Mrms Stories

"And between the ice and the darkness, between the purity of the water and the light, I have long gazed at you with eyes of love. But the differences between us were many; all of them thought you were bad, yet I found goodness in that coldness and love. However, it did not last but a few minutes, and in those minutes and seconds, I felt everything: the most beautiful feeling and the worst feeling - love and betrayal. I denied myself for you, I denied my community for you; a false love. I forgot myself for you, I did not listen to my inner voice as I listened to you. Everything around me collapsed until I became in this weakness. It was a bad and false love, a false love despite my intense love for you. I proved to myself that no matter how much love increases, deception kills. It was a dark love, like your cruel heart. And would that your cruel heart soften for another and you forget me, and I become a fleeting presence in your life?"

We are here to teach you about the "groups" and "gangs" at madriver middle.

At first, these seem to be ordinary tributes in yet another running of the games. It's just a circus of people and memories, of enemies and allies. Nobody has a sense of right and wrong. In the midst of the killing, the tributes realize one thing- that the Capitol isn't being honest. They do not work of their own free will, they are merely pawns in a game of chance. The have lain the firewood and the flint and the steel. All they need now is the spark. -under revision, apologies for any inconsistencies-