They say life is a story and how it ends depends on the choices we make. I hadn't made many choices before I was uprooted from my home in Virginia and transported into my favourite book. Unfortunately, it just so happened that said book contained more death than life and I was being forced to kill for my own. As I continued my fight for survival, would I ever figure out a way home?

She thought she had nothing to live for. No family, no friends.. just the empty feeling of loneliness aching in her chest as she weeps herself to sleep. But when the young man with dark hair catches her as she falls to her death, will friendship blossom, or will her heart stay as impure as her soul?

When a name is drawn from the glass bowl, life becomes a delicate flower that has become entangled by a spiders woven thread. One wrong move will cause everything to be lost and you, dear tribute, will be the blood that has stained so many Victors' minds. Think clearly, run fast and most of all - survive. (This is not an SYOT, but rather a fanfic about my own character, Lissa)

It is an infamous tradition of death, honour and sacrifice. Hundreds of lives snuffed out like a lit candle in the wind. There will come a time when our world will be gone and no one will be there to remember it. This is not that time. We will fight, we will die but we will never forget. SYOT - *OPEN*