Hunger Games Fan Fiction of the Day: If self had to guess, she would say that the writer was channeling Pride & Prejudice. It’s actually pretty clever.
A week had passed since Mr. Mellark’s visit to Seamfirth, leaving behind not only the unexpected cactus flower but the note that now lay open on a page from her favorite book. She had positioned his sketch opposite the note and found herself smiling, admiring the elegance of his signature. Whenever blessed with a moment to herself and away from the prospect of prying eyes, she would revisit his words, along with the other notes she kept tucked away safely amongst the worn pages of her book.
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Her response had been short but to the point, which is not to say she hadn’t agonized over her every choice of word, hopeful that she did not come across as too cold or too eager. It began with the confirmation that her favorite color was indeed green . . .
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 