Author has written 5 stories for Hunger Games.
Hey there! I'm Fullofhunger. Call me Gemma, though. My username is kind of... Bleh.
I'm a writer. Clearly. I did NaNoWriMo this past November, and I won! But I ended up leaving fanfiction.net to write original stuff, like my novel, Clara May. (You can read that, too: just Google "clara may figment." It should be one of the first few results.) Anyways, I is back, fanfic.net! I haz re-returned! So... Watch out!
These are my writings:
A New Century Of Games: The 101 Games have arrived. An unlikely alliance forms: Crest, an anti-career from district one; Sareena, a disabled girl from seven; and Marsh, a seemingy cursed and strangely kind career from two. The arena? What they thought was the last safe place.
Most of this still needs major editing, and its not even finished. But its still there, so read it, will you?
Blind Hunger: Package ID: Lindsay Doyle. Destination: The Capitol. To Be Shipped By: Tribute Train. RETURN: As the last child alive, or a corpse. Snapshots of a unique tribute's journey to their very unique games. One-shot!
This one is my first-ever fic! I have several different drafts of it; only one is on the interwebs. The rest are still on paper, somewhere in the pile of crap sitting in the corner of my room. I'd really love you to review this :)
Snowflake: The Capitol can tear love away from anyone. It is a simple reminder of how precious we don't realize love can be...
This is a crazy one shot. While writing, I was pretty sure it would turn out as a crackfic. Suprisingly, it was not completly incoherent and I was able to refine it. Kind of. Enjoy it nonetheless:D
This is random shizzle:
“No one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.” –The Hunger Games
"May the odds be ever in your favour!" -The Hunger Games
I love jazz, barouque, and blues. I sing in a choir; we are currently rehearsing a french-latin Requiem for the dead. That's pretty much a way of saying its a really long song for an old dead rich guy. Called the Gilles Requiem, I don't know if you know it.
It is a suprisingly happy-sounding death mass. Very catchy.
Basics: Girl. Author. High school student. Hearts chocolate. Frequently requires bandaids due to a lack of coordination. Spends most of time on computer. Probably should have put this section closer to the top. Has a face. Is not missing any limbs or noticable chunks of flesh. Has read Life As We Knew It so many times it is falling apart; takes it with her everytime she has plans to leave her house for more than 24 hours. Is obsessed with space travel and technology and yet is too lazy to get up and watch the sun set.
I honestly, barely care about the content of reviews. Its just the fact that people are reading my work, and that they like it enough to spare a few minutes of their day, judt to help me improve. Or even just say that they liked it. And make me feel all warmfuzzy on the inside.
If I'm about to do something, and then someone comes along and tells me to do it because they don't know that I am, I won't do it. Even if I want to.
I'm too independant. I want to get things done by myself, and I know I don't need to be told to do them. When people come along and tell me to do things I'd do anyways, it pisses me off. I'm not a little school child, I don't need to be told to do things in orderr to get them done, and I don't want anyone to think that that is so. Because its not.
Now that my rage-rant is over, go read my fanfics! Blind Hunger is really short:)
Also, thank you for actually bothering to read my entire profile! Virtual cookie for you!
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