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  • It is Destiny by takenbythewoods
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    16 year old,Destiny Thompson,is a wild and fisty teen girl.she has been free all her life in the pine tree covered land of District 7.it is not until the 86th annul Hunger Games that she finds herself traped in a arena with Sem,a unwanted lover and Dolton a career flirt.she abandons her new friend,Rose,and Sem,for the careers.but when she finds out there plan,will she go back to Rose and Sem?or will she become the first ever District 7 career?
  • Songs  by iim_orange
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    Songs which I heard somewhere
  • The Hunger Games fanfic by teamleoo
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    Okay guys, so thins is kinda my story of The Hunger Games. All rights for any of the characters that aren't mine go to Suzanne Collins and the setting (except the arena) credits go to Suzanne Collins . and all that good stuff. Now,keep in mind this is just a story for fun. I am not trying to copy the author this is just for FUN. All copy right and rights and things goto Suzanne Collins and her publishers and whoever else it may apply to. This story will be much more explicit than the original Hunger Games. It will contain Violence, adult language, sex scenes, and things like that. Don't worry, it wont be like that the whole time. But it will have it. So be warned. This will take place 6 years before Katniss is reaped. Finnick is 17, he has been mentoring for 3 years. It would be the 68th Hunger Games. This is two years before he met Annie.
  • The Antidote  by its_731
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    One minute of complete silence passed until I heard the familiar clack, clack, clack of multiple footsteps against the floor. They're coming. I paused every muscle, even hold my breath just to stay silent, anticipating how close they were. Finally the clacking came to a halt, and I resisted the urge to face my captures, beyond frightened of what might happen. A voice spoke, it was warm and feminine like she was my friendly next door neighbor, Mrs. Hurst. "How are you feeling Apollo?"