Roselyna
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5 may 2012

prose

Roselyna
Roselyna

How i would have ended the hunger game (Mockingjay)

Mockingjay
 
I hear the screams of the rebels and the peacekeepers just a block away. I conceal my bow and arrows further inside the cloak. I try to keep the idea of Gale right now dead or more like being tortured. The tears are in danger of coming again; I try to forget to what is happening to Gale right now and only thought of killing President Snow. I'm near the mansion its over heighted walls loom over me, a fence circles the mansion. Before I could step further near the fence an explosion blew me off my feet my body hitting the ground, hard. I see stars and the world turning upside down. I try to get up but ended up falling again I lost conscience but then I woke up back again and no one was there near me, only a few seconds I was gone. I must have feinted for a minute there. Getting back up using my elbow I crawled near the blast and saw an amazing sight. A part of the fence is gone blown up by the bomb or whatever blow the fence. I crawled inside not a glance back and went inside, glancing from side to side I found bushes that I can hide to. I crawled in-between them and hid myself hoping no one can find me. And thought of a plan, I can't stay here for too long, peacekeepers are probably on their way to secure the fence with whatever they got. An aching headache is coming and I can't concentrate. My mind is in a mess. Organising my mind ideas came and left only one thing I can do now, climb the building. Though the building (...)

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5 may 2012

poetry

Roselyna
Roselyna

My mother's doll

I am my Mother's doll
She does my hair 
And picks my clothes for me
I am my Mother's doll
 
Chained and unable to speak
What I do and think restricted
Glass eyes with hollow emotions
A pretty face but never smiles
A puppet of her will
Dressed in rich clothes
Silk, jewels, perfume, velvet
This is not what I need
 
Freedom is what I seek
 
I am my Mother's doll
Dancing to her rhythm
Singing to her beat
I am my mother's doll
 
Chained and unable to speak
What I do and think restricted
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