mama and papa were so happy when i was five years old and i produced my first jewel. gramma was really sick and when i handed her my very first emerald she got all better. when i was six, i had a steady stream of clients begging to be healed. i produced probably around 12-15 stones a day, and every sparkling stone i gave, someone's suffering would be eased. but mama and papa began to realize that ...
its only a matter of time before i explode. i watch her, the girl with the prettiest eyes and the even prettier smile turn to a stranger. the light inside of me flickers dimly, unsaid words beginning to form inside my mouth. she smiles one of those beautiful smiles but its not for me. i watch her turn her back to me and walk away with the stranger. a hungry flame begins to lap its tongues of fire ...
the moment they put their rough, callused hands on me, i mentally prepared myself for another round of practice. they bound my body, starting with my hands, the ropes grinding into my skin. i splayed out my hands and puffed out my chest. the hands covered my eyes with a loose blindfold that only limited my ability to see shapes and dimensions. they gagged me, but i blew some air into my cheeks to ...
i don't feel. i don't think. i just cook. you see, i don't let my feelings or emotions get in the way of a fabulous dish. one twinge of doubt leads to an undercooked roast. another strike of fear leads to under seasoned potatoes. and worst of all, a single hint of uncertainty leads to losing. so i don't lose. i always win. and i don't dapple in silly feelings.
*note: I LOVE THE HUNGER GAMES SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME YOU DO TOO SO THIS PROMPT WAS A BLESSING. please enjoy and i apologize for the fellow penicillin allergy folks, i relate. peace!*
i'm not like the other tributes. they bring their clothes, tokens, food items, pills. i bring medicine. but not just any medicine.
you see, i've read up on every single tribute in the Games. they are all allergic t...
hi there! i know you don't know me. and i don't know you! but i have this little problem. you see, my daughter Amber is really REALLY sick. she needs important medicine, which we do not have access to. i love her so much with all my heart, but i can't save her without your help. she's my precious little daughter and i can't imagine the world without her. so what do you say? you'll help? oh thank y...
When I look in the mirror, I feel a deep aloneness. Nobody knows how many tears I've cried, the sweat I've shed, the blood that had dripped down my body like tiny knives. Nobody knows how many times I've felt so lost, nobody knows how often my eyes fill with searing stabs of melancholy. Nobody knows how often I've picked myself apart in this looking glass and how I've hated my boring eyes and shor...
