Monday, 12 January 2015


Ella’s hundred word challenge


Petrified, exhausted, breathless, I ran as fast as humanly possible, for dread that this might be the end. I thought back to all of the moments I shared with Gale hunting in the woods. Our woods. I closed my eyes and dived into a hedge. I sat waiting, waiting for Chaff and Enobria to find me and bring me to a grisly end. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about Prim, my mother, Gale and Peeta. Peeta, where is he? Dead, maybe. No he’s not dead, He can’t be I made Haymitch swear that he would keep Peeta alive...

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