Stories by Starry-eyed dreamer86

Sweetest in the Gale is heard. The words of the poem came to her. She suddenly understood what it meant and, simultaneously, the appeal of hope. It wasn't something with talons. Not a fire that would flicker out of existence the second you reached for it. It comforted you through the worst things. A song bird, with soft downy feathers, its notes a guide to the eye of storm.

Midoriya Inko didn’t consider herself a brave woman. She couldn’t fight villains or run into burning buildings. She couldn’t even stand up to one man. Unless it was for her son. She was brave enough to choose Izuku.

People are not always as they seem. Sometimes, the loudest, most aggressively joyful person in the room is keeping secrets. He gathers his tragedies like delicate paper cranes beneath him, safe from other's stomping feet. And no one questions why he hides his eyes. Style? Or protection, in case someone should notice that his smile doesn't always touch them.

Roses are red, or so they say, like the Districts are fed, and the Games are a form of pay. But this rose is white, this I know, and children fight, for the vengeance of President Snow. "You have to be special to live forever in memory. You. You'll always be remembered as the man who started the Hunger Games. If things go my way, I'll be remembered as the girl who finished them."

"If History Repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, then how incapable must man be of learning from experience." George Bernard. Generations have passed, and the story of Harry Potter and Voldemort is now only a boring history lesson. But the thing about history is; it has a habit of repeating itself.

Katalina Snow: Capitol's Sweetheart, has more up her sleeve than anyone could've thought. Join her and and Head Gamemaker's son, Slader Gorge, as they take a journey that will lead up to the biggest revelation in Panem history.