Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Berries

When she heard their question, she said with a smile, "I'm not hungry, though. Are you?" Corinne was speechless. They were hungry, but if Caroline wasn't, they couldn't say they wanted to eat. After a long while, Corinne scratched her face and said, "Yeah, we're a little hungry." "Well…" Caroline stood up. Looking at the fruits in the basket, she said sadly, "But I want to eat some blueberries immediately after lunch!" Only plums, peaches, apples, and strawberries were in the basket. There weren't any blueberries.

He was quiet now so I just went to get the food from the tree and went to cook it using the fire that was built. I shared out the cooked food and ate quietly. Merrill seemed to be lost in thought and it didn’t really bother me too much. He went back to his usual self after he finished eating and I just assume he was acting like that because he was really hungry. I didn’t say anything to him and he told me he was going to sleep first. I just nodded my head at that and went to mush up the berries that I had on me. The berries were actually rather useful with helping out medically speaking as well. If someone were to cut themselves pretty badly or twist or break a bone it would help out with th

I decided that this was a trap and that I was going to just keep walking along the river. Those berries looked so scrumptious too! I stopped as a small stone platform jutted out of the ground with a small basket of food on it. I stared at it concerned and slightly confused. Is this another test? I slowly approached the basket and saw all sorts of foods. More strawberries, pieces of chocolate, cucumbers, a turkey leg, a bottle of water and some soft baked bread packed the basket. “You know you can eat this right?” Melissa asked from next to me. “I couldn't bear the idea of you having to continue this test on an empty stomach.”

He must be really tired. I frowned as the baby kicked, a sharp little thud against my ribs. My palm smoothed over the swell of my stomach. “Wait, baby,” I whispered, as though the little one could hear me. We didn’t know the gender yet—we wanted it to be a surprise—but every kick felt like a secret language between us. Still, my craving wasn’t going to wait. The berries. The ones that grew by the trees near the edge of the compound. Their sweetness had been haunting me all day, and now the thought of them was enough to make my mouth water.

Just for a little bit. Just until the moon rises and then I can see in the dark. Oh wait, it’s not the full moon yet. That’s next week. She’ll be so big and pretty. Pretty moon. I wish I could touch it. I reached into the berry bag. The berries all smooshed and were really juicy. Nice and sweet though. I’ll just have a little bit more. They go down so easy. Not like the mushrooms. They were kinda dry and icky. But I had to eat what I had. Nothing goes to waste. Ever, the Matron always said.

Ravena's POV I quickly looked away, only to freeze when my stomach betrayed me again with a loud growl. Blushing, I placed a hand on my belly to try to quiet it. Just then, the flap of the tent opened and a warrior stepped in, carrying a large wooden basket filled with food. The scents of roasted meat, warm bread, and herbs filled the tent, making my mouth water. There were also berries that sparkled like jewels, slices of cured meat, and soft rolls of bread tucked neatly to the side.

I wandered the grounds, half-crouched, half-running, eyes scanning for anything edible. Then I saw it, a bush, heavy with small red cranberries.I rushed over, heart pounding, glancing around like a thief. The berries were tart and sharp, but I devoured them, handful after handful, until the emptiness in my stomach dulled. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. For now. I raced back to my room, hoping no one had seen me. By morning, the snow would cover my tracks. No one would know. I curled up in the corner, knees to my chest, listening to the silence.And still—I couldn’t cry.

Uncle Cedric brush his blond shoulder length hair and tied it back with a twine, still giving me a smirk. Aunt Lilia stir the oats on the pot and poured me a bowl before serving another one for my uncle. I close my eyes and thank Persephone for the food before pouring honey over the oats. “Want some?” I stared at Uncle George as he held out the dried berries and nodded, making him smile as he scoop some for me. He sprinkled the dried berries over my oats and I ate, giving him a wider smile. Aunt Lilia settled next to me, snatching the berries from my Uncle, still glaring at him. I sigh.

With the warmer weather came fresh produce which was a great improvement over the winter meals of meats and gravy. I had filled a bucket with sweet blackberries that I had saved for the kids in the prison camp. The camp was growing, and we were almost at capacity. I was worried about what would happen the next village our men overtook. We would have to start cramming people in, doubling up on the beds. I decided to worry about that another day, anticipating the children’s pleasure when they saw the berries I had for them.

"Could you tell me what color these berries were?" Saffron asked as she followed the man. They had been walking for a few minutes and still, she did not see any strange fruit. The bells that had lately begun to ring in her mind when she was in danger began to chime lightly now, slowly growing louder the longer she followed the man. She stopped suddenly, ready to bolt when he turned to her. "Here they are. Those dreadful things!" he declared and pointed to the bush ahead of him. She felt relieved; perhaps her own anxiety had caused the bells. She gave him a small smile and bent to inspect the berries. They were gooseberries.