Rue never goes to the hunger games. And what would happen if there was a different winner?

It starts with Katniss's thought on life after Catching Fire, and turns into a world wind of action and romance! R&R please. Rated T: violence, small sensuality, gore, and depression.

CHAPTER 2 UP! Basically a continuation after Catching Fire, and what i think happens in the third book. Gale/ Katniss AND Peeta/Katniss in much later chapters, but i'm making it a surprise who she ends up with! aka, im not sure yet READ AND REVIEW!

It's been done before, but I want my chance! Submit your tributes and stylists NOW! First come, first serve, and there are only 8 spots left! SUbmit your characters and watch them battle it out to the end! May the odds be ever in your favor!

Peeta's thoughts on Katniss in a poem. Set before the Hunger Games. Short, rhymes. R&R!

/Fides of vita est fragilis. The assurance of life is fragile./ - Snapshots of an antipathetic documentary. Or, ten losers in ten different lives. - /Here, the strings are cut quickly, and the waiting lines are long./

This is the story of Aridan Wolff, who is chosen to represent District two in the first of the Quarter quells of The Hunger Games. I hope you enjoy following his journey to keep himself alive against all odds.

When Slivern wakes up in a dream , she is paralyzed with wonder . Eventually , some uninvited guests arrive to give her some stunning information.

These are the stories that weren't told, before and after the hunger games books. These stories hold love, anger, sadness, and life. stories, seen in different eyes, in different life's. Stories that need to be told. please give my story a chance

Katniss and Peeta in the eyes of their comrades, allies, enemies, friends and yes unrequited lovers, as they show you, the reality behind the act.

We envy those who can remember. We scorn those who forget. A brief look into the mind of the tribute from District 6, many years ago.

"How many ways do I watch Prim die? Relive my father's last moments? Feel my own body ripped apart?" ;; Hunger Games, pg. 195. What would it be like to experience Katniss's hallucinations?

Welcome, everyone, to the 34th Hunger Games! We are currently drawing tributes, and I'm sure EVERYONE is anxious to see who is picked next! Details inside, and enjoy!

A good story... read to find out

I let a few tears escape. It's so dark that they wont be seen. But only a few, because I might be on screen. Hunger Games poem. R&R

I know this type of thing is over done but mine has a special twist even after you submit your tributes you are the game makers controlling what goes on in the arena even if u didnt submit a character you can help kill off other peoples characters! Closed

A one-shot about the first time Gale developed feelings for Katniss. Please enjoy and review.

"She turned around and started to walk away,leaving him for one last time." A poem about Peeta's funeral. Katniss, Peeta, and Gale.

She know that she hasn't a chance, she know she soon will be dead. She can see it in their eyes. A history about one of the hundred girls that has die in the Games, written as a poem.

Gales secret love for her, Primroses secret observations. Feast your eyes on everything Katniss doesn't know.

Catching Fire spoilers. Haymitch's Hunger Games. HaymitchMaysilee. Angst. / Maysilee's eyes are blue and clear and pure and honest and so filled with things, filled until forever with things that Haymitch will never be.

This is an exerpt of Suzanne Collin's, The Hunger Games from the point of view of Glimmer, District One's sexy female tribute. P.s. I wrote this before I ever found out that District One's male tribute's name was Marvel. So I renamed him Theon.

Sorry about the other one... Publishing fail. I picked the wrong document. : in case you didn't already know, this is about the end of haymitch's games.

Hello, my name is Soyala Delaire, and the sky is my mother. Young, 12 year old Soyala Delaire has finally gotten her chance to compete in The Hunger Games, and she is determined to go through the Games with Sky, her mother, and the birds around her.

"Rue," I say forcefully, gripping her tiny shoulders in my large hands. "Rue!" Then her eyes fly open and she shoots up from bed, as if she has been waiting for me to say her name all this time.