Hunger Games Berries Novels & Stories

Her juice was sitting there in a tall glass bottle, all green and pure like it thought it was better than everyone else. I glanced around. The crew was busy adjusting lights; no one was looking my way. My backpack sat just under the table, half-open from when I’d grabbed my phone earlier. Inside, tucked in a little snack pouch, were my precious berries—blueberries and raspberries I’d been saving for myself. I stared at them, then at the juice. My heart started pounding, but not in the guilty way… more in the “let’s see you scream now, queen bee” way.

Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

They tasted strange; unlike any other berry, she had ever eaten before. She was sure no one knew they existed, but she wouldn’t complain as she ate. Her only fleeting thought was that she hoped they weren’t poisonous which was the same thought that crossed her mind each time she ate these berries. But it was thoughts such as those that were quickly silenced by her body’s demand for sustenance. With a shrug, Alexa continued to eat the lonely bushel with a thought that if they hadn’t killed her yet what harm could they do? Alexa knew she was lucky to have found the food that she had, and that without it she would not have the energy to continue.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

I smiled at her. “Do you need help?” She nodded, wiping her nose. I winked at her. “Go get the jelly beans.” She grinned before dashing down the stairs. I went back into my room to prepare for when she got back. I smiled at her when she ran back in, panting and holding up a bag of jelly beans. “I got them. Osprey was trying to eat them. He-” “ANNIE! IF YOU DON’T GIVE THOSE BACK TO ME!” he yelled as he stomped up the stairs.

I mean, who wouldn't after seeing scrumptious, juicy-looking berries that would display their sharp fangs when you reach in to touch! I almost lost a finger today. Thank goodness Vale pulled me back before the berries munched on it! "Can we have these berries this evening? We only ate meat these days. Back in Riftan's base, we used to have desserts~" I pouted. Vale heaved a sigh and slashed the berries' stems. The berries squealed their death cry before wilting to the ground. Amber-like oil was secreted from its roots. "Let's have a venomous dessert this evening, then. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

"It's a long story, and not really mine to tell. But I'm sure Lance will tell you if you ask him." I shrugged, but resolved to seek his Gamma out soon. We dropped down on the blanket, and he proceeded to search the contents of the basket, unearthing a loaf of sliced bread, peanut butter and jelly jars, a bunch of bananas, a slice of watermelon, a small bowl of strawberries, a cookie jar, and a jug of iced lemonade. My eyebrows raised of their own accord and I laughed. "How did you get all those in there? And are you planning on feeding an army?"

Again, the crowd jeered at her mimicry. Next came: Ashen Berries. Ash meant fire… again. Serena’s stomach knotted. “Is this a trap for me? Why always fire? What happened to water?” But her wish depended on winning. She couldn’t quit now. She soaked her cloth at the Water Isle, then hurried back into Fire. Moving carefully, her eyes searched for a berry bush and she found one. The flames weren’t consuming anything…magical.

“Anything on Were-Human, or Vampyre-Human relationships?” “She’d grown up as the Collateral’s baby companion. She wasn’t touching that shit with a ten-foot pole.” “Smart.” He stands, goes to the no-blood fridge. His broad shoulders shrink the kitchen as he gathers a few items that he carries back to the table. A jar of peanut butter that has my most nefarious interests perk up. Sliced bread. Some kind of berry jelly that just stumps me. Anna loved berries, and I tried memorizing their names, but they’re so counterintuitive. Blueberries? Not blue. Blackberries? Not black. Strawberries? Straw free. Raspberries? Do not rasp, or make any noise at all. I could go on.