Hungry Caterpillar Novels & Stories

Mel, who was so enchanted by Xander's good looks, did not even sense the tension in the air as she leaned over and asked, "Mr. Zane, do you want to know how Caterpie got her nickname?" Abigail was totally flabbergasted. "Mel, Mr. Zane has many things to worry about. He doesn't have time for this." Yet, Xander was very interested in this topic. Everything about Abigail interested him. "Go on." Mel then rambled enthusiastically, "When Caterpie was like five or six, she was so thirsty she drank her grandma's medicinal wine, and she was crawling on the ground like a caterpillar, so both of us started to call her that ever since."

In the quiet hum of the testing lab, amidst the sterile white walls and the gentle whirring of machinery, a small tabby cat slinked in through a partially open window. Its emerald eyes scanned the room, curiosity piqued by the sight of a lone bottle of milk sitting on a laboratory table. Hunger gnawed at its stomach, a primal urge that led it closer to the tantalizing scent of fresh dairy. The bottle, with its cap carelessly left open, beckoned like an oasis in the desert. With a swift paw, the cat nudged the bottle, sending it teetering towards the edge. The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort.

After a few long, silent minutes, a small, furry gray face peered out from behind one of the trees. It was a cat. A kitten, even - she guessed the poor thing couldn't have been more than a month old. And it appeared to have stumbled onto some hard times. It was far skinnier than it should have been, and its fur - gray with white patches on the belly and paws - was studded with burrs. "Poor little guy," Sloane murmured. The kitten froze at the sound of her voice, looking at her with big yellow eyes that made her want to weep. But its hunger must have outweighed its fear, because it took another step forward, pouncing on the chunk of protein bar and devouring it quickly.

I'm used to it, when I was a girl at night, this was sometimes my dinner. When I opened the trash can, my eyes widened suddenly because it was full of rice and dishes. What the fuck? That's why it's all gone because it was thrown away. I know who did it and it's Emery the caterpillar! When I finished washing, I put the pancit canton on my plate to start eating. Because I'm very hungry. It's almost eleven o'clock because that's why my stomach is already boiling. I was relieved that it relieved my hunger.

"Okay, well, here goes. It's kind of dorky. When I was a kid, I found a caterpillar. I hid him from my brothers in a margarine container and kept him under the porch. My first and only pet. I poked holes in the lid and filled the tub with branches and leaves just like the library book I had said to do." "You like to read?" Javier jabbed Ethan at his interruption. "Shut up and let her talk." Naomi shrugged. "Yes, I love to read. I know, nerdy. But back to my caterpillar, I loved that thing. I'd lie on the grass and let him crawl on me, tickling me." "What did you name him?" "If you laugh, I will rip your balls off," she warned with a glare. She sighed. "Squirmy."

I say hoping that would get her to eat tonight. "Me wike pizza!" she says happily, I can get her that, pizza isn't a bad option for dinner. "We can do that," I assure her, we can have some home made pizza, it'll be fun bonding time exactly what we need. We went toward the kitchen where I started to get all the things I need one handed, my other hand was the one holding the little kitten, I got the flour on in the ball which got her full attention now. "Me help?" she asks me.

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...

The moist surface squished under the impact, a sound that turned my stomach. “Bloody snake?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you know where we are?” I searched the darkness for something—anything—that would give me an answer. The faint light of the worms revealed nothing but the same fleshy expanse I had seen before. Then, something caught my eye. Two worms had stopped crawling. They faced each other, their mouths opening wide like serpents ready to devour prey. Before I could react, the larger worm lunged, swallowing the smaller one whole. Its body doubled in size instantly, wobbling as it digested its meal before shrinking back to normal.

Violet shifted restlessly under the covers, her stomach rumbling loudly with hunger. With a resigned sigh, she sat up and glanced around at the crumpled wrappers of snacks she had already devoured. She had already made visits to the kitchen but could find nothing edible. She had an apple but it wasn't enough to sate her hunger. And as talented as she was, the only thing she could make without disaster was coffee. If only she had her magic, she could have conjured herself a plate of meatballs and spaghetti in an instant. Right now, that was exactly what she was craving.

“Thank you. Now finish up and I’ll take you to school.” He frowns, “But you haven’t eaten yet!” I smile, “I’ll have something when I get back. I don’t have to go to work anymore, so I’ll have nothing to do all day but eat and eat and eat.” Jackson giggles. “Like the Very Hungry Caterpillar!” I nod, “Exactly like him. Now go wash up and brush your teeth.” He scrambles off his chair and runs down the hallway like he’s always lived here and my heart feels like it’s being put through a ringer.