Tribute Stories

"And I hear your ship is coming in, your tears a sea for me to swim. And I hear a storm is coming in. My dear, is that all we've ever been?" Nixie Shoal was one of the very few tributes who smiled at her reaping, she had been playing games since she was born after all, what's one more?

NAÏVETÉ : noun the quality of being naive; lack of experience, wisdom, or judgment. TBOSAS (treech x oc)

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 reveloution. 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.*

Li Song, a modern journalist, once wished to uncover forgotten stories. By chance she received a relic notebook, and after traveling through time, she met its owner-a young man with a smile at the corner of his eyes. He was destined to rest forever in the winter of 1940, in war-torn Ningcheng. Li Song: This is the most unusual interviewee I've ever met. Song Fengnian, a youth of the old era, once disguised as a carriage driver, pulled a strange girl from a pile of corpses. That day, to escape chaos, she played his fiancée. Later, they braved disasters, crossed rivers, endured war, and fought side by side. Song Fengnian: She writes in that odd interview diary and fears I'll die on the way. But I find her... endearing. He never imagined the lonely roads he walked would one day bring him love. And through her eyes, he glimpsed a peaceful future he could never reach. "Run forward, My Dearest Ode. Return to your time, where there is no war. Live the life I, and countless others here, never had. One day, I'll become the free wind, the blooming flowers... and come find you."

Just a story based on an animatic. I really like it :) It is unfinished. If people like it, I might try to continue it, but idk. This is also my first story. Ever posted. credit to @chihan_queli on twitter for the cover art (idk if they made it, but thats where i found it)

1954 Hollywood's golden age is running hot - Technicolor musicals, flashing marquees, and studio stars with smiles carved in light. Donald O'Connor still knows how to charm a crowd. But behind the dance numbers and dazzling grin, something's slipping. Then Evan shows up - a quiet, offbeat stranger with eyes too knowing and clothes a little out of place. He says little. Asks even less. But he sees things - things even the spotlight can't hide. When Evan finds himself swept into the orbit of a fading star, the studio system, and a man dancing too fast to fall apart, he doesn't try to fix anything. He just stays. Listens. Watches the cracks. Because sometimes, even in the brightest decades, it takes a stranger to notice when someone's fading. And maybe, just maybe, there's time for one more number. Updates every Friday, 10:00 PM GMT+10 Highest rankings: #1 Forboding

A collection of short stories inspired by stories I used to hear as a child whenever the power went out, now retold in whatever way I find interesting. Some will be paranormal/fantastical in their nature, others set in the mordern world. I hope these can provide some comfort, entertainment, nostalgia or even inspiration for your own stories.

I thought this year would be the end of it all, but it was just the beginning. ••••• Losing everything to the Hunger Games leaves you stripped bare, inhuman and raw and feral in the most primal of ways. It is freeing to have nothing left to lose. The Capitol has made the mistake of thinking I value my life; they are wrong. I don't care to live. I haven't in quite some time. I have one foot in the grave already. There is nothing they can take from me. Perhaps that mindset will be my saving grace as I confront my destiny- the destiny I take into my hands and craft for myself. Death is only a new beginning, a sea of razor-sharp stones and crashing waves that I am ready to embrace. In the end, we all live to die. Finnick won't like it. He will blame himself as he watches me fight and bleed and fade. But he'll endure. He fears death too deeply to do anything but survive. He will have to look away as I confront my chaos.

Nina vector is from district 5, and is the female tribute for the 58th hunger games. She knows why she's here, she understands that it's a punishment as soon as she sees him. ****Notice***** I will be going back and editing chapters as I go so please be patient if things change between reads.

A heartfelt fan-written tribute to Stray Kids, inspired by the hope, strength, and love their music gives to STAYs around the world. From a STAY for Stray Kids and other STAYs.❤

drew kentwell, older sister of clove, has trained with cato hadley for as long as she can remember. they're inseparable. then she volunteered for the hunger games. and so did he. though they both seem cocky and arrogant to the rest of panem, to each other they're scared kids fighting for their lives and each other.

"Listen. Can you hear it? It's the sound of those long gone, the sound of those who no longer exist. Learn from our mistakes, as only we, the dead have seen the end of war..."© “Featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic The Hunger Games reading list”

" If one of us returns home alive, I'll be the one our district won't recognize." Before Mockingjay, before the Girl on Fire, another rebellion began quietly. Amara Reed of District 11 enters the 55th Hunger Games, admired for a gift the Capitol quickly twists into a weapon for their entertainment. When she refuses to play the role they design for her, she pays a price that only her district ever witnesses. To the rest of Panem, she becomes a curiosity and a spectacle. To District 11, she is something far more complicated: a survivor carrying a silent wound. As Amara steps into the uneasy world of mentoring, her life intersects with the only living Victor of his district. A man who knows better than anyone what the Capitol does to those who outthink them. Some rebellions burn. Others grow quietly like roots under stone.

Ever wondered what the other tributes thought of the arena? What happened to them? This is Rue's story of her time in the arena of the 74th annual Hunger Games DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games. All characters used, events that occur and some dialogue belong to Suzanne Collins

Amaya Odair is no stranger to the Hunger Games. Four years ago, her older brother, Finnick, was reaped for the games and returned the youngest victor in history. Now, for the 69th annual Hunger Games, Amaya finds herself picked for the games. She is already terrified walking into the games as a legacy with a target on her back but going into the games with Maxwell Becks, her brother's best friend and someone she loves in secret, guarantees she won't get out of this without getting hurt.

❝ 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹. ❞ serena odair was a lost cause. everyone agreed, there was no way that two odair siblings could both win their games at such a young age. the lineup of tributes this year looked exceptionally vicious and determined... and serena had always been a little bit different, for the lack of other words. serena odair couldn't win. serena odair was hopeless. especially when she falls headfirst into a romance while she's trapped in the arena. hunger games fem!oc x fem!oc (pre! first book/movie)

Some random poems I come up with sometimes. About love and happiness and emo-ness and videogames. with a few TV tributes thrown in there for good measure.

The Sequel to Lucky Gray's revenge- Go read that first if you want to know the characters.

"Don't you know to runaway from predators sweetheart? They like to hunt" Daphne Sage Baird never believed her sister would make it back alive from the Hunger Games. No one had been happier to be wrong, and the girl was eternally grateful for her return. Yet the songbird had attracted a predator, a snake who followed her home, Coriolanus could not help but crave the Hummingbird Daphne Sage & Unlike her sister there was no where the girl could run to escape. No willow tree for her to hide inside, she would go down in history whilst Lucy Gray became a mystery. Coriolanus Snow X fem oc

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