Koalakoala has a great way of capturing emotions and personal relationships with words. Her story flows clearly and effortlessly, and her writing style is simple yet not simplistic. The stories she writes have a sort of elegance to them, and they like you thinking about them in the end, Here's an excerpt from yellow brick roads, one of her many excellent Haymitch/Maysilee one-shots:
I don't miss Twelve because I'd rather have my death be…I don't know, epic. It's better than starving.
It's what he said when she asked him why, on the train, and she still doesn't understand it. She'd rather think about surviving than surviving heroically. And she's never known what it feels like to be so hungry that you could actually die. She wonders if that's a good thing.
"Good night," she says finally. Her feet hurt and she's tired, therefore unable to think of anything wittier. And tomorrow they'll both be in the Hunger Games.
"Good luck, Maysilee," he answers.
She enters her room and shuts the door and unzips her dress. Brushes her hair, stains her towels with black, and wipes the polish off her nails. Her reflection looks like she used to, but she isn't quite. She can't think about anything but Haymitch, saying, it's better than starving.
She genuinely thinks she'd rather starve.
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