by Declan Quinn. Inspired by the Hunger Games. Response to a writing prompt: “write from the point of view of someone about to be killed”

It was rather unfortunate, really. I thought it was a joke at first. I was surprised to see it at all; this really didn’t seem like the time for jokes, especially one as cruel as this. It was only when I had gone through the bag three times that I realized my fate was set. And from that moment forward, my entire existence rested in the only thing I was given: a butter knife. Continue reading →