This will be before the 74th Hunger Games but after the 73th game. I think it will be the dreams of the tributes, of the winners. Feel free to make your own dream. I will post as fast as I or someone else writes a chapter. You can write the chapters as long as you want but mine will only be around 700 - 1000 words.
Feel free to make your own winners or use some of the ones that Suzanne Collins wrote. It can of course be of tributes before they enter the arena too, if you want to write them like that. Please write with character and when too. It makes it much easier for people to understand when it is.
I will post the chapters so don't think about that, and yes I will look every day so I don't miss something. The story on will be rated M, because I don't know what you want to write about. It doesn't need to be arena dreams but it is preferred, you need at least a little mention of the arena in the dream. I will not take the thing you wrote away. but it just doesn't match the theme the title gives.
The dream doesn't need to be the whole chapter but it needs to be at least one third of it. You can have the whole chapter of the dream but you can also make it only one third as you want. It is your choice. It can also be more than one dream in each chapter. It can be 2 or 3. As long as it is a clear shift between the dreams.
You can write about the same characters of course but don't steal from each other. You have to change the character a little, but I think that is obvious, because on one writes the same way.
It is okay if you aren't fluent in English, just try your best. I will correct it, if it is too much that isn't spelled correctly but only if it almost isn't readable. Because I am not fluent in English ever. Just so you know.
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Shadows of the Arenas
Mags, shortly after the 11th Hunger games:
I am running through the water. The mutts are swimming after me. I stop when I hear Kaelan scream. The mutts have stopped following us but Kaelan is just laying in the water. He isn't moving.
- Kaelan… Kaelan! Stay awake! Please. I can't let you die. I just saved you from dying in the bloodbath. I can't lose you now! You were supposed to go home, to see the real sea again. Please, live. There needs to be something I can do. Kaelan! Kaelan! Noooo!
My screams after help is unanswered, the only thing I see is Kaelan's body. He is dead. The canon goes of… About now. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Tears I shouldn't cry, I should save the water I have in my body. It is only me left. I need to live. I need to get home… Home so that I can help Kaelan's sick little sister.
After that does everything go black…
I open my eyes. Tears streaming down my face and I can't help but scream out in pain. My heart is breaking. Kaelan was only 13 years old but he was the only one I could talk to… The only one that understood me. He died because I couldn't take care of him.
- Mags! MAGS! Stop screaming, it is okay… You are home. You are in our new home. You are the first victor ever that got a new home, and all the money you can dream of. Kaelan is dead. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything and you will never need to go into the arena again.
My older sister holds me tight, tight and I cry. I cry until I can't cry anymore. I know that I won't be able to kill myself. I have tried… Like five times but someone always stops me.
I fall asleep in her arms, still quietly sobbing.
I lock eyes with Orin. He is drenched in his own blood while I don't have more than a few small scratches on my skin. I look at Orin as he falls together and when he touches the ground does I jump a little even if I knew he would.
- Orin, I don't want to hurt you. Please let me be with you, your last minutes. You are close to death, and you know that. I can help you the best I can. I hope you accept this because I am going to sit by you now.
I walk over to Orin and he doesn't make a sound, or move. He is too close to death to do anything like that. I sit close to him and hold him until he stops breathing. When he does that and the cannon sounds, I still not move.
I don't move then the peacekeepers come into the arena wanting me to move away from the dead boy. I would have done it if I could but right now is my body to chocked to even move a little.
When the president places the crown on my head, does I still not move, I don't move until I must. I don't move until I see my new house. And my family. Then do I move, but only to fall to the ground crying like a baby. Only to understand that I am a murder. I have murdered five people, to keep a boy I knew would die alive. I am worse than the worst criminals of district 4.
That thought does still linger in my head. Three months after the games. I am a murderer. I have killed five people directly and have had two people dying in my arms. I am a coldblooded killer… And I will be until I have saved fourteen people from death. That count starts now.
I am a coldblooded killer…