Tribute Stories

I won the Hunger Games once. They called me a Victor, but I know better. The Capitol took everything from me, my family, the boy I loved, even the right to call myself alive. I tried to disappear into the quiet: the bottle, the piano, the years between Games. But you can't hide from the world when it's burning. Then came a girl on fire, a spark that refused to die. And somewhere between her defiance and the Quarter Quell, I remembered what it felt like to fight back. This is my story. From the day I was reaped to the day the war ended. From a blood-soaked arena to the long silence after the revolution. Because in the Hunger Games, there are no winners. Only survivors. (68th games-Epilogue in Mockingjay) *I don't own the Hunger Games all rights of the original work go to Suzanne Collins. I only own the original characters that I have included in TINW.*

Life for victors is still hard. Nobody wins the game; there are only survivors. Johanna knows that well since her win in the 68th game and her family suffering the consequence of her not bending the knee to the Capitol. She grew cold, distant, and snappy more than before, an angry woman, sending off two tributes to die each year, having stopped caring about anything since there was no one left to hurt to get to her. That was until the 71st group of tributes showed up, a boy and a girl born into the wrong district, to the wrong fate. And finally, there was a chance for District 7 to gain another winner in its small ranks. Finally, there was a chance for Johanna to open up to the world of feelings again. Started: 15.03.2023 Main story end: 25.03.2023 (Written as completed as the main story is over, but some Epilogues are still being published. There is Blight erasure, lol, and Johanna won an earlier game no need to point it out) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Other Hunger Games books: Stone & Lumber (Johanna Mason X F.OC) - Completed Shake Plushy (Enobaria X F.OC) - Completed The Trackerjacker & The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC) - Completed Splinter (??? X F.OC) - Draft -------------------------------------- I HAVE NO MONEY!!! Stop offering me to draw me comics of my stuff, I cannot pay you... Tell me if it is free fanart because you want to draw my stuff and be included, if not that and money mentioned, I WILL mute you bc I ain't paying.

'And so it was decreed that each year, the Twelve districts of Panem, shall offer in tribute one young man and woman, between the ages of twelve and eighteen, to be trained in the art of survival and to be prepared to fight to their death.' Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell are Distict 2 career tributes, but aren't like the others. They have a secret nobody else knows about, not even the hidden cameras around the arena. And that may just be the same facade Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen claimed- that they are star-crossed lovers. Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell have been waiting their whole lifes for their chance to participate in the Hunger Games, together. Clove throws knifes- she never misses. Cato is a sword handler- the best of them all. Do they have what it takes to win the Games and come back to their district as the victors of the 74th anual Hunger Games? Winning means fame and fortune. Loosing means certain death. The Hunger Games Have Begun...

These are the poems from the story Grief

A small poem by me for the independence day

Jane sits on the beach and stares into ocean

The house was full of children, men, women, and widows. The children who were always present during the Christmas and New Year season. Maybe even more numerous. The men and women at home were definitely more, no doubt: my uncles, aunts, some cousins, and a few nieces and nephews. Almost everyone was present. Those who weren't had very important places to be. Home was home. But this was not a seasonal period; it was early September, 2021. Unlike during the holidays, the presence of the entire family - both those I knew well and those I didn't - swarming like flies around a large, festering wound, was not caused by something good. Dad's chair sat emptily consecrated. His room was padlocked, the key in our firstborn's bunch of keys. His sitting room - almost twice as large as the general sitting room - was clean, with a standing frame displaying his pictures, name, age, date of birth and death, and a Bible quotation at the bottom. It stood in an isolated corner of the room. My father had died some days earlier, in my arms, and my brother had begun asking me to provide my tribute to him. Thoughts of what to say, or how to structure it - whether to write a letter, as was traditional, or go my own way by writing a poem - troubled me. I had so much to say that could fill an entire pamphlet if I were to be fully honest. For days, I left the pamphlet maker in suspense, not submitting anything. In the end, I just dropped 'something', so the space that was reserved for me wouldn't remain empty. However, I felt burdened and burned by the words I would have written, especially when I saw the words that weren't mine fill the space meant for my tribute. At last, I picked up my notebook, which I call my diary, and began sketching words into it. I poured the memories I had of my father. I haven't written much, nor have I written all that I have to say, nor will I. But one thing is certain: good things never leave us completely; they sometimes stay behind in small packages.

Tomorrow is the reaping, two children between the age of 12 and 18 are going to get picked to take part in the 77th annual Hunger Games. Out of all 12 districts only 24 children are going to get picked. For some of them, it would be a huge honor, others are scared to death. Only one kid will survive, only one will be able to return. The rest of them will die in the arena. This years arena possibly will be the hardest in 77 years. It's called The Five Essentials but what does that mean... What will the tributes have to face? They don't know. Everything that they can do to have a higher winning chance is training. Trusting their mentor on their knowledge and their own. Who will survive?

Iveria Ekleev of District 4 has an obsession: counting the time, and has been doing so since her father's death. Iveria's life is forever changed when her name is called during the reaping of the 69th Annual Hunger Games. How many more minutes of her life can she count when she is sent into the arena? What life-saving advice can her mentor Finnick offer her during her training? Finnick/OC

A Tribute to the Fastest Man Alive Celebrating 9 Years

A tribute to Naya Rivera/Santana Lopez in the style of the Quarterback episode of Glee.

A tribute to one of the fiercest women that have influenced my life.

Gale is now living in District Two as a Military officer. You might think he is happy with his new life given he has a new job, but his life isn't where he wants it. Even before the rebellion he saw his life going in a different path. He struggles to come to terms with his past, until he gets a surprising letter.

Here is another TTTE fanfic I have made(It is a cannon 'sequel' to two other fanfics of mine which are "Old Iron Rods" and "The Grandest Engine", so if you haven't read those, I recommend that as it'll set the stage for this one). This was very specially made for a friend of mine, @SheHadSeenEverything as this was a request for her birthday. Happy Birthday dude! \^•^/ I hope you (and anyone else who reads this) enjoy it!!!

Based on the bestselling novel: 'The Hunger Games' by Suzanne Collins, The story of The 72nd Hunger Games is a tale of great tragedy and turmoil. Yet the story also explores so many perspectives, it is able to explore multiple complex and intricate storylines; tales of love, triumph and bravery. For additional content/context, please checkout my tiktok @tenseplumbob, where i have posted backstories and the appearances of the characters whose tales will be told in this fiction.

A tribute poem to Heavy Metal legend Ronnie James Dio

How would you feel if you and your soon to be brother in law were reaped for the Hunger Games? Well now Lavery must find a way for her and Marcos to make it out alive

My first ever story on wattpad! This is an heartfelt tribute to someone special I have lost ..... May his soul rest in peace. ..