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Geth342: A response to my 24 word challenge. Each chapter is a letter, though the majority of letters are not written to be read. Apart from that, i can only say: thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy!

Character/Story: Jasmine Alwood (The female tribute from District 10 in the 74th Games)/ Sponsors, Game Over, Mentors (not up at time of publication)

2) A Children's Story (Prompt 6: Bells)

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My darling Jasmine,

Do you hear those bells? You used to love them so much when you were younger and even when you ... went away. You loved the way they chimed and the movements they made. You thought they were beautiful; you always wore them in your hair.

I wish I could feel the same way as you did but, right now, they're a curse.

Listen to them, Jas. I know you can hear them. They're playing just for you. It's your party, as you would say, twirling your hair in your fingers.

It's your funeral as your mother whispers now, clutching my hand.

They're eerie, aren't they? Or is that just me? I don't know. All I hear in my head are bells tolling slowly and cannons firing again and again and you.

Do you know, I don't think I will be able to listen to bells ever again? Because every time I do, I'll think of you. You once asked me if you really had to grow up. You were only seven or so but you wanted to be a little girl forever. It sounds cliché but, to me, you're always my little girl. Just like you're your mother's little girl and Daisy and Alfus' sister. I just wish that you could have been in a position to say that to your own beautiful daughter (gets her looks from my side of the family, obviously), one day in the future, with a charming husband (who I would have to hate on principle) standing next to you.

The bells are finishing now, Jas. I know you'll still be here, watching me so I just want to say, one last time, that's it's time to say goodbye. Time for bed, Jas, just like when you were a little girl. Sleep well.

Love from,

Dad.