Ghostwriting for you (charade)

So, this started out as a meme in slack, but as I've been swamped in requests, I'll be posting my attempts at ghostwriting other members of the site here! Many thanks to Kire for suggesting I save these for posterity.


Elegant:

Babe: September shares his calendar and Babe nods. "Family is important, isn't it?" he says. He looks at Xime on the ground and searches for that inner fire, that blaze she would have stoked. But he is a matchstick man, and all that is left is the ashes. He touches the cut on his cheek and nods. This is real. This is right. He has bled but there is still enough in him to make September bleed. "Well," he says as he swings. "Let's get this over with."

Rave:

Sardonyx:"Welcome to the Roost! Now I know you're all excited for the quell, but before we get into that, We have a special guest. Please welcome the junkyard dog himself, Kirito!" And that was where she left it, because fuck pronouncing his last name, her soon to be ex-aide had gotten her the wrong drink during the commercial break and she desperately needed to go the spa. Sometimes, showbiz just wasn't worth the energy to perform.

Rook:

Patricia: It's cold tonight. The chill gets into my bones, sweater or not and my second cigarette of the night is of little comfort. The stars are out, but they don't shine on me. Some nights, I ache for the darkness of the arena. For a time where I didn't have to see myself. See what I've become. I put the cigarette out on the balcony railing and let it fall, spinning end over end until it's out of sight. I am the victor of the sixty-eighth games. So why do I feel so lost?

Windy:
It's easier this way. Like a shirt whose stitches have come loose, Dio is undone. Goodbye Ike, he thinks. Goodbye Cedar, goodbye Kass. He was wrong in the end. As he tumbles farther and father into the dark, he knows he hasn't made anyone proud. But he tried, didn't he? Doesn't that count for something? The final ember of light above him winks out and he knows he was wrong. He didn't have time. He didn't have anything. At least in space, no one can hear him cry.

Griffin

Francisco Bloom:The sunflowers surrounding me bear silent witness to my agony, the loamy soil the final resting place I will ever know. The flowers bend their necks, aching for my lifeblood as it nourishes their roots. The sun sets but my spirit rises. My heart is hollow, but that is because I carved it out for him.

Tom

Teddy: The truth of the world was that life was what you made it. He fidgets with his hands as he stares at the tribute across from him. He wants to tell them everything will be okay, but that is a lie. He is ruin, and not a day passes that it doesn't hurt. He has buried too many children before their time. He downs the last bit of his wine. He has nothing to say to the tribute right now. Because every time he speaks, he is proven wrong, and Teddy is so tired of being wrong.

Goat
I have no idea what people think of me. I've said before that I don't want to kill anyone. It's funny, or maybe its sad, but people tend to underestimate me. My will. I know I'm capable, but I've never shown it when it matters. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that. But that's me. Loveless. Hopeless. Damaris.


Tris
She is lightning. She is thunder. Pillar Fray is a goddess. Golden ichor flows through her veins, her heartbeat the anvil on which legend is formed. She is everyone’s desire but she desires only one thing. To be known. Only then can she lie still in the mausoleum, a marble venus gathering dust.

Kire:
Siren: Part of her wanted to call out to him, but she could never go back. She was a child of the sea; raging tempest and the waves lapping at the shore. Siren Baitwell was a murderer, and that was okay. She’d had to do it to get here. It just hadn’t been enough. “Are you watching, Colgate?” she murmured, ocean spray on her lips. The water rose up to claim her and then she was gone.

Ryan
“I am not the lucky one.” Annie said, gritting her teeth. Her nightmares said otherwise. It was a conversation she did not want to have, and not with Shelby. It was one thing to stare at your victim’s tombstones. It was another thing entirely to see them walking around. It was a hell she would never escape. A hell she had chosen if it meant getting away from her devil of a father. Unfortunately, this hell had more demons than the first.


Frankel
The embers have faded, and all I have left are the ashes. I am dying, I know that. But there is clarity in the stillness. Life is a battlefield, and I have joined the fallen. Raven will soldier on; he has one last race to run. Maybe he'll do better than I did. The sky above holds no answers for me. It doesn’t need to. In this ugly reality I found beauty for a few shining days. It was in the moments between the snowflakes. In her eyes, though I tried to deny it.

Save a dance for me, will you Stella?

Kay

A storm brewed in the cold grey of Mace’s eyes as he stared out the train window. District ten slowly passed out of view as it chugged along, leaving him alone with his thoughts about the reaping. He supposed it had only been a matter of time. The past never stayed buried; it was the way of things. The Monaghan’s had been young parents, and some years after the 59th they’d had children again. Hunter Monaghan was the youngest, born sometime in the late sixties. Maybe around the time Katelyn had won. And now Hunter was his way to the Capitol.Mace grimaced. Lex was safe back in her district, but maybe there was one last debt he could repay.


To be added:
Lyndis
Puppy
Cass
Zori
Kari
Pogue
Marr
Kaplan
Dars