The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

The Gamemaker's Guide To Planet Earth: Females

Wren Williams – Canada                                                     

DID NOT HAND IN.

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Emily Anderson – United States Of America

"You have got to be  fucking kidding me." I glanced around me, my hands tightening into  fists. They did this to me on purpose, I knew it. I looked up, and most  of the tributes were staring into the water joyfully. At least they were  enjoying this. The scar on my back arched painfully as I looked into  the dark waters.

A loud noise startled  me, nearly throwing me from my platform. The sound of people hitting the  water sent chills down my back. The flash of color to my right startled  me, and I glanced over in time to see my first death. Cheng, that young  boy from China, had taken a step forward, and in an attempt to dive,  slid on his platform. His head bent at a painful angle as he tumbled  into the water. "That was fucking amazing. Let me just prance into the  water and get eaten alive."

I scan the crowd that  had reached the Cornucopia by now, trying to find someone I recognized. A  grin curled onto my face as I noticed Pip, sneaking into the crowd to  grab a weapon. Italian boys were always cuter than American boys. "What  are you smiling at?" The voice pulled my out of my thoughts.

"Nothing." I snapped.  "Mind your own fucking business." The last part was added for effect,  but I think he had gotten the point. Jace Miler. If Italian boys were  cute, then British boys were a gift from the gods. "Snap out of it." I  muttered to myself. "You aren't at Starbucks."

I looked down, Jace  still watching me. "You're crazy." He tells me. Simple. The rude comment  forming on my mouth melts as I notice the knifes Jace has taken from  the Cornucopia. "You know, it isn't much fun when my target is hiding  away on her platform."

"I'm not hiding." The defensive edge in my voice gives away fear.

Jace breaks out into a  huge grin. "You are scared!" He says gleefully. His face turns serious  as he watches a body float past him. Pale skin. Dark hair.

"His name is Carson."  Jace informs me, nodding slightly. "It was bound to happen." He looks  into my eyes. "Which reminds me.." He removed the blade from his hip,  catching the sun on the end of it. "I hate to do this, darling, but-"

His words were cut off  by a scream. His scream. Dark red liquid drips from his chest, his body  falling deeper and deeper into the water. "I no like him much." Pip  tells me, watching the blood on the tip of his knife. "Come on."

"No." I tell him,  pushing away his outstretched hand. "I'm not fucking going in the  water." He seems taken aback by my words, but I can't help myself.

Pip watches me. "If you  stay, you die." He tells me, his thick accent blurring his words. He  hands me a sword, and turns away, without a word. He swims around the  dead body of Wren, the boy with a thick, bloody gash on his head.

As I watch Pip swim  away, I feel too many emotions pile up at once. The urge to swim towards  him is strong, but my fear is stronger. As I turn away from him, I  catch a glimpse of a figure, inching slowly towards Pip.

"Oh hell no,  girlfriend." I snap, watching the figure get closer and closer to the  only thing I can call an ally. "Pip!" I shout, but my voice is swallowed  by a gust of wind. With the sword hanging on my hip, I put my toe into  the water, flinching away as it touches me. "Pip!" I shout again, the  figure getting too close for comfort. "At least it is for a good cause!"

As I slip into the  water, I am careful to keep my head above. If the liquid touched my  face, I'd be done for. Suddenly, the figure is inches from Pip, and I  scream in fear as he lifts his axe. Pip notices the figure behind him,  and ducks out of the way, at the last second. As I paddle faster and  faster, I tighten my grip on the sword.