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What if Maysilee Donner won the 50th quarter quell?

Coin got what she wanted, Peeta was lifted from the Arena, safe in the arms of the rebels desperately trying to use him for their cause. But Katniss was taken, lowered into the capitol's dungeons, with no idea of the war that has started around her. They both struggle to stop themselves crumbling, having been thrust into something neither of them were prepared for. Completely alone. Please comment if you like it, or if you don't. Any feedback whatsoever you can offer me i will take. updates when asked for them (even if i haven't in ages chances are i'm still here) All rights to Suzanne Collins X

District 13. Aj Callihan-Gale Hawthorne-the mockingjay. Aj is 16, Gale is 19, Katniss is 17. While Katniss is battling the fact that her dearly beloved is gone, maybe dead. Not bothering to fathom that a rebellion is brewing. Or, has already started. But Gale hasn't. He is determined to get Katniss' head back on her feet, back in reality, back being the mockingjay. But a certain beautiful blue eyed girl seems to be distracting him. Who may that be? Aj Callihan. The one who is destined to be Gale's life changer. Hold on to your hat Gale, your heart may be taking from Katniss.... If you let it.

It's been 15 years since the revolution and Katniss finds out that she is pregnant. But when Peeta leaves on business, how will Katniss cope by herself?

The Dark Days have started in Panem. Jordan and Cornelius are in danger. Cornelius, the son of the corrupt president, President Snow, is the perfect heir to take the reins. That is, if the glorious country of Panem still exists after the war. Cornelius is slowly realizing that Panem isn't the perfect place he thought he knew and loved. Any other thought is terrifying to him. Jordan is in the Districts. They're getting ready to rebel. Her District isn't very strong. What will happen to her? Her family? Will they be ever be able to survive? (Collaboration between @KatyCatNinja and @feelcantbecontrolled)

In a world when more of the Victor survived the 75th games, Snow had never died and Finnick's son lives with his mother in District Four, Tommy finds himself headed into the arena. With some good friends at his side, can he use his parents skills to win the fourth Quarter Quell? *unedited* all characters and ideas go to Suzanne Collins. *first fanfic plz bare with me*

THE HUNGER GAMES ━━ ❛ the hunger games was gemini riverwood's destiny and now it was time for him to partake in the game of survival. ❜ KATNISS EVERDEEN x MALE OC x PEETA MELLARK HUNGER GAMES ANGIE © 2019 #439 in #THEHUNGERGAMES

The Snows; a perfect family of eight children and the perfect heir to Panem's presidential throne: Coriolanus Snow. As the Snow children grow up, they battle with Panem's prejudice against them: being the children of the man who created the Hunger Games, Octavius Snow, and the fact that people their age are being forced into a game of death. To make matters worse, a tragic event starts a ripple effect of horrible things that rips the Snow family apart. Join the Snows on an adventure of friendship, love, betrayal, heartbreak, hate, and death.

When nothing is left, is all that is left nothing? District 0 is a district hidden between the Capital and District 1. It was created after The Dark Days to supply Peacekeepers for all the other districts. District 0's identity was hidden from the other districts, put off as a myth just like the survival of some District 13 inhabitants. The Capital has made the mistake of not keeping an eye on District 0, thinking as long as they're supplying Peacekeepers that they are still obeying the Capital. Oh, how wrong they are.

Finnick Odair, the Golden Boy of the Capitol, won his games at the mere age of fourteen. The bronze haired womanizer from District Four is known for his charming personality and flirtatious habits. However, that is not all there is to him. He's not the shallow shell of a person he's sometimes made out to be. The Games take a toll on every victor- that goes without being said. Finnick may still be alive, but he's barely breathing. The Games never truly end, do they? [ All characters mentioned from The Hunger Games trilogy, including Finnick Odair do not belong to me, but to Suzanne Collins. I give credit where it's due, and all rights are reserved to her. Enjoy! ]

Gale, a character of The Hunger Games, has been offered a job in the Genetic Headquarters of Chicago (Divergent). But everything comes with its own cost...Gale writes a letter to Katniss before going.

Tris and Caleb Prior, are sent into the arena with 18 others to fight to the death. Only one can survive. This is a mix of the books; The Hunger Games and Divergent. I hope you like it!

My name out of thousands of children in my district, it was me, my name that was called. They say its an honor to be a tribute but I think that's a lie. Whats so honorable about killing? How about dying? Phoebe Willows, 17 years old and a tribute in the 67th annual Hunger Games. Alongside her, an ex friend. Will she come out alive? or will her face be shown in the sky with the rest of the fallen tributes?

It's that time of the year again. The flowers bloom, all the animals come out of their winter dens, and the Tributes for the annual "Hunger Games"-as they called it-are chosen. Being 15, this will be Malia's third year in bowl at the reaping. Since it's gone good so far, surely the odds will stay in her favor this time...right? But who knows, always expect the unexpected.

Katniss Everdeen, the supposedly new mockingjay – the sign of rebellion, the spark of only hope of all of the district people – is no more. After sacrificing herself to let her fellow District 12 tribute, Peeta Mellark, to continue living and go back home as the victor of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, the people has no other choice but to oblige the Capitol’s policies, even if it is against their will. Another year has passed, and the Capitol has been looking forward for the much-anticipated seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games, especially because they know that it only meant two things: a good television show and more people will be sacrificed. And since it is going to be the third Quarter Quell, everything that had happened twenty-five years ago is bound to be repeated, as it should. Forty-eight tributes from the twelve districts will battle against pain, starvation and death, but in the end, only one will be crowned as victor after the bloodbath. *~* “And in the end, we are all just the same fabric woven from the same material. We are all just mere humans, drunk on the idea that love—only love—could heal our brokenness.” © Daphne Reyes (conjurethemockingjay), All Rights Reserved 2014

It is the year of the 31st Hunger Games. Everything is running the same. The same old boring speech given by the same old lady. Two kids picked and the same old tears shed as they walk up to the podium. The same old screams heard every year from the shocked parents. The same old cheers and jeers from the same old gamblers betting who will be picked this year. The same old routine. Over and over again. You would think there would be more to it, but there isnt. Maybe for the first years who have never had the chance to be picked before and are still sympathetic for the others who are picked but not for the most of us. Most of us are selfish and are just glad it isn't ourselves up on the stage. Others no longer care, because they've seen it so many times and this has become the normal for them or because they have seen their own family member or loved one on the stage. Either way they no longer care. This year is different though, this year someone is picked who has nothing to lose and doesn't care for the system. This year it's going to be interseting. (This is a story about my own OCs in panem, if you dont like this or when people stray from the book a little THEN DONT READ)

"We have very exciting news," he told my parents, his eyes glinting in the fading sunlight, illuminating the soulless expression he wore, "Clove has been chosen to train for the games." There were fake smiles exchanged, fake compliments given and fake wishes for success expressed between him and my parents. After he left, many tears were shed. But tears would not change my fate. Nothing could change my fate. I was going into the games.

Eighteen year old Helena, of District Two, had worked her whole life for the honour of fighting for her district. Fifteen year old Athena, of District Three, never thought to be worried about being reaped. Fourteen year old Crow, of District Seven, knew full-well what odds a community home brat had of making it to their eighteenth birthday. No matter how they got there, each one of them found themself a tribute in the eighty-third annual hunger games - and each one of them was determined to beat the odds to make it home alive. No matter what they might have to do along the way. // Set in a world with no canon characters, but instead an all new cast of tributes and victors to fall in love with, provided I should actually finish writing this and move onto the sequels.

''Look at me,'' there was a tone in his voice, ''I don't have anything at all. And now I’m working whole day in the mines like some kind of a servant for the capitol, so I don’t even have shame. So, I have nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.'' He stares at her for a long time wondering if she is going to say anything. Marcy could not help herself from not staring into his eyes. ''What about me?'' she forced out after silence had filled the air ''You have me,'' reminded Marcy him. His lips met hers, cutting off whatever rant she was about to say. His hand reached for hers. They kissed tentatively passionately and then tenderly. He pulled his lips away and brushed her hair away from her face. ''You are right,'' he said.