District1 Stories

The 66th Hunger Games was one of the most interesting to watch. However, for Aurelia, it was one of the hardest. The Arena was made of glass, but she survived. This is her story and how she met Finnick Odair.

They tell me I'm the girl who has everything. Diamond studs in my ears. A mansion in Victor's Village. A face the Capitol can't stop watching. They don't know I sleep in a dead boy's bed. They don't know the scar on my thigh is from a knife I dropped when I was thirteen - because a boy with honey-brown hair winked at me and I forgot I was holding it. They don't know I volunteered for the Games because I ran out of reasons to stay alive. Then I met a boy with ocean-blue eyes who wasn't him. And a girl who laughed like she'd never lost anything. And I started to remember what it felt like to want something. The arena changes you. But maybe- Maybe that's not always a bad thing.

District 1 - beauty, wealth and victory mean everything - but what hides behind the mask of glitter and diamonds? As Gloss Silverfoot volunteers for the 63rd Hunger Games, he sees the chance to become a Career Tribute and thinks he will have a better future. Between Capitol attention, dangerous alliances and the expactations, Gloss must decide who he truly wants to be to survive.

In District 10, where the sun rises over endless fields and the air smells of hay and smoke, fifteen‑year‑old Wren Rose Lock lives a life split between two worlds. By day, she milks cows on her family's worn‑down dairy farm. By night, she steps onto the rickety stage of the Salty Seeder bar, guitar in hand, singing the old 'Covey' songs her grandmother taught her - songs full of ghosts, secrets, and warnings. Wren has always felt the past tugging at her like a half‑remembered melody. Her grandmother, Lucy Lock, carried stories she never told. Her father avoids questions about the family's history. And Wren herself bears a face that doesn't quite belong in District 10 - pale eyes, sharp features, and a voice that makes strangers stop and stare. With the Reaping only a week away, Wren wants nothing more than to keep her head down, keep singing, and keep her family's fragile world from falling apart.

"You may crawl back to your mother but you will never reach the comfort and confines of her womb again." District 1 was in terms the most luxurious. They had enough to eat, drink, and survive off of. Though, it was just that. Enough. Barely Enough. If they wanted to keep barely enough, they'd fight and win and have as many victors as they needed to have just enough. Atropos Durand, reaped for the sixty-ninth hunger games. A victim of the Capitol, she will fight to the death with twenty-three others just to survive and bring honor to her family and District. District 1 had yet to give a victor in two or three years, and Atropos was not in anyone's hopes to be a victor, she'd been expected to be yet another victim in Coriolanus Snow's games; and yet, against all odds, she stood, bloody and bruised. Atropos was a Victor, and she'd bare her teeth at anyone who would dare try to instill fear into her. "If I was easy to kill, you would've done it already."

Isla Revera never expected to be reaped for the 72nd Hunger Games. Being from one of the richest families in District 4, the odds were firmly in her favour. But the odds aren't always reliable. With barely any skill or training, Isla has to reconsider everything she's ever known about the games and find a different way to survive...

A story about clove glimmer and the reader and how they became best friends in the 74th hunger games how they are close How the three keep each other safe and making sure the other careers don't hurt the reader Will they win will in district win will more than one win for the first time or will they die

"Once a upon a time there was a girl met the President. She didn't realize at first who he was but as soon as she realized who he was, she bowed. To which he responded with: 'You have no reason to bow to me because I do believe I'm in love with you. I know this is forward but I've never met another girl like you.' The girl was blushing by this point. 'I'll give you whatever your heart desires, if you'll just stay in the Capitol a few more days.' Well, a few days turned into a few weeks turned into a few months until the girl was appearing in Capitol movies, attending important dinners, and her favorite of all: spending time with the President himself. The two got to know each other quite well. And for an entire year, they chatted and flirted and he never did anything besides hold her hand. She couldn't figure out why he could be content with that but he was. He found the beauty in small, sentimental things like that. And once the girl realized that, she discovered that she had fallen in love with him. Then there was no way the shy girl from District 1, a ruthless killer, could ever return back to her old life," I said, finishing my story. "That's just as I remember it," Coriolanus Snow said, with a sigh. Disclaimer: Some characters belong to Suzanne Collins.

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We hiked out a few meters from the cave, and started to hunt around for good trees to chop down. As we started to get down to business, I called for Vivian to help me with an extremely tall tree. As she came around the tree to my side, I pinned Vivian up against the tree before she could react. "No more Ms. Perfect for you!" I growled. I began to carve little hearts and diamonds into her scalp with her own nails. The little trails of blood were transfixing me as they trickled down her chin. Vivian gasped, "Why?" "You're annoying. I hate you," I drawled, "I'm not going to give you a dramatic backstory- it's the Hunger Games- I shouldn't have to explain at all." Vivian screamed in pain. I laughed at her pathetic shrieks of terror. "Please make it stop!" Vivian grimaced in pain as I tried to pinch her eyeballs out with her own hair. Emily X was still swinging at trees for firewood; however, her axe went wide and she chopped Vivian's head off. Vivian died instantly. "What did you do that for?" I asked crossly, "I was having fun." "Well if there was a lot of blood on our hands we'd look suspicious," I could tell Emily X was lying, but I let it slide. Lot's of killing, lot's of drama, lot's of fun! Probably one of the most gruesome scenes in the book. Lot's of credit to @tuxpenguin2003 for letting me write this story with her!

Ivory Monroe. The soon-to-be golden gem of the Capitol. Young, impressionable, and always ready for a good show. She was to be a queen in their eyes. But at what cost? She had underestimated what the Hunger Games were truly like. In order to survive, she needed a weapon, her greatest strengths. What's the perfect weapon for a black widow? --- started: April 2, 2021 finished: --- DISCLAIMER: I am not Suzanne Collins or one of the amazing creators of the movies. The only ideas of mine are my characters and plot points centered around Ivory as a character alone. I'm not taking credit for the rest of the stuff going on in this :) all graphic credits: @retrobabe-

When a career tribute who only has plans to win the games meets the stubborn girl from district 12 and abandons his training to keep her alive. He would sacrifice everything for her. Even his life. Male oc x female oc Act 1- 70th hunger games Act 2 - catching fire Act 3 - mocking jay

"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wrong somewhere. I'm not supposed to feel this way. About the arena, about the people I'm hurting in here, and about you. But I do." "We're Careers. They don't expect us to feel anything," I say softly, knowing the risk those words carry even before I say them out loud. But I don't care. "Then they got us wrong." The Careers of the 74th Hunger Games were more than ruthless killers. Katniss knew them as the villains, bred to kill, ready to win. But this was far from the truth... ||#3 in #CLATO|| ||#1 in #GLARVEL|| (This is a Glarvel/Clato fanfic. I'm also changing the story of the original Hunger Games books) Currently editing and improving my writing style. NOT changing anything about the story/characters/events, so don't worry! It's exactly the same book, just written slightly better :) **THE HUNGER GAMES BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS, AND SO DO MOST OF THE CHARACTERS** Cover image not mine

At sixteen, Tyler Chambers stands out: towering, charismatic, and carrying a legacy. The son of a former victor who vanished under mysterious circumstances, he steps into the arena with a lifetime of expectations weighing on his shoulders. Tyler is the Capitol's perfect star. The cameras love him, the audience adores him, and the odds have never looked better.

Many years before Katniss hunger games, we follow the games of a girl named Aria Williams, from district 1. May the odds be ever in her favour.

This is a fan story about Cashmere and Gloss Nicholo. It's the 64th Hunger Games, I changed it a little; Gloss and Cashmere are twins and are the same age (15) they both participate in the 64th Games. This story was inspired by the Hunger Games and at some point Oshi No Ko. Hope you like it ツ • ~ ☆~ • ~ ♤ ~ • ~ ♡ ~ • ~ × ~ • ~ | ___________