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Winter spring left as quick as it came and things had changed to summer mischievous nights and warm air but the morning came and things changed autumn leaves morph red, orange, and yellow until they die winter comes and you leave me again cold walks alone from the bus stop to my house the home is not much warmer than it is outside we talk about politics over dinner you yell at me running upstairs like I'm being chased in some ways, I am you scream at me through the door I climb onto the roof would it be easier to jump? I pray to a God that doesn't exist for some sort of message I end up taking the easy way out

Kataang Week- Saturday “Nightmare” It was a rainy day, and the gang had just received a notice regarding an angry spirit terrorizing a village in the Earth Kingdom. Because it was so close to where they were, they immediately headed over in hopes of clearing up the problem quickly and getting back to their personal lives. As soon as they arrived in the village, they knew something was wrong. “That’s strange,” Katara started, looking around at the empty place. “Usually at least some people come out to greet us.” Toph wriggled her foot back and forth across the dirt. “They’re all hid

 “Wait! I thought you were the Avatar’s girl.” The actress laughed haughtily. “The Avatar? Why, he’s like a little brother to me! I certainly don’t think of him in a romantic way. Besides, how could he ever find out about this.” The fake Katara and Zuko embraced. But by this time, Aang had enough. He stood up, his anger clearly written across his face. Aang heard Sokka say something to him, but by this time, he couldn’t even make out any words. All he could think about was her. Did something happen between them during the invasion? Images poisoned his thoughts as he dashed outside to get s

 This is from Katara's point of view some time during Book 3. THIS IS AN IMAGINARY SCENE. I MADE IT UP. Also; Sorry in advance to Zutara shippers. Kataang just always felt right to me. It was one of those perfect nights, the kind you remember even after your eightieth birthday passes. The moon over their heads was glowing as if someone had infused it with neon. Katara threw her arms behind her head and shut her eyes, breathing in the soft, warm summer air. A few minutes passed and she opened them again, looking around at her friends while they slept. She heard something stirring, and sat up. “Katara?” Aang said, rubbing his

Clara's POV             A strange, beautiful light streamed through the cracks in the girl's wall, creating a striking orange pattern on the wicker floors. The girl's room was plain and bare, lacking in imagination, which everyone knew the girl had. The small but pretty girl awoke, obliviously, and looked in amazement around her room, pretending as though she had never seen such beauty before. She stepped out of her short yet firm bed, disturbing the beautiful patterns on the floor.             As this girl looked through

The Games are over. The rules have been bended- two victors would be aloud to win in the place of no Quarter Quell the following Hunger Games. My story takes place after this. I will take nothing from anyone about skipping ahead. Don't even bother reading if you are upset of the time. Katniss: I woke up in the morning with a shallow, aching feeling in my chest. I could still see Clove's- or, the mutation's eyes, burning a hole through my head. I could still smell the dry blood on Cato's face, rusty and pungent. "I could still", I thought. That phrase meant the world to me. I could still see Prim's shining face. I could still hunt with Gale

What if Peeta had been killed by the careers on the first day? What if the rule was bended, and two tributes from different districts could win? Katniss: Day Two. Peeta and many others are dead, I thought as I scurried among the trees, silent as a   squirrel. All of the careers are still alive, and I will be their first victim of the day. Great, I thought miserably. That's okay. Maybe If I die, I can see Peeta again. The boy with the bread. The boy with the bread who was killed by ferocious, ruthless kids. And for once, I actually couldn't wait until they killed me too. Sure, there's always Prim to live for, but Gale would take care

Piper: Jason and I looked at each other like we knew what the other was thinking. Walk in the snow? He mouthed as everyone else continued cheering. We were at Annabeth and Percy's celebration Christmas party. So far I had a pretty good time. I spent most of it under the mistletoe with Jason though... I quickly nodded back at Jason and we both got up from the dinner table and put on our coats and scarves. I threw on a hat for the heck of it and started outside with Jason. It was so beautiful at Camp Half-Blood in the winter time, the snow fell perfectly along the winding ways so that it looked like something from one of my Dad's movies!