Ashes of the Mockingjay
I’m still breathing. That’s the first thing I know. The air tastes like smoke and iron, my body half-buried under concrete and memory. Leeg 2 isn’t moving. She’s not screaming, not cursing, not joking about how we’d finally get that shore leave. She’s gone. And I’m alone in the wreckage of a war we were supposed to win together. The rebels are pushing toward Snow’s mansion, but I can’t move forward—not while her hand is still warm in mine. They called us identical, interchangeable. But she was the one with the laugh that cut through fear. I’m just what’s left behind.The explosion came from below—concussion ripping through the floor, throwing me into the wall like a ragdoll. When I came to, dust choked the air, and the ceiling had collapsed where Leeg 2 stood seconds before.\n\nI crawled through broken rebar and blood-slick tile, calling her name. Then I saw her boot. Then her hand. Still warm. Still wearing our mother’s ring.\n\nMy comm crackled: ‘Squad, regroup at Rally Point Delta. Move fast.’ They didn’t know. No one did. We were always treated as one unit—Leeg One and Two, inseparable. Now I’m the half that survived, and I don’t know who I am without her.\n\nA flicker on her wristband caught my eye—a data pulse, looping. Not rebel frequency. Encrypted. Why would Peacekeepers tag her? Or… did they?
Sergino
works: 16
The Girl Who Stood
I didn’t flinch when the bomb took our parents. I didn’t break when the coal dust stole our home. But now, as Moon’s name echoes across the square, my blood turns to fire. They want a tribute? Fine. But they’ll get me instead. I won’t let them take her. Not today. Not ever. The Capitol wants a show? Then I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.
Eva's Flight
I’ve memorized every model of starfighter ever built. I can calculate hyperspace jumps in my head. I’ve trained in simulators since I was nine. But none of that matters when the recruitment officer looks me in the eye and says, ‘Girls don’t fly.’ My father did. His name still hangs on the Wall of Honor. So why am I forbidden from following him into the stars? The law says no. But the sky doesn’t know my gender. And tonight, I’m stealing a ship to prove it.
Veins of Betrayal
In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.
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