I see her. Always see her. I see how she picks up on the tiniest details, but misses the most obvious truths. She sees beauty in the damned. But she's blind to my watchful gaze, blind to how I live by the screen that reports every day with her image.

Gale Hawthorne would rather watch a child die than the girl he loves. /Oneshot, freeverse, Gale's POV.

Prim writes a poem to her sister:: You should be proud./You made me so strong./I was able to fight,/I was able to win/Now I'm gone,/So you cried/But I'm alright./Forever strong.:: Hope you like it. Thanks. Beta Reader: PeetaPercyFANGirl

There have been a lot of winners in the 75 years of the Hunger Games, but there have also been a lot of losers. In fact, if you asked the winners, they would probably count themselves amongst the dead. Multiple POV's on how the Games 'haunt the losers'.

A is for apple, B is for blood. The Hunger Games cannot be summarized in one word, but perhaps in twenty-six.

We have all heard those familiar words: no one wins the Hunger Games.

A poem I wrote in Math. About Two tributes who fell in love before their games.

They were broken by the Hunger Games. Poem.

She fights back. Because now, nothing can break her. She's stronger. She's only waiting until he understands it too. Poem.

They're all in the ashes, playing, crying, reflecting. But I'm the only one to love.

A poem about how Katniss sees Peeta throughout the first book of The Hunger Games. I see you there/I can't decide/Should I try and save you?/Should I let you die?/ ...

Rue's thoughts from when she and Katniss split up. First story, so please be nice. One-Shot. Please review!