Post by tasolosthero on Aug 25, 2012 19:01:26 GMT -6
*My first post*
The woods were silent, and the ground slightly wet. The sun was coming up slowly, as I moved carefully, hunting as I was taught by Gale. My bow was in my hands and the mountain air was crisp and refreshing. The arrow was ready to fly but I needed a target, suddenly a bird took off and i was ready in seconds, hitting it dead center, it was a good meal, nice and fat but wasn't enough to sell and eat. I would have to keep hunting. No one else would, no one knew how. Life here seemed so cut and dry. There is no chance, give in. Is that why the hunger games continues, to them its a symbol of slavery but to me it was a light of hope to break free of this lower class. I would show my skill, represent 12 and the memory of the 74th, the only hunger games I watched. After that I couldn't i hid and avoided it. Another bird, another kill. Next year i thought next year.
The woods were silent, and the ground slightly wet. The sun was coming up slowly, as I moved carefully, hunting as I was taught by Gale. My bow was in my hands and the mountain air was crisp and refreshing. The arrow was ready to fly but I needed a target, suddenly a bird took off and i was ready in seconds, hitting it dead center, it was a good meal, nice and fat but wasn't enough to sell and eat. I would have to keep hunting. No one else would, no one knew how. Life here seemed so cut and dry. There is no chance, give in. Is that why the hunger games continues, to them its a symbol of slavery but to me it was a light of hope to break free of this lower class. I would show my skill, represent 12 and the memory of the 74th, the only hunger games I watched. After that I couldn't i hid and avoided it. Another bird, another kill. Next year i thought next year.