A woman in a habit stepped into an empty bedroom. Her face was round, plump, and creased with wrinkles though she wasn’t old. Her eyes were sharp behind the round lenses of her glasses. She had her hands clasped before her, as if in silent prayer. Despite the sign above the door that a dit MIND YOUR HEADS, she did not falter. She was so short, things like that did not apply to her.
This was Mother Helena.
Following her was a man, tall and thin. He, unlike her, had to stoop and managed to do so just in time. He moved with slightly jerky movements and had a bizarre-looking goatee. His hair was...

I was born to die.
That’s one thought that’s been haunting my mind since I had first learnt to talk. At first I had been terrified. But par now, I was ready. I wasn’t exaggerating when I a dit die, par the way. It’s not like, I was born to live and then die satisfied. I was born to be killed before I was eighteen. I was born to compete in the Hunger Games.
The origins of this suicide mission are simple—the 13 districts led a rebellion against the Capitol, lost, District 13 was destroyed, and now we must soumettre a girl and a boy to compete to the death in an arena as the Capitol watches...

The waves hit the rive with tremendous force and struck rock so hard the cliffs threatened to topple over.
The rive was alive with the sea, joined par the seabirds making the sounds that came naturally to them. Every blade of herbe was moving in the wind and it howled as if it were a little girl who had just grazed her knee and been told she couldn’t have a lollipop. It sounded like a haunted house’s ghost, poorly constructed with every element of the voice perfected to impossibility.
In the distance, the village clock struck midnight but the chimes were only vaguely made out. A person in...