Dystopia

Okay guys, I need input. I am considering extending the breadth of my blog. I would be doing all manner of things dystopic instead of just The Hunger Games. This would include Divergent, Delirium, The Uglies, etc. If this goes well I might even extend it out to books I like. Essentially I want to know what you guys think before I do this because this blog is for you guys. Okay, well, since very few people actually actively check and participate in this blog, it's for me but also it's for you and I don't want to just up and change everything if y'all aren't cool with that. So...if you have an opinion, feel free to comment. Actually, if you don't have an opinion, or if you just wanna say hi, please, feel free to comment. Just...feel free to comment. If I did this, the blog would probably get a new name, so also, if you have name ideas feel free to comment those also. If I don't get input I might change everything anyway because this blog is for me too. But I won't change the url unless I get really good input. If I do, I will let all of you know before I do it. Alright guys, let's really give some good input here because I will probably just do what I want anyways, but I want to be reassured that you agree with me. Or that you don't. Okay, I'm rambling, so I will try to wrap up. Comment. please,
Love you guys,
Shorty

Tickets

SOOOOO....Tickets for the premier of Catching Fire went on sale on the 1st of October, and I just wanted to let you guys know. I haven't gotten mine yet, but you can bet that I will be there.

New Look

So, you almost definitely noticed that I changed the site. What do you guys think?

Atlas

The other day, they put out a statement saying that Coldplay would be featured on the soundtrack of Catching Fire. The song they will be playing is called Atlas. It isn't supposed to be released until the 23rd but I found a blog that has the lyric video. http://www.hungergamesarena.com/profiles/blog/show?id=6370308%3ABlogPost%3A580718 I watched the video, and it is pretty sweet, especially the end. Let me know what you guys think. I will put a post with the video on it as soon as they release it on YouTube.
Thanks for reading,
Shorty

In case you didn't notice...

Just in case you didn't already notice, I added a widget that is a countdown to the Catching Fire premier. Unfortunately if I want to get rid of the ads, I have to pay, so we get to live with them. Luckily, they are only on the widget and you CAN exit out of them by clicking the red X at the top of the add. I think it's pretty cool, but you guys can let me know what you think by commenting on this post. If you are still reading this, A) I am amazed because I am a horrible admin and never update it, and B) I love you!
Thanks guys,
Shorty

THE TRAILER!!!!!!!

All I have to say is AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Riy's Story

So my awesome friend wrote this. I absolutely loved this head cannon. She did a good job and I was really impressed. I asked her permission, and now I am posting this on my blog. From this point forward, these are her words. I didn't say who it was, if she wants I will add that later but I figured anonymity above fame. Sorry in advance, the formatting didn't want to work for me. Here goes:

He tugs the brown, threadbare blanket closer around his shoulders, his eyes squeeze shut as a warm ray of morning light touches his face. He hopes to get a few extra seconds of precious sleep. The sound of heavy boots on the thin wooden floor jolts him fully awake. 

            He winces as the end of a broomstick is jabbed in his ribs. A rough voice, sounding much like rocks grating together booms, causing him to instinctively curl up, knees close to his chest; “Riy! Get your lazy hide up off that floor!”

            Not wanting the next thing he’d fell to be a sharp kick in his side, he scrambles up, leaving the blanket in a small heap on the floor.            The man, Burr Caddail, wipes the side of his grizzled mouth with one hand. On his head rests a solid hat with a headlamp. A coalminer’s helmet. His eyes are bloodshot and bleary and his breath has a sickly sweet taint to it. He’s been drinking, that’s certain.            Burr slaps the broom into the Riy’s hand and unsteadily turns to go.            “What did you trade for it this time?” Riy questions softly to the retreating back of Burr’s jumpsuit. Burr turns back toward Riy, a large hand raised in a fist. “Are you defyin’ me boy? What right do you have to question my actions?” he thunders.            Riy flinches, turning his face away from the expected blow.            Burr stops suddenly, swaying slightly. He lowers his arm and stares at the floor. “Nothin’ much,” he mumbles then turns away. “Useless cripple…” he mutters under his breath, “good for nothin’”            “Be careful. In the mines.” Riy says.            Burr freezes, shoulders tense. Then he grunts and that door to the house slams shut.
            Riy steps backward against the wall, sliding down it into a sitting position, He clutches the broom tightly with his hand. The words stung but he knew they were true. That didn’t make it any easier. He swallows, a lump in his throat. He glances at his left arm; useless, paralyzed, hanging by his side. It had been that way since he’d been born.