Writer Games: Monsters (FULL)

Task One- Males: Past

Catopia- Bob Meowly

I awoke on a gray day, it was raining but it it was differnet than any other normal day, the sun was behind the clouds and occasonilly poked it head out of the clouds. I can see the rays of light shining through the straw roof. Like always, it rains on the day of the reaping, the most feared days of all, The Monster Games, has come.

My mum, comes and wakes me up, for some reason I cant quite understand, she always decides to wake me up at 6am. Its like a ritual in this family. So what its the day of the reaping? Like I care, it hasn't happened in the last 5 years, what makes you think Im getting picked my last year? Besides if i get picked, I would probably own everybody in the compitetion anyways.

So like I was saying, my mum desides to be the best person in Catopia and wake me up at six in the morning. I dont like the fact that this is my brothers first year at the reaping, I have a very bad feeling about this one, like a feeling I have never felt before.

So before we go I decide to go to my "pharmacy" we can call it that for right now. "Hey man hows it going?" I asked him. He looks up at me, and shoots me a weird look. Whats next? His head is going to to spin around and hes going to throw up on me? so he says nothing and just directs me to my buddy, Creg.

"Hey man i have a special gift for you!" He says he was going to give me something special becuase it was my last year going to the reaping. He hands me a 24k gold, diamond incrusted, peice of katnip. My jaw drops, for all the years I have known him for, he hasnt even let me go within 10 feet of it. "You dont have to do this right?" "I insist" we say bye to each other and go separate ways, he finished the reaping years ago! Lets just hope i get that lucky, and its not the last time I see him.

My mum yells at me as soon as I get home, for being late. My parents have already gotten in the "cat-mobile" as i like to call it and they want me to hurry up, Im finally going to my last reaping.

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Draconem- Glider Blaze Nogard

DIDN'T HAND IN!

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Metallum- Cogs Silver

“Cogs! Wake up! It’s the Reaping today. We don’t want the Guardians coming after us.” Bolt wakes me up at 7:00 every single day. What she does not know is that I have set my sensors to activate at 7:00 every morning already.

I put on my Reaping outfit, which is made of silver fabric instead of gray, and walk down the stairs. Bolt hands me my oil and goes back up the stairs. I estimate that she will put her hair up and grab her photo book. She has given minimal signs of volunteering for the Games. I hope that she does not. I love her too much for that.

I chug my oil and put on my shoes. “Bolt! You need to get down here. I am leaving.” I will not, of course until she gets to the door, but it is proven to hurry her up.

“Geez! I’m coming.” She is running now, I can tell by the fast and heavy footsteps. As we walk down to the square, I calculate the odds of being drawn. The odds are in everyone’s favor, but that means nothing. Someone will still be called up to the stage.

As we get there, Joanna, our repulsive escort, is about to draw the names.

“Our female tribute is…”

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” Bolt goes up to the stage as expected. “My name is Bolt Silver and I am your female tribute!” I actually feel, yes, feel sad. Of course, my face is an emotionless mask, as always.