Disclaimer: I have yet to acquire the Hunger Games.

FYI: These stories aren't necessarily in chronological order. Thought you might want to know that.


Fallow Hyle (Age 18) male – District 4

Nothing could be better. When I volunteered, I already knew that I had an advantage; I had been training for this. But nothing could prepare me for the unfathomable luck that was bestowed upon me in the arena. It was a chain of island, and the only way to get to each one was to swim. That's lucky District 4.

It became evident at the beginning of the Games that there were different resources on each island. And for that fact, many were wiped out. Hunger, thirst, and heat killed over half of the tributes, the ones who couldn't swim. And now, with only five left, I feel no need to worry. Who in their right mind would want to mess with me? I would laugh at anyone who says that they would.

I hoist myself up off of the beach. Time to move to Shelter Island, I think in my head. Normally, I would remove my shirt to swim, because I'm that sexy. But the material is waterproof, and the sun is high. Don't want to get unnecessary sunburns.

I tread out into the shallows until it goes up to my mid-torso. Then I dive in. the water is cool and refreshing on my skin. I cut through it with ease, not taking effort as some do. I'm about three-fourths of the way to the next island when I remember. My trident, I had left it. Cursing myself, I turn back around.

I can't help but notice how much darker the waters gotten. It was clear a moment ago, I could see the coral bottom. I ignore it and flip to my back, so I can close my eyes and relax as I swim. My eyes jolt open when I hear the thrash of water. I turn around; expecting to see a tribute. But all I see is a massive fin. And I know that it doesn't belong to a dolphin.

Shark! There weren't sharks in the water before. I could tell. I know when sharks are present. I turn back to freestyle; hoping the one shark won't notice me. Then I notice it isn't one shark. It's hundreds. They are everywhere, circling below me, circling around me. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, I think. If I don't make eye contact, maybe they won't see me as a threat. I'm going up for air when I see a massive thirty-foot shark beside me. Its beady black eye is staring at me. Oh shit, I made eye contact.

It takes less than a second for the frenzy to begin. Sharks are attacking me from every direction, biting, then returning to the dark abyss below. My blood is tainting the water red. It doesn't take long for one of the sharks to land a decapitating blow. Yeah, lucky District 4 my super-hot ass.


Seeing that each story is a different tribute, they might be funny, sarcastic, romantic, sad, scary, stupid, weird, ext. So, hope you enjoyed reading! Review!