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  Peeta Mellark in the Hands of the Capitol

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  I wake up every day not knowing the date, or the day of the week for that matter. My skin has become paler and the areas under my eyes are now purple with bruising and fatigue. Scars cover my body from whips and handcuffs. My voice is hoarse from screaming and every muscle I have screams with pain r...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  The Hunger Games: Chapter One, Peeta's Point of View

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  The only reason I’m waking up today is for the Reaping. Otherwise, I would have loved to sleep for an eternity away from my mother. You’d think a baker in District Twelve would have an easier life than those in the rundown Seam, but I don’t. Try living with a family who doesn’t care for your...
• Fiction > Romance
  A Speech of Proposal

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  I can look into your eyes and I can easily see myself reflected back. That doesn’t mean much to some people, but to me it’s everything. It means I see myself in you; a part of you that I don’t ever want to let go of. Being in the same room as you just makes my heart buzz and beat with exciteme...
• Hot Topics > Bullying
  The Hatred, the Pain, the Gunshot

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  My alarm clock buzzes and shakes me from my dream. The only place I feel safe enough to be myself. I don’t fit in well, I’m bullied constantly. You know, everybody loves a f***ing queer. Oh, no, it really is nice, though. Total strangers get to vote on whether or not I get to marry the person I ...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  Epilogue to "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins (My own version)

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  I know four things. One, I am named after my mother’s sister, Primrose Everdeen, who was killed in an explosion during the revolution against the Capitol. My full name is Primrose Rue Mellark. Two, my mother took part in what was once the Hunger Games; an annual event where 24 tributes from 12 dis...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  It's Just an Ultimatum

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  We're made from ideas fabricated by the highest authorities; those who set the bar too high and make us believe nothing is ever good enough. These ideas, in turn, are perceived as and only as, an ironclad ultimatum....
• Nonfiction > Academic
  Critical Lens Essay: Animal Farm by George Orwell and Night by Elie Wiesel

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  Lord Action, a British historian once said, "Power tends to corrupt; absolute corrupts absolutely." This could be interpreted as: Power destroys, but absolute power annihilates. This quote and interpretation are best proved through Night by Elie Wiesel and Animal Farm by George Orwell. Thi...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Mockingbird

  

  By Foxglove, Queensbury, NY

  Little mockingbird, little innocence Sitting up in your tree You play a beautiful song To be heard by all And you keep away from trouble But when a gun comes along You start to sing “so long” And you fly away to better days Why did you go? I’m sure you know None of them mean any h...