Hunger Games Monologues Novels & Stories

"Put the mansion on auction for the remaining amount, if anyone is willing to buy it, that is" I looked at my dad. He looked down, thinking something before he said. "Fine," dad said, defeated. His head hung low. The atmosphere was chilly, and the silence crept over. From that moment, I knew it wasn't going to be the same anymore. We will be living on the streets. We have nothing left.....nothing... ———————————————

It wasn't happening. I was crumbling inside like a Lego tower. I didn't know this Landon. He leaned in close, so that I could see the outline of his face, his eyes narrowing down to scrutinize me with disdain. “You know what your problem is?" he said in a low, mockingly whispered tone. "You actually believe you could survive without me. Like you're something more than just… this. I tried to find the strength in my voice to defend myself, to tell him how wrong he was, but the words caught in my throat, choked out by hurt and disbelief that crashed through me.

"My God, you have endured it from yesterday to now?" In the women's restroom of the teaching building of Provence Hall, Lily patted Kim's back and looked at the girl's continued vomiting. She was so distressed that she said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. If you want to eat it, you have to endure it." Kim's expression turns sour, " If I don't eat, it will cause suspicion."

Daniel sometimes passes by to check if they want something or his tribe Their emaciated bodies did not intercede for them, and neither did the halos under their eyes They have not seen the light nor Damontry since that day. What is their end, will you kill them in the end. Or will death come to them in this angry place. "Believe me, our end will be horrible." " Hist ". Sehun spoke for the first time in days, from his position in a corner, his eyes blank and dark. Chen turned towards him. "You're the one who doesn't have the right to talk to Simon, isn't that because of your feelings for you and Jongin?" He giggled with biting sarcasm before he stammered.

My own voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a slaughterhouse. I didn't move toward my son as a warrior. I moved toward him as a Mirror. I stood on the quivering moss floor, my bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Dirt that refused to be digested. I wasn't fighting the Cannibal; I was Invalidating the Hunger. "The Hunger isn't a secret, Leo! It’s a Shadow of the First Day!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to Starve together instead of Eating the World alone!".

I had sat in this cage of an attic, curled up on a thin mattress, forgotten. I rubbed my hands over my face and whispered to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” The words cracked in the silence, but hearing them out loud gave me a strange spark of courage. A plate of food still sat in the corner, Leah’s attempt at kindness. The meat had turned gray, the bread was stiff. My stomach twisted painfully, but I shoved it aside. Hunger had become my shadow, a quiet friend that reminded me I was still alive.

Make a wrong move, and you will die. "P-please, let me go," I manage to speak, only that my voice travels in a shaky whisper. A series of hiccups kills me, and my cheeks are burnt to perfection. Going without food for four days, I feel like dying. They should just end my life. "Aww, is that too tough for the baby?" Zayn taunts, smiling and walking up to me. His thick and resounding footfalls send strong fear running up in me, and total angst sliver up my throat.

I ask, my voice trembling with discomfort and anger. He stares at me, closes his eyes briefly, and heaves a deep sigh. “Lana, you have to eat. You are a healer, I'm certain you know that if you keep this hunger strike up, you will be too weak to be tied to a Silver Pole, and you'll gradually die.” He pleads with me, his voice filled with desperation, but I respond with an emotionless stare. “I don't care if I die, Hunter. I’d rather die here than be that monster’s sex slave!”

"But fight while alive. Fight while strong. Starving yourself isn't rebellion, Desiree. It's surrender." I hate that he's right. Hate that his words make sense. Hate that somewhere beneath the rage and grief, a tiny part of me, the part that survived the battle, that crawled through mud to reach my father, wants to live. My hand shakes as I reach for the bread. Our fingers brush, and the bond hums with approval. I jerk away, taking the food with me. "This doesn't mean anything," I say around the first bite. Moon above, it tastes like heaven.

She closed her eyes, the cold seeping deeper, the hunger a constant companion. Then her ears caught a sound first, like a distant promise—slow, deliberate footsteps echoing down the damp corridor. Her heart stuttered. She thought it was Odessa again, bringing the daily torment disguised as food. Today, her pride was gone and it didn’t matter. If the Beta spat in the porridge, poured dirt into it, or kicked it across the floor, Scarlett would still eat. She would crawl through the bars and lick the stone clean if that was what it took.