve trained myself over the years on how to do things like backflips, handstands, and nearly everything of a gymnastic nature. I may not know what berries to eat or how to kill something with one arrow, but an equally helpful skill is being able to silently front flip from one branch to another and land on your feet, and that I can do.
I sprint through the orchard, dodging trees as I go. I love to run, it makes me feel so free, like if I wanted to I could run away from anything and everything, even if that’s not true.
I run until I can see my house, or at least my poor excuse for a house. It’s basically a decrepit, one room shack. I believe it used to be painted white, but now the the painting’s almost entirely chipped off and all that shows is the gross brown underneath. I slow to a walk, breathing deeply as I catch my breath, and then I enter the house.
The floor is cold on my feet, even though it’s in the middle of the summer. I brush some of my blonde hair out of my eyes and walk into a tiny room that branches off from the shack. It’s supposed to be my room, but I think it’s too small to technically be called that. When I open the door I immediately spot my older brother Andrew and my older sister Fay sitting on my bed and talking in hushed voices. I know they’re talking about me, but I don’t ask about it. They’re probably worried enough as it is.
When I walk in they stop talking and put on calm faces for me. I sit on the bed next to Fay and we all just sit there for awhile, silent and unmoving. I’m scared. I hate to admit it, but I am. Fay can always tell how I feel and there’s no exception now. She brushes my hair behind my ear and says, “It won’t be you Emma. We won’t let it be, we never will. You’re safe.”
I stare back at her and say, “We can never be safe. You know that just as well as I do. Don’t lie to me to make me feel better, you know I hate that.”
Fay sighs and says, “Sorry.” My brother stays quiet, as is usual.
After a few minutes Fay and I silently stand up and Fay goes into the main room to help me get ready. I wash my hair and body with some warm water from a tin bucket and then Fay helps me get into my dress. We can’t afford new dresses, so I wear Fay’s old one. It’s white and simple, no puffs or frills. The material is soft and cool, and it’s loose so that when the fabric touches me it feels like breeze against my skin. It’s a comforting dress, but when I remember the reason I’m wearing it the feeling leaves.
Finally when I’m done I go back in my room. My siblings seem to sense I want to be alone, so they leave and go to get themselves ready. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. I don’t want to, but I feel myself crying. Nothing’s even happened yet and I’m already upset. I just...I hate this world. I hate the Games and the Reapings and the starvation. I make myself stop crying and I stand up. I can’t be weak. In this world the only way to survive is to be strong, and that means no crying and no self pity.
Just as I finish pulling myself together, my brother enters the room.
“It’s time to go.” He says. I wipe my eyes on the back of my hand and I nod.
“Ok.” I say, as I follow him out of my room.
We all meet in the main room. My sister hugs me and says, “You’ll be OK. I promise.”
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. My brother opens the door and we walk out into the air. I take a deep breath and close the door behind us. I have a horrible feeling that this is the last time I’ll see my front door. My sister takes my hand and we start to walk to the Reapings.
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Ok, that's all I have so far. I definitely am gonna right more soon though, so I'll update ASAP. Thanks!
ATTENTION: ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED FOR THE SAFETY OF THE CHARACTERS.
Arena Description
Forest: The forest is very dense and is between light and dark the forest is a normal temperature day and night but has many dangers. Treess and grass are abundant, as are plants.There is one small creek in the forest region. Mutts are also abundant.
Mountains: The mountains have high altitudes and many, many caves. Some are steep but some aren’t. It’s usually very light out and there are big stones and pebbles everywhere. There are a few trees scattered in the Mountains and some grass and bushes but not much. The temperature is brisk in the day and cold at night.
Labyrinth: The Labyrinth is extremely dangerous, but is very easy to hide in and easy to use to avoid people. It’s crawling with mutts and poisonous spiders and it’s very easy to get lost and there’s not much food in the Labyrinth. It’s temperatures are very extreme. It’s boiling in the day and freezing at night. It’s almost always dark.
Jungle: This, just like the forest, is thick and dense but it’s often raining and humid and hot. Wild animals roam everywhere and lots of the plants are toxic so you shouldn’t eat anything without knowing what it is. The plants leaves are huge and there are many poison spiders and animals here. The jungle is often kind of dark but not super dark. The jungle is very dangerous.
Mutt List
1. Tracker Jackers: Big wasps that sting you and inject poison. Effects: Hallucination, fever, swelling, sickness.
2. Jabber Jays: Blue birds who imitate loved ones voices as if they are in pain to torture listeners. Effects: Torture, possible insanity.
3. Wild dogs that have eyes of the deceased. Effects: Death, horror.
4. Mockingjays: Sign of rebellion, can listen and whistle back tunes, Mockingbirds and Jabber Jays. Effects: Happiness/sadness, depending on the tune.
5. Poison Spiders: Can be colors green, black, and brown, if angered will bite you or shoot a web that sinks into your skin. Effects: Bite = Extreme pain an swelling for about a week. Web = Will cause paralysis where the web landed. Length of paralysis is undetermined.
FRIENDABLE MUTTS
Poison Spiders (to some extent), and Jabber Jays. Wild Dogs will not attack former allies.
The Reapings
Emma Jo - District 11
I wake up where I fell asleep- high above the ground, nestled in the soft branches of a tall apple tree near the back of the orchard. The sun’s shining on my face, and I can feel my cheeks warming from the chilly night. I roll over onto my back and stretch out my arms, opening my eyes to the blue sky above me. It’s a cloudless day, which is unusual in District 11, but without the clouds I can see the birds flying through the sky, and it brings a small smile to my face. It’s always made me happy to think about birds. Probably because I love the level of freedom they have. In a world where everyone’s trapped, controlled, and always keeping score, it’s nice to see something that isn’t controlled by the Capitol. Something that has no sorrow, no Hunger Games, and no Reapings.
Suddenly, I remember. My eyes widen and I throw myself into a sitting position, nearly falling out of the tree. The Reapings are today! If I don’t get home soon I’m going to be late, and I definitely don’t want to face the punishment for that. So, limber as a cat, I roll off the branch and land easily on the ground.
I’ve always been light on my feet and very good at balancing, it’s just a natural talent that I’ve had ever since I was a small child. I’ve trained myself over the years on how to do things like backflips, handstands, and nearly everything of a gymnastic nature. I may not know what berries to eat or how to kill something with one arrow, but an equally helpful skill is being able to silently front flip from one branch to another and land on your feet, and that I can do.
I sprint through the orchard, dodging trees as I go. I love to run, it makes me feel so free, like if I wanted to I could run away from anything and everything, even if that’s not true.
I run until I can see my house, or at least my poor excuse for a house. It’s basically a decrepit, one room shack. I believe it used to be painted white, but now the the painting’s almost entirely chipped off and all that shows is the gross brown underneath. I slow to a walk, breathing deeply as I catch my breath, and then I enter the house.
The floor is cold on my feet, even though it’s in the middle of the summer. I brush some of my blonde hair out of my eyes and walk into a tiny room that branches off from the shack. It’s supposed to be my room, but I think it’s too small to technically be called that. When I open the door I immediately spot my older brother Andrew and my older sister Fay sitting on my bed and talking in hushed voices. I know they’re talking about me, but I don’t ask about it. They’re probably worried enough as it is.
When I walk in they stop talking and put on calm faces for me. I sit on the bed next to Fay and we all just sit there for awhile, silent and unmoving. I’m scared. I hate to admit it, but I am. Fay can always tell how I feel and there’s no exception now. She brushes my hair behind my ear and says, “It won’t be you Emma. We won’t let it be, we never will. You’re safe.”
I stare back at her and say, “We can never be safe. You know that just as well as I do. Don’t lie to me to make me feel better, you know I hate that.”
Fay sighs and says, “Sorry.” My brother stays quiet, as is usual.
After a few minutes Fay and I silently stand up and Fay goes into the main room to help me get ready. I wash my hair and body with some warm water from a tin bucket and then Fay helps me get into my dress. We can’t afford new dresses, so I wear Fay’s old one. It’s white and simple, no puffs or frills. The material is soft and cool, and it’s loose so that when the fabric touches me it feels like breeze against my skin. It’s a comforting dress, but when I remember the reason I’m wearing it the feeling leaves.
Finally when I’m done I go back in my room. My siblings seem to sense I want to be alone, so they leave and go to get themselves ready. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. I don’t want to, but I feel myself crying. Nothing’s even happened yet and I’m already upset. I just...I hate this world. I hate the Games and the Reapings and the starvation. I make myself stop crying and I stand up. I can’t be weak. In this world the only way to survive is to be strong, and that means no crying and no self pity.
Just as I finish pulling myself together, my brother enters the room.
“It’s time to go.” He says. I wipe my eyes on the back of my hand and I nod.
“Ok.” I say, as I follow him out of my room.
We all meet in the main room. My sister hugs me and says, “You’ll be OK. I promise.”
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. My brother opens the door and we walk out into the air. I take a deep breath and close the door behind us. I have a horrible feeling that this is the last time I’ll see my front door. My sister takes my hand and we start to walk to the Reapings.
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Ok, that's all I have so far. I definitely am gonna right more soon though, so I'll update ASAP.
Thanks!
