Good Beginning for Fan fiction??

Taylor Ray
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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? Jan 25, 2012 20:11:20 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on Jan 25, 2012 20:11:20 GMT -5

She sprinted through the woods, in hope of not being virtually alone for the remainder of her life. Tears rolled down her cheek. She screams her little 13 year old allies name, "Sage! Where are you? Sage!" Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest as she tramped her way through the woods. What more could happen, being put in the hunger games, loosing her district partner, and now possibly the tiny, cute, spirited 13 year old from district 5. She frantically looked around and then she heard it. The scream. She ran swiftly and quickly in towards the direction. She heard her own name screamed by her possibly helpless ally, "Willow! Please! Willow!" Willow was determined and nothing could stop her now, as she saw snow coating the ground, she stopped. Only for a moment did she stop to contemplate her surroundings. Then the thought came- Sage can't win if she was to. She shrugged it off in guilt and turned through the woods to see her ally.

The cold bitter snow was starting to cover her. She was entangled in jungle vines, undoubtedly woven together by an enemy. Willow just let out her exclamation, "Sage!" as the arrow flew into her little Ally's chest. Without thought Willow's face flickered from her ally and shot a poisonous dart into the opponents body, the effect was immediate. Her knees went weak and she fell to the ground. She looked into Sage's eyes, knowing they would never show that cheerful, spirited expression again. Frost had formed on Sage's hair as she held Willow's hand. "Will--oww. Don't let my death be a waste," Sage sniffled. It hit Willow, HARD. The girls dying words- Don't let my death be a waste. In and instance Willow replies, "Never." Soft eyes were present on Willow's face, the only kind that shows extreme hurt. Willow had just the chance to brush back Sage's hair, before she was gone from the world forever.

This is a work in progress. But is it a good enough beginning to a story???

-Larissa 73

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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? Feb 18, 2012 16:46:15 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on Feb 18, 2012 16:46:15 GMT -5

Next Part:
Willow tramped through the frost bitten woods. The snow was slowly beginning to disappear. She thought about everything. Her world seemed trapped in the games. Her mind didn't dare to think of the faces watching her at home. She wondered if they felt as hopeless as her. They couldn't. They had each other, they were still together in District 11.
She decided to leave her world alone. It was entangled by the games right now making it unthinkable. She headed for the cornucopia. She knew careers would probably be there. They could so easily kill her. Willow was out of supplies. No matter what she would be forced to go there. She would have to face them soon enough.
She arrived upon the cornucopia. It was dead quiet. Not even the rythmic sound of her breathing filled the air. She began towards a jug of water, having no idea what would really lie ahead.

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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? Feb 19, 2012 16:29:47 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on Feb 19, 2012 16:29:47 GMT -5

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As she stepped forward and grabbed the bottle, SNAP. An ax went flying into the air. She ducked just in time to not get hit, but she was still in danger. She knew careers would flock her in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds. She kept telling herself to think. Think. Think. Her mind only seem to think of the outside world now. How ironic. She knew not to put off her thoughts earlier. Frustrated she just ran into the direction her feet chose.
She could hear them. Discussing the ax, frustrated that the tribute got away. She was a safe distance away, but her ears would never miss those gut wrenching voices. She was in a wheat field. The plant had a gentle, soft, peaceful sway. Suddenly her mind went back to her stylist, Ciera. "Oh Willow! Like the swaying tree! I heard you guys had weird names, but Willow? At least a swaying tree has some sense of peace to it. Better than being named after something ridiculous." Her stylist was, well, capitol. She was rude and constantly contradicting herself. Although at the moment Willow would so much rather be sitting by her stylist, that she never thought would come to her mind.
The next thing Willow is conscious of is waking in the field. Frantically she looked around. Then a cheerful smile came to her face. It was a weird way of thinking but she couldn't help but smile that the careers couldn't find her while she was sleeping. Defensless. Ha. With some sense of self pride, Willow gets up and heads to the woods, dodging the cornucopia.

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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? Feb 21, 2012 20:02:10 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on Feb 21, 2012 20:02:10 GMT -5

Her breathing was so heavy. It was super hot, even at night. There was only 7 tributes left. Willow knew at this rate she would die from heat not another mans hand. Then it hit her. The little district 5 girl. The frost on her angel carved cheeks. Her flowing black hair. Her dark eyes that held so much emotion. She knew in the heat their was no chance of tears, but her heart was slowly melting, tearing piece by piece, making her life miserable.

This is where im stopping today. It is really emotionally packed. I hope some imagery got to you.

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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? Mar 13, 2012 19:19:31 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on Mar 13, 2012 19:19:31 GMT -5

Miserable. Thats the definition of district life. All of these children die every year. All of sudden Willows humanity was gone. Her mind went back to the games. She heard someone behind her. She turned slowly with dart gun in her hand.They were in the trees. She made herself not totally scan the area. She needed to be careful. If they weren't yet sure where she was she wasn't going to scan the area so everyone could notice one another.
She took a few steps forward and suddenly started dashing for her life. She periodically turned keeping eye on her attacker who was quick to follow. He was big, muscular. She never was so glad someone was injured. His injury might as well be what saves her life. She turned, stopped. Knowing that she couldn't flee fast enough, she was ready to face it. Life or death. They sized each other up. He was in worse shape than him now. The running emphasized his injury.
Humanity returned. He was't defenseless, but she couldn't think of hurting someone so weakened. Then and only then, she thought: He came after me. With a quick pull of trigger, her attacker was down. She whispered a silent sorry. This isn't her. She quickly decided humanity isn't apart of these games. Right now it isn't apart of her. This thought put her own self to shame, but she would not take it back.

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Good Beginning for Fan fiction?? May 5, 2012 8:50:11 GMT -5

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Post by Taylor Ray on May 5, 2012 8:50:11 GMT -5

She continued on. Looking for shelter, she came along a tribute. She was helpless. Hopelessly entangled in a net. She knew that this girl would die as Sage did. Not by the same hand but same death. She stopped breathing for a second. The next thing she knew was she was unraveling the net and dragging the girl to her feet. The trapper was there. He looked viscious. They ran, swifting through the woods Willow began to slow. She couldn't partially support the mysterious girl and save herself. She knew she should just let go, but that would be a dishonor to Sage. Finally she slung the girl forward hoping she could continue running and started swerving. Her attacker was gaining, he was pulling baack a bow. Willow ducked. The arrow missed. Her attacker, momentarily confused, ran smack into a tree. She found the mysterious running girl, standing, panting for her breath. Willow took her hand and walked with her. Willow murmed, "Name?"
The girl answered, "Call me silver." Willow nodded, wondering... Why silver? "Look, I don't need an allie to take care of me." Silver suddenly said. "What? I just saved your life?" Willow whispered harshly. "Yes, that isn't your job. I did not ask for help. I owe you nothing," said Silver. Willow replied, "Okay. Don't grab my hand next time to let me pull you up." Willow walked off, partially annoyed. Silver yelled, " Your just to compassionate for these games!"
Willow did not reply. It would be stupid to answer to something so, so low. Willow then decided to just sit. Sage had muffled her way into her conciousness, again. She let one tear escape. Then looked up, signed a respective hand gesture, and then turned the poisonus darts she owned on herself. She couldn't do it though, kill herself. She would not let Sage's death be a waste.
She was mad. Confused. Distraught. Was she really compassionate, too caring, too generous? She would have been a step closer to winning. She thought whos left,.. whos left? Careers, Silver, 4 random district kids. She was no where near home. 9 were standing in her way. Nine more children dead.She sighed. She wished her family well. She layed down. And she went to sleep.
When she awoke she wished to be in the vague dream land. It was quiet there. Safe. Now she awoke to darkness. Emptiness. Nothing. She heard a cannon. Immediatley the deaths were up in the sky. 2 more. 7 left. Silver had died. Willow couldnt help but to roll her eyes. She had offered help. God ridance she thought. She decided to find real shelter. Finding it was uneventful. She had found a nice cave.s= She didnt really care for hiding the opening. She promised Sage to win, but that was harder to do now that she wasn't seeing a little girl dying in front of her.