Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

Unexpected Stop: Females

District One: Phalone Papillon           

"Why is a raven like a  writing board?" The strange man in front of me asked. I had to remind  myself not to think of him as strange. He was normal, for the Capitol at  least. I never quite understood why the Capitol adored their  alterations so much. They even inflicted some on their pets. One of the  Newfoundlands I raised was adopted by some Capitol citizen, then its fur  was cut and dyed so it looked like a ridiculous, although somewhat  masculine, orange poodle.

"Sir, they aren't  similar at all. If that's the answer you were looking for." I said  cautiously. I could never know if this was a test of some sort.

"My dear girl," Filius said. "this isn't a test of knowledge, simply one of obedience. Just say whatever comes to mind."

I thought for a moment.  His riddle made absolutely no sense. "In the sense of the words, they  both start with the 'r' sound. But I don't think that's what you're  referring to. I raised a dog named Raven once, she was the most adorable  black Cocker Spaniel! Her vocal cords were cut so she couldn't bark.  She made almost no noise anyways. We had to put a bell on her so we  wouldn't lose her. She liked to lie on my mother's desk, which could be  considered a writing board. But I think you are asking the same question  to all the tributes, so it can't be based off of an experience that  only I have had."

"Miss Papillon, please get to the point. I do not have time for this." Filius said disapprovingly.

I stopped. I honestly  couldn't think of any way in which the two things were similar. Then I  remembered the twist for this year. "Sir, a raven isn't like a writing  board at all."

Anyone could tell that  Filius was starting to get annoyed with me. So I figured I should  quickly say the second part of my answer.

"A raven isn't like a  writing board at all, but why should it matter if you can twist reality  in any way that you please." I finished.

Filius nodded, then just as quickly as he appeared, he vanished.

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District Two: Parabella Bluestone

Why is a raven like a writing board?

How the hell am I  supposed to know!? I'm here to compete in the Hunger Games! As in  slitting throats, gouging eyes, good wholesome fun! I did NOT come here  to be locked in a dinky little room with only that stupid riddle to keep  me company!

Why is a raven like a  writing board? Gee, I don't know, Fillius. Why is this stupid question  relevant to the Games? Is this riddle the ultimate key to my success?  The thing that will inevitably propel me to victory?

No.

Because this is stupid.

"Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.  You. Creepy. Ponytail. Wearing. Bastard!" I grunt between kicks at the  door, which, to my great displeasure, doesn't even have a single scratch  or scuff mark to show for it.

I huff in irritation and  flop onto the ground, swatting an annoying lock of hair out of my face.  I should have just chopped it all of before getting on the train and  saved myself the hassle of trying to maintain it while in the arena.

I glare hard at the door, as if I can melt it with my gaze alone. It's shiny, mark free appearance irritates me.

I am the number one  mixed martial artist in my age group, possibly out of every age group. I  can bring boys twice my height and three times my weight to their knees  in four moves. I can hack dummies to a pulp in seconds flat. I can make  children and small animals run away in fear just by glaring at them.