Hunger Games Monologues Novels & Stories

It was a jagged, triumphant smile that made my heart stop. "Did you see, Mama?" he shouted, his voice high and clear. "I ate it!" I cut the feed. "Get him," I told Jinx. "Bring him to the mess hall. And tell him he’s grounded." … I sat at the metal table in the mess hall, staring at a cup of cold coffee. The room was bustling with Legionnaires. They were older now, scarred and hardened by five years of covert war. They moved with the easy familiarity of a family that had survived the apocalypse.

He was watching her the way something very old and very patient watches something it has decided, with complete certainty, it intends to have. "You called," he said. "I answered." Seren's training kicked in before her panic could. She kept her breathing even. Kept her hands loose at her sides. Kept her eyes on his — because looking away from something like this was the last mistake you ever made. "I didn't call anything," she said. "I was praying." "To the void." The corner of his mouth curved. Not quite a smile. A promise of one. "What did you think lived there?"

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.

[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.

Bring up your breakfast, my ass *** Step after step, a barefooted Lance tiptoed down the stairs like a burglar. He had tried to ignore and suppress the pangs of hunger, but it had gotten so bad that he was now forced to go out and hunt for food. He wasn't so sure, but he reasoned that the girl must have left the kitchen by now. The house was quiet enough to give him such a hint. But even though he was moving quietly, his stomach was threatening every second to rat him out with its now constant rumbling. He prayed the sound was not loud enough to reach her ears, wherever she was.

she cries with horror. "Do it quickly, lady. My men are watching your Ginny, who is eating Chilaquiles," he smirks. "I tried that meal once, you know. Wondered for an hour that what I had just ate. Uh, why are you staring at me? Because of my handsome face? Slit your wrist, C'mon!" "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because, I can't change myself." Alyona bents down and slowly picks up a tiny piece of broken glass, shaking lightly. "You'll rot in hell, you monster," she curses. Mahone turns to the blue, quiet sea. "I already have," he chuckles.

I'm busy with a project abroad, so I leave my six-year-old son, Anthony Lynch, in the care of my father-in-law, Stephen Shenton. I send him 2,000 dollars a month for living expenses, with additional money for holidays and special occasions. Every time Stephen video-calls me, he tells me Anthony is eating and sleeping well. On camera, there are always fish, shrimp, and beef in front of him. So, when his homeroom teacher, Davina Walker, calls me and says Anthony fainted from hunger during PE class, my first thought is that she called the wrong number. I fly back home overnight and rush straight to the hospital. The doctor tells me that Anthony has been suffering from long-term malnutrition.

This sentence pierced my heart like a knife. In my previous life, I repeatedly forgave his betrayal and harm because of this ridiculous reason. Eventually, he pushed me into the zombie horde. I slowly turned around, my voice terrifyingly calm. "Hans, do you know that I'm already pregnant?" His eyes immediately lit up, as if grasping his last lifeline. "So... " I gently stroked my abdomen, my voice cold as ice. "Do you think I would let a child who had killed their own mother be born into this world?"

I said again while sobbing loudly. Mommy let go of me and faced my face. "Princess, calm down hija. It will stress you out." crying Mommy pleaded as she looked at me. I just shook my head and kept crying. "I want to die Mom. I want to die. I want to be with them Mommy. Please." I said as I plugged out the dextrose on my wrist. "Oh my god. Cassandra please stop this" Mommy pleaded hysterically, crying while holding my hand.

"I told you not to cross me but you quite like being a haughty little thing, don't you?" I gulped, shivering. This what I have been reduced to. "Now take it out," he commands and I could pretend that I didn't know what he was talking about but I knew all too well and the wetness pooling beneath my panties could beg to differ. I frowned nevertheless not meeting his gaze but still obstinate. It was only a matter of time before he lost his patience with me. It was only a matter of time before his resistance snapped and he would take maters into his hands. I know men like him and I know they would not stop until they have satisfied their hunger.