All
of them stood atop the large wooden stage as red curtains slowly
parted. Floodlights bathed over them all, the soft wind on a
Wednesday night blowing over them as the audience all eagerly watched
from the open-roofed stadium, the judge’s table sitting across from
all seven women on the stage, each judge steepling their hands, eager
to hear what the women had to say. The first judge was none other
than a white martian, with a pointed head, a faintly gilled cheek and
three-digited, clawed ha
The Hungry Games
By: saintheartwing