District10 Stories

❝𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR

when a lovely flame dies / smoke gets in your eyes. ❪ CLEMENSIA DOVECOTE ❫ ░ oc: asclepius gaul ░ tbosas ░ inconsistent updates ░ mvsteryink, 2024

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save. The Hunger Games OC / Finnick Odair

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It's the 12 Districts of Panem! (Duh!) and guess what? Your just in time for the Annual 15th Hunger Games. Join 16-year-old Fiona Carmel, in her crummy life in District 10! It's the beginning of the 'Reaping' and everyone is scared, why wouldn't they be? Two of them will be heading to their own execution. Poor Fiona is chosen with the familiar Tyson Jones. She is leaving behind her 8-year-old brother, best friend and her boyfriend. She's lucky enough to have skills with the Bow and Arrow. But the thing is, will Fiona make it out alive? ———————— Right now I'm re-writing Sorry! :) © Lauren De Berardinis, 2013 (A.K.A a__girl__who__writes on Wattpad) Cover by: @ashleewickes

She was never meant to survive something like that. Not whole. Not soft. Not quiet. Back home, the world keeps asking her to settle-to be something smaller, something safer. But she's still burning. Haymitch doesn't try to put the fire out. He just stands close enough to feel it. And maybe, for the first time, she doesn't have to burn alone.

Growing up in one of the outlying villages of District 10, Autumn does not experience either the beauty or wealth of the Capitol, but she also does not experience the complete and utter poverty that others face. Her life consists of moving the herds of cattle from one grazing ground to another, and of hunting and living off the land. She doesn't ever have to think about the Capitol for almost the entire year. Except for one day out of the year, the Reaping Day. This year, her name is called as a Tribute. She finds herself thrown into an entirely strange new world, where survival seems all but impossible.

Leigh Canterbury is a 15 year old girl living in District 10. The reaping for the 74th Hunger Games has arrived, and Leigh is dreading it. If you go into the Hunger Games, you probably won't come out. Leigh has convinced herself that she won't be picked, her name is one in thousands. But what if she is? Can she survive the most brutal and violent event in all Panem?

❛ I WONDER WHAT WILL BE YOUR MOTIVE NEXT? YOUR WILL TO LIVE, OR YOUR WILL TO LOVE? ❜ in which silver quinn must, once again, find the right balance between life. . . and love. 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘿 ― sequel to 'silver' ― catching fire ― 𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘡𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘊𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘉𝘠 @-𝘝𝘖𝘐𝘋𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘚 © jas

Icarus is a girl with a boy's name. Through trials and tribulations he became District 10's male tribute of the 73rd Hunger Games. ~"Do you know how hard it is to fake a smile when you just can't bare the company you're in?"~

As hard as he tried, Coriolanus Snow couldn't erase the annoying stain that was Lucy Gray Baird.

Brooklyn and her brother Ivan are sick and tired of living in District Ten in Panem, Starving almost every day, risked being put into The Hunger Games, is just to much for them. So when they have the chance to escape, they do. What will happen when they risk there lives just to get out of the horrible enviorment they live in? Read Escaping Panem to find out!

"Tell me, Caesar, does my hair look shinier? I think my hair has gotten softer since I've been here- what is in Capital hair masks?" The crowd laughs. Some Capital girls touch their own hair at my comment. Caesar leans over his chair to twirl a streak of my hair around his finger, rubbing a few strands back and forth between his pointer finger and thumb, "Why yes, yes I do think it's gotten a good bit healthier since your time here." I smile. Caesar is as diligent as ever, moving forwards with what's left of our allotted time. He takes a more serious approach. "So, Jake." He turns to his audience, inviting them in on the conversation. "This must be quite the change." I don't get the time to process the implications, if any, of that assumption. "You've only just gotten here, and surely you haven't the time to take it all in." The crowd laughs again, I laugh with them, nodding politely. "What are you feeling? Excitement? Wonder? Perhaps some anxieties?" His tone gradually gets more sympathetic. I pause. "Y'all know those lions at the circus?" I don't bother coaching out my slang. Caesar looks at his crowd questionably and they laugh. His smile is unnaturally stretched. He nods at me to continue. "I sorta feel like them. Loads a' fun to watch, but you just 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 it wants to rip someone's head off." -------- Jake Holst comes from a middle class slaughtering quarter of District 10, and for the better half of three years has backpacked across Panem against all common sense. Barely cultured, and questionably legal in District 2, Jake is reaped into the 66th annual Hunger Games when the selected volunteer gets cold feet. Dodging questions about her accent, the brand on her collarbone, and a series of unidentified sharp objects being thrown her way, it's a long way down for Ms. Holst.

Nia Carter has just turned 16 and the odds are definitely in her favour. Or at least she hopes so... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stand looking up at the reaping stage. We are stood in neat lines, I am near the back with the rest of the 16 year olds. I wait for Clementine Hart to come out of the tall, oak doors: dressed up in her bright, fancy dresses with elaborate patterns that anyone could see from a mile here in district 10. As she steps out of the doors - her shoes clicking on the stage piercing the silence that was always present on reaping days - I hold my breath: consumed with the thought of how much power this woman holds over my future.

With the 70th Hunger Games fast approaching, Maxine Gentile is less than thrilled. Her mother dead, her father depressed and isolated, and her brother working with the cattle most of his time, the young girl is all alone. Except for her only friend, Bax. The two are inseparable and love each other. Then she meets Asher Vern. After that, everything changes. /// I don't own the Hunger Games. I made the characters up. This is just a fanfiction.

The Patchwork of Oria's life has been created in the Scraps of District 8, a place of abandoned Warehouse's, derelict buildings and fabric dumps. Join Oria as she goes from factory Scrap to glory as the unlikely Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games. Cross posted on fanfiction.net ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ #1 Patchwork - 22/01/24

(Hunger Games fanfic) The games took her. My friend. The government took them. My parents. The glass bowl chooses my fate. But sometimes fate is wrong. Like at the reaping. Somehow it has to be wrong for me. When I find myself away from district 10 to the capital for the 71st hunger games, it could lead to death or to new life. Fate is wrong. The several tributes come face to face in the games. Who will win? Daring Chloe? Disgusting Peafowl? Innocent Alicia? May the odds be ever in their favor

12 year old Claire Woodsley is mourning her brothers loss from the 56th hunger games. She comes from district ten with her dad being the butcher. Suddenly she tries something risky when expressing her anger and discovers her talent. Knifes. When Claire is suddenly picked for the 57th Hunger Games she has to do whatever it takes, even play weak, to survive.

With the 75th Hunger Games in sight, and a underground rebellion rising, the last thing Tuls Hearder wants is to be in the spotlight. Falca Underhoof misses her life before it all changed, but now even more change is on the horizon and she must prepare for it. - I originally wrote this story on Quotev