Chasing Hope

Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously

7. Generation War

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. - Christina Rossetti

The Village seemed different at night.

There was a lone street lamp at the front gate leading into the Village. Since the district was still struggling with electricity, most of it was routed to the Town Centre and to people’s home. Ensuring that the streets in the district had enough lights was still work in progress and that solitary lamp casting a dim glow over the village was something they should all be thankful for.

Above her, the sky was littered with stars which in a way helped. That night, Effie wandered out to the porch, a small kerosene lamp in hand.

She settled down on the white rattan chair with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, staring at the sky.

“Can’t sleep?” asked a familiar voice, calling from across.

Effie search for him in the dark, bringing the lamp closer to her eyes. “Haymitch?”

“Yeah, right here,” he waved.

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Happy Birthday joan-of-park!

Happy birthday wishes for @joan-of-park! To help celebrate your day, @booksrockmyface has written a special Everlark story just for you! We hope you enjoy it :)

Title: The Cook’s Contract

Gift for: joan-of-park

Rated: E

Author’s note: Happy birthday! You wanted a class difference fic and you got it! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Many thanks to writingbutunpublished for help with the title (and for just being an amazing friend who lets me ramble on about my story ideas). Attention: smut ahead!

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Peeta hosted and attended several dances and dinners trying to find a wife suitable for his station as the Duke of Mallory. But none of the women in attendance (usually the same batch every time) were interesting enough to entice him to even consider courtship, much less marriage.

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When you’re so obsessed with something like a book or TV show and you love and ship the characters and you love the cast and you know so much about them. Then that feeling when you realise you’re slipping away from the fandom, when you loose interest even though you don’t want to, that feeling after a few months or years looking back in the fandom and missing it because the cast/characters were like your friends and the fandom was amazing and everything about it was great and just wow, you miss it so much.

  • Fanfiction: *gives me feelings*
  • Me: THIS IS RUDE, RUDE AND UNCALLED FOR. HOW DARE YOU?
  • The next fanfiction: *appears*
  • Me: *clicks on the damn thing because I gotta*