Hunger Games Monologues Novels & Stories

The way he called my name in such a fatherly manner made my heart feel warm. I missed my father, the thoughts of his horrifying death came rushing to me as I shook it away by thinking of the supreme females and how they laughed on our journey here. Moon Goddess, have mercy on them. ~. JANNAH.~ As we stepped through the portal into the lush and mysterious wilderness of the Hunger Games arena, a sense of uncertainty hung in the air. The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils.

He weak and lifeless he challenged. "Why? You don't want it here?" If you want to eat? someone will serve you, if you want to watch a movie? you have you have a wide screen to watch to. if you want to do anything? you're free to do so Just don't touch those walls and doors or you will be toasted to death" "It's a living hell Jane The food is bland, the movies are the same I can even memorise each line that the actors are saying. and the room is getting smaller there are luxurious things here I cannot use them you bound me in this God damn chains!"

I wanted to laugh in their faces, to spit at their mortal threats, to tell them that gods had no need for bread or water. But then… Growl. The sound tore through the silence, low and sharp, like an animal stirring in its cage. My stomach betrayed me. An ache twisted through my gut, hot and humiliating, a weakness I had not felt in centuries. Hunger. A mortal hunger, crawling across my body like shame. The maids smirked at the sound, their eyes glinting with quiet triumph. “There now,” one of them whispered, her voice soft as silk but cutting like glass. “Even gods need to eat.”

All he needs to do is to snap his fingers and a thousand soldiers would come running after me for my head on his plate I limp back to where I had scattered the food. I sit down and stare at it. I still feel hungry and the feeling is so much I am beginning to lose my mind again. I battle within myself if to continue eating or to just leave the food I think about the hole I dug back in my room, I had suffered so greatly to save up that amount of money. Now everything is gone, probably taking at the party by Leaj- my so-called sister

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

"Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I should love a loathed enemy" ~ William Shakespeare, "Romeo & Juliet", act I, scene V ****** "I'm hungry." The black-haired boy stopped walking, and looked at his female companion. "I reeeaaaally need something to eat," Lucy complained. Justin sighed. "Fine. Where?" She looked towards a dark alleyway. "That looks promising."

Back at the pack house, Olivia had to cook most of the time and when there wasn’t enough food she could make a banquet from scraps and I always helped her, so I actually know how to make something edible out of nothing. “You’re surprisingly domestic compared to guys who love being all Alpha. Pathetic,” Katniss mutters, resting her chin in her hands. I roll my eyes but keep my focus on the soup. After a few minutes of quiet bubbling, the room starts to smell like actual food. “You know,” Katniss says softly, her voice losing its usual sharp edge as she stares into the flames. “It’s weird being back here. The last time I sat in this room, I was just a kid. Before my parents decided an Omega da

I said taking the wood away from him and almost falling over, he smiled and stepped back. “Light be with you child.” He said, voice hoarse and old. I smiled nodding, he turned and walked away. “Whatever.” I whispered, shaking my aching fingers vigorously. [You have approximately four hours and thirty-seven minutes left.] [Shut the fuck up.] I gritted mentally already growing agitated. [I am just doing my job.] It said and went off, I walked away from the spot to the actual building arena. Kids filled the area, excited to get a new home.

"I don't know what prank you're trying to pull, but you should leave cause I don't give a damn." Adjusting her body on the chair, she cleared her throat. "I'll still say it anyway… While they stood guard, I felt my skirt lifting up to my waist. I was trembling so much that I thought my heart would explode any moment. Then you whispered into my ear, 'Relax, it won't be long now.' And then that pain paralyzed me instantly, while making me a woman." Hanord twisted his face so hard that it could pop things out. Then he sent his eyes to Natasha whose voice had begun cracking.

Andreas POV. "I give up, God do you hear me???" I yelled having enough of this tough world, life had been taking all her anger on me over me. First I lost my mother then I lost her house, now I'm homeless, hungry, and out of options. I had to drop out of high school, I couldn't pay for the school nor go to the public one, someone had to feed me, that someone being me, I had to feed myself. But now I haven't eaten in the last week, I'm starving, I need a solution, I'm really bad at being an adult, being an adult is a hard job, I can't have a job, I look like a child or so I'm being told.