Hunger Games Excerpt Novels & Stories

I knelt on the cold hardwood, fingers brushing splinters and dust as I gathered the bruised grapes one by one. Hunger gnawed at my stomach so fiercely it blurred the line between dignity and despair, and before I could stop myself, I lifted one to my mouth and bit down. The skin burst with familiar sweetness, tainted by floor grime and the bitter taste of my own humiliation.

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

Hannah smiles handing me over a knife and fork before running back through the balcony door. Now I was alone, my full attention was on the mouthwatering food which stood in front of me. I use my fork and take a piece, it was an odd feeling to be able to eat when I was hungry. Once I took the first bite, I could have cried with how delicious it all was. Before I could break down and cry over having food, Hannah emerges from the bedroom with two glasses of water in her hands.

She no longer felt hunger. When Hannah was finally granted permission to enter, she walked into the room carrying a tray of steaming food. Her face lost its color when she saw Gabriella still lying there, unmoving. Hannah's hands trembled as she pulled open the drawer and found the food and supplies still intact. "Oh, Miss," she whispered softly, her voice filled with worry. Gabriella stayed quiet. She quietly looked at the ceiling, her lips gently murmuring a prayer. In the corner of the room, the tiny flame of the candle continued to flicker — a fragile, tender light amidst the engulfing darkness.

Starvation and confusion is not a good combination. I'm hungry! I whimpered and hugged my rumbling stomach, I can't die of starvation here, why isn't Ted finding me? I looked at the rabbit that jumped out of a bush, I was sitting at some kind of cliff with my death certificate on it. The rabbit looked like steak, really nice steak. I licked my lips and slowly went on all four. I began crawling quietly to the steak eating a leaf, such fat cook meat, even if it's not cooked, I'll try raw.

My stomach growled in anticipation, and I dug in with reckless abandon, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes. I ate with a ferocity that surprised even myself, my hunger and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of this culinary delight. Lyrien's voice interrupted my gluttony, ''Eat slowly, you might hurt your stomach.'' I nodded, mesmerized by the vibrant colors and warmth of the world around me. It was a beauty I had never beheld before, a stark contrast to the darkness I had known. Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to that fateful night two years ago, when I was 18 and first discovered my inner demon.

--- **The New Dawn** At dusk, a sapling sprouts where the Verse's ship fell. Its bark is gold. Its leaves are static. And its face is *mine*. **"Hello, Mother,"** it says. **"Let's play."** The survivors kneel. Ravel raises her gun. And the horizon cracks open, birthing a thousand fractures. **The hunger never ends.** **It multiplies.**

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

she assured me, taking a sip herself before offering it to me again. My stomach growled embarrassingly, and I flushed with shame. "Oh, I forgot your food!" Debby exclaimed, rushing to the other room. She returned with trays of food, all neatly arranged. My mouth watered, but I tried to maintain some semblance of composure. After she tasted each dish to show it was not poisoned, I couldn’t wait any longer. I devoured the food, driven by a hunger I couldn’t control, as if eating could somehow fill the void inside me.