Hunger Games Monologues Novels & Stories

“Tell me… which family do you belong to, huh? I bet you’re no one.” No one. The word pierced me deeper than his slap. He was right. I was no one. The sting of humiliation burned hotter than the pain in my face. My lips trembled, but no sound came out. “Thought so,” he chuckled darkly. “Easy prey.” My chest tightened, my body screaming for me to fight back... but my arms felt weak, my knees ready to collapse. I was trapped. Alone. One of them leaned in close, his fingers grazing my chin. I flinched, disgust boiling in my veins.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my blistered feet. This wasn't the first time I was referred to as ugly. “She's ugly and looks diseased, she's of no use here.” My heart was already doing a jig, if she decides to reject me now. I'd take the opportunity to run away, to a far away town where no one will ever find me. Her next words shattered my hopes of freedom. Like a stone thrown at a huge mirror. “It's a shame we can't return any of the tributes.” My hearts sunk into the depth of my stomach slowly.

But I was not a puppet in his play. Seizing the opportunity his momentary shock provided, I advanced, my heart pulsating with a raw, visceral pain that belied the words I was about to utter "George" I began, my voice a fragile echo in the vast emptiness of the warehouse "I was trapped. When you were locked away, every single guardian you left in the mansion was slaughtered the night Tony broke in. He was out for blood, yours through mine"

“Francesca, are you hungry?” I looked up at him with a frown, but wondered why he was so concerned about my stomach when he didn’t seem to care about me in general. As I looked at him, I realized I needed to express my hunger, that my stomach was growling like a wild animal and I was on the verge of starving to death. But pride was still holding me and blocking my words. “What is this place you brought me to?” I asked, trying to hide my insecurity in a sarcastic tone.

WOLVES SHOULD BURN. The words filled the screen. It was fear. It was hatred. But it was something even worse. Certainty. Something inside me cracked. And in a trembling voice, I whispered, “I need water.” Darius paused and frowned. “You refused to eat, and now you want water?” He turned away. “There’s no water here.” I quickly placed my hands on my stomach. “You said I’m just bait, and you want me dead before Lucien arrives. I don’t think I’ll survive if I don’t drink water right now.”

Sometimes silence is the real gold. The closer we get to the main floor, the more voices I hear in the distance. I close my eyes and let the monster carry me wherever he wants. Something inside me tells me I could die soon, so I won't show fear to those who await me. He stops and clears his throat. "Are you hungry?" The question catches me off guard; all I can do is open and close my mouth. "You know, someone told me my mother had this belief- if you are silent, you agree, so I'll take your silence as a yes. I can't promise there'll be much food left now, but we will find something for you. I know for a fact that humans don't eat half as much as we do," Vincent seems to be talking to himself

I said coldly. But before she can respond I added, "You are shameless, Geena. I will make you regret ever messing with me." She laughed, cruel and cold. "In your bloody dreams, b#%*h." I slammed the phone down and stared at the wall, darkness gathering in my eyes. Let the Hunger Games begin.

"Even if it isn't for me, do it for my child. I am pregnant, Anna. And I know you will never kill an unborn child." "Shut up! JUST SHUT UP! Stop trying to patronize me." I heard her footsteps retreat, and I was all alone in the room. I shivered as the chilly air blew into the room, the wet clothes still clinging to me. My stomach chose to growl at that time. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten anything again after the bucket of chicken, and my insides were biting me.

“We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.” - Plutarch Heavensbee, The Hunger Games #3 Mockingjay. ~ CASPIAN ~ Five years now, I have no reason not to believe that I've truly lost everything that ever mattered to me. My peace. My happiness. My Fireheart.

"Don't go. There's a sulfuric acid trap in the grove." My eyes widened. It felt like every drop of blood in my body turned to ice. "He wants to destroy your face. Once you lose your chance to go onstage and give your speech, the York family will never recognize you." The glowing messages flickered, stabbing at my eyes while the words tore through my chest. My legs felt like lead. I froze in place, cold sweat beading across my forehead. "What's wrong?" Gideon frowned slightly and strode back toward me. "Weren't we supposed to celebrate you being chosen as the outstanding graduate representative?"