The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Personal Heat: Females

Wren Williams – Canada

DID NOT HAND IN.

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Emily Andersen – United States Of America

I'm being completely  serious when I say I don't fucking like water. Every since the accident,  I don't go near it, which is hard living in Florida. Sand is alright.  It is just the water I cannot stand. But there is a difference between  swimming and drinking.

Pip coughs in his sleep,  his voice rough and dry. "We need water." Alek says suddenly, looking  down at the  sleeping figure of Clarissa

"I see you went an ate a big old bowl of fucking obvious this morning." I snapped, toying with the burning sand in my hands.

Alek snorts. "Neyt. I did not eat anything this morning." He gave a wicked grin as I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.

I attempt to make a  snappy comeback, but my throat is as rough as sandpaper. "We have  air-conditioning in the Gamemaker studio." Helly had told us minutes  ago, wrapping herself even tighter in her fur coat.  

Something glimmers from  behind Alek, and I scramble up, darting towards the water. "I'm running  to the thing I hate. Gotta love the Hunger Games."

I keep running, knowing  that Alek and the others are still in sight behind me. "Alek, look! Pip!  Clarissa! I found it! I fucking did it!" I spun around, but the desert  was empty, just a sandy wasteland. "Pip? Alek?" I whispered, looking  around. Then I noticed it.

The fucking water was gone. "Watch out for the cacti. They have poison sting." Helly told me before darting out of the sky.

I was fucking alone.  That much I knew. "Aw, is the little baby, alone?" I spun around to  address the person who had spoke. I clutched my sword at I looked up to  her.

"Hey Sasquatch, how is  the view from up there?" Celine, the one from France was nearly six feet  in the air, towering over me by more than a foot.

The girl snarled, and  that was when a noticed the girl standing behind her. "Great, so now I  have Sasquatch and the ginger. Fan-fucking-tastic."

Wren takes a step  forwards, smiling madly as she lifted her hockey stick, preparing to  bring it down on my skull. "Hell no, girlfriend." I snapped, mentally  cursing myself. My usual catchphrase has everyone in the Arena confused.  No one understood.

I reached for my sword,  hoping the pink stones could comfort. When I reached into my pocket, all  I felt was my token. The sword was gone. I screamed in frustration,  knowing my attackers were clueless.

"It's okay, you can attack. Just having a little bit of a breakdown here."

Wren swung her hockey  stick, but I dodged the blow at the last second. I rolled around in the  sand, tackling Sasquatch's legs. She didn't fall to the ground, but her  dart gun flew out of her hand. She kicked me hard in the face. "That's  going to leave a mark." I snapped, pushing myself away from her.

My hands groped the  group, trying to find her gun. My hand grabbed at something hard, and I  held it up to them. "You're all gonna die!" I told them, trying to keep  my hands from trembling. Sasquatch

snarled, taking a step forward.

With a pop, a dart slid  out of the gun, planting itself snuggly in Celine's neck. She looked up  at me, her eyes widening in shock before she tumbled to the ground. "I  just met her. I don't know her. Please. I'll just leave. Please." Wren  begged, but I shook my head.