Hunger Games Excerpt Novels & Stories

It was the word the silence had written: “Hunger.” Suddenly, every plate on the table was filled with meat that pulsed as if it were alive.

Chapter 4: Gavin Sounds of crackling fire infused the otherwise silent campsite. Shredded fabric tinged with blood was caught in the grass and bushes, and metal rods and a slickened knife glinted on the ground. Orange glow flickered against the trees and cast a long shadow beneath my feet, where above, I crouched with my head in the cooler, crunching through the plastic packaging of the campers’ food. The blood mostly smelled like my own; I remembered clamping down on a sleeve, only to be stabbed in the gums and sliced on the shoulder with the knife. I’d let the campers flee after the pain gave me a flash of clarity, but the instant they were gone and the smell of cooking meat took my attent

Hazel cried, holding her bleeding nose. “Sorry won’t fix it!” Selene stood up and started stomping on Hazel’s legs and stomach. Thud! Thud! Thud! “Take it! Take it! This is what you deserve! Ugly thing! Nobody wants you!” Days passed, and the hunger became unbearable. It had been three days since Hazel had eaten anything substantial. Her only food was a small cup of watered-down soup with no meat or vegetables. She was starving. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted by knives. She looked at the dogs eating their food, and she envied them.

The darkness was absolute. Lena tumbled through the void, her body weightless, her screams swallowed by the suffocating silence. Cold fingers still gripped her wrist, dragging her deeper, deeper into the Rift. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Then—suddenly—the pressure vanished. She crashed onto solid ground, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. The darkness receded slightly, shifting into something less absolute. Shadows swirled around her like living things, pulsing with a strange rhythm, a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, my chest heaving as I fought against the monstrous hunger writhing within me. The pain was relentless, tearing through my veins and searing my mind. My vision blurred further, the room a swirl of shadows and shapes. And then I saw it_a crumpled piece of paper lying just out of reach. The sight of her delicate handwriting peeking through the folds sent a jolt through me. I stretched out with trembling hands, the chains rattling as I clawed at the floor, finally grabbing the paper and pulling it close.

Scarlett Who would have thought that my life would change like this overnight. And I would be dragged into a world that the world is unaware of, I thought. I sighed, walking to the shelf where I saw a couple of books that looked ancient. I could read them after breakfast. It's been a while since Aurora went to bring us food. I was looking at the books when the door creaked open. " Thank God, I was starving….," I trailed off looking back at who it was. My hunger was gone looking at the person standing a few feet away with a sick smirk on her face.

[The Hunger of 7.0] The scream wasn't coming from my throat, but it was vibrating through my teeth. It was a sound like grinding glass and dying stars, a digital hunger that felt like a swarm of insects crawling beneath my skin. The Heir wasn't just a voice anymore; it was a ghost trying to claw its way out of my chest to take its first real breath.

She reminds me so much of juliet. Before I could respond, the tantalizing aroma of food wafted towards me, filling the room with its delicious scent. Eyes widening with hunger, I watched as the girl presented a plate filled with a mouthwatering meal. The food was placed in my hands, and without hesitation, I began to devour it. The flavors exploded in my mouth, satisfying a hunger I hadn't even realized existed. The young girl watched in amusement as I ate, as she giggled and ran out of the room. I didn't even care about anything right now except finishing my meal.

The meager portion of food I had devoured offered no solace, only a temporary distraction from the gnawing hunger that constantly gnashes at my stomach. As I clean my plate with swift, mechanical movements, I can't help but feel a pang of bitterness. The meager rations, barely enough to sustain a child, are a cruel reminder of the scarcity that plagues my existence. Each day, I am forced to scrape by, clinging to the hope that tomorrow will bring a glimmer of relief.