this is how you annoy the sh** outa people when you are in elevators :3

Sarah Riddle- the original Daughter of the Dark Lord

There's only one victor in the game that Rue is chosen to play. And when the odds never seem to be in your favor, sometimes the only option for a sweet, tiny girl is to show that even the littlest of flowers can have thorns. This is a hunger games fanfiction. The idea of this book is not my own; for the original book, read The Hunger Games. (By Suzanne Collins).

President Paylor has been assassinateded by Alva Snow; who returns to take over Panem with a fiery vengance. The 77th Hunger Games have officially begun. Silver Iris and Rye Mellark have been drafted in the Reaping - along with Axel Hawthorne, Retiarius Odair, Alura Abiteth, and twenty-one helpless others. Will Gale and Katniss finally receive their long awaited apologies, or will bitterness take a deeper root? Will the Capitol's invisible grasp on Katniss and Peeta's mind weaken, or will watching their children suffer drive them over the edge? Twenty-six tributes, only one can live. Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

The world surrounding us is more than it seems. The one thing everyone thinks is harmless is watching us constantly. When you walk by the gleaming metal of a skyscraper, you’re being watched. When you toss a coin into a fountain, you’re being watched. When you’re making silly faces in a spoon while eating cereal, you are still being watched. Yet, we never see it, because it’s always there… because they’re always there.

Before editing, I got the picture from DeviantART.com by create-illusions! A simple path can lead to all doom, or being saved.Saved from what, you ask? Saved from the flesh eaters, the undead, zombies if you will. Everything in my small village is controlled by the Protectors and the Guild. A strong fence is the only thing seperating them from us. But isn't that just ironic? You know, there's a thin line from being human and monster, and there's only a line of metal keeping us just like that. But just how long will that fence last? And why can't I get over my curiousity with that path? It seems to call to me like a siren to a sailor; I yearn to visit it. What if I get my wish, but it's the worst way to get it fulfilled?

Excerpt: "So, let me see, you banished my family decades ago, and now you're expecting me to help you?" "That's what we're planning on," he says nodding his head. I give a huff and fold my arms over my chest. "Well, then you have another thing coming," I say before turning my back against the High Court and walk curtly out of the room. ~:~ Kidnapped and desperate for answers, Arabella finds herself in a new world filled with creatures only found in fairy tales. Who knew they actually existed? As soon as she get's there, its as Atlas himself sets the whole world on her shoulders and walk away whistling a happy tune. Not only does she find out shocking news about her heritage, but she also finds out that she might be the only person or thing that can help defeat the dark creatures. What if she finds out that she has more in common with these creatures that her new "friends" are letting on? What will one desperate girl do to get back to where she belongs? But where does she belond and whom does she belong with?

What if you were colorblind but you never thought a thing about it because everyone else is? Well, that isn't the case with Isabella. She's one of the only ones that actually sees in color, but what are these color? What happens when she finds out the meaning of her existence with the help of govermental scientists that only want to do tests on her? To cut her open to see why she's special? What happens when the colorful falls for the colorless?