From the Treaty of Treason: In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and female tribute between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public reaping. These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the Capitol, and then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the death, until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore, this pageant shall be known as
The Hunger Games
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story