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The 73rd Games: A Hunger Games Fanfic [slow updates]
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Ongoing, First published May 10, 2014
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-
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When Kira Blackwood's name is reaped, she knows she's screwed. How is she supposed to survive in a fight to death with twenty-three other tributes, all of whom want to get out alive as much as she does? Not to mention, the thought of killing somebody twists her stomach into all sorts of unnatural shapes. Despite secretly training for the Games in the cow pastures surrounding her home, and being pretty handy with a knife, Kira's kind heart may be the thing that holds her back the most. However, as she navigates through the opulent world of the Capitol, and then the arena itself, Kira starts to realize that maybe, just maybe, it's not the dead she should pity, but the Victor. After all, no one ever really wins the Hunger Games. Survives, sure. But wins? Never. ~~+~~ Please Note: This is set in a world where the 2nd Rebellion failed. All usurpers were executed (except those pesky star-crossed lovers, who knows where they ran off to), District 13 was destroyed for good (but District 12 was rebuilt, on the basis that the Capitol realized that it actually really needed coal), and the Hunger Games were reinstated. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, or to the Lionsgate adaptation of her books. (Obviously.) All characters of my creation are copyrighted. ~~+~~ Thank you so much for reading this, it really means so much to me!!! :) I hope you enjoy, and love it as much as I do! (Also sorry for the length, I sort have this thing for details... and long, run-on sentences... and long, run-on sentences stuffed with details...) Please note: This story is technically incomplete, bc I still want to write a few more scenes after the Games like the interviews and stuff, maybe of the Victory Tour, but I've marked it as complete bc...junior year of high school. Ain't no way that I'm finishing this anytime soon. Hopefully over Christmas break I'll get back around to it.
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•22,499 words (so far)• "Now it is time for our reaping." She left the mic and headed for the female tribute bowl. She shuffled and mix and when she pulled her hand out one accidentally fell from the bowl. She bent over and picked it up. "I oppose this is our card fate has chosen." She slowly opened the card. I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage. it threatened to jump for my body and run away, just like I want to do right now. "And our district one tribute for the females is... Akiria Cordella." I slowly made my way through the crowed and into the isle having to peel my own hand away from my best friend. Every step felt like my legs where made of iron. I ascended the steps to meet Cachinn. "Hello dear." She motioned me to stand behind her. Cachinn returned to the mic with the male's tribute name. "And our male tribute for district one is... Enzo liner." Not my best friend! -- This was it. Their names where drawn for the sacrifice. Panem needs an example and they are it. Brother and sister in the fight to death as punishment for something their father did. A band of kids fight to the death in order to survive. Only one must exit but at what cost. At what cost would they risk everything to save two? This is the 73rd hunger games. May the odds be ever in your favor.