Meme Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Some lucky ones were sent on lookouts only to return when the others took on the shift. It never mattered that they were children in their teens, who were helplessly trying to find somewhere to fit in. Desperately living to their family's expectation. That coming to this wilderness was never their choice but they were forced by the regime to aid in this endless killing spree. Fighting for the prestige of powerful people who hid behind doors feeding themselves to the point where they were almost as fat as a pig. Inside the camp, the general sat leaning his body on his desk, resting his head on his palm as he was going through a petition from that stupid old man or rather from his annoying min

Maeve The Sovereign Hunger stood in front of me. Not hidden. Not controlled. It was the curse carried by the strongest Alpha bloodlines, a violent, bottomless need that worsened when an Alpha reached maturity without a completed mate bond. Eventually, the wolf’s instincts consumed the man entirely, leaving behind nothing but hunger, possession, and the urge to destroy anything standing between him and what he wanted. And right now, Ronan wanted Darius dead. Darius lunged.

Thin, gray, mocking. Another day. Screams had stopped once more. My stomach had given up growling. Just a dull, constant ache now. I leaned my head against the wall, chains clinking softly. I was really going to die here. Not from Leka. Not from a knife or claws or whatever dramatic ending the story wanted. From hunger. From thirst. From being forgotten. I laughed. It came out dry, cracked, more cough than laugh. Died eating ramen. Now dying because I couldn’t eat anything at all.

Her eyes were distant. "Mom, I want to have spicy stew in grandpa's memory."

I_love_my_mommy (Liam) Party at my house, boys! Yes_you_suck (Mia) Um...excuse me, what about girls? Cereal_killer (Caleb) Did someone say 'food?' I_pooped No, idiot, he said, 'party' Cereal_killer Party=food. Count me in. Noah's_wifey (Chloe) Wait a sec, what party? Also, you all changed my username again

"Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?" Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!" I gulped deeper. Shit. "THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his chewing gum. How rude... "3, 2, 1! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" Then the loud siren came from the huge speakers. What is this, The Hunger Games? I gulped and silently prayed, dear lord, I don't want him to be disabled! I mean, who would take me home?

I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it not to be a game, but I still hadn’t found any proof. Claire started poking the fire again. “We might even have to kill other people, that’s what you’re saying, aren’t you?” “Ooh,” said Flossie, getting animated. “It’s like The Hoonger Games!” “Yes,” I said. “A bit like that.” “I fookin’ love Katniss.” “Those films were terrible,” Maurice insisted vigorously. “Absolutely shocking.” A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out.

I didn't think I would get any sleep, but the second my head hit the pillow, I blacked out. . . . I woke up hours later, feeling more energized than I have in a long time. My stomach rumbles, reminding me of how hungry I was. I stepped out of the room and went straight to the kitchen. Kira and Jeff were in the living room plotting out their next assignment. Opening the fridge, I hoped I'd find something different, but it was just noodles. I was beginning to get tired of eating it. I walked up t the other guys. " Um... Guys? What would be having tonight?" I carefully ask.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

“How do we test that?” “Easy, you have a spoon, still hungry?” He points at the spoon then crosses his arms, as if waiting for something to happen. I sigh, then attempt to concentrate on my hand. For a few moments nothing happens, but then I’m starting to see an image in my mind. It’s not physically in my hand, but I’m starting to see a bowl of cereal. In my head I told myself I wanted a different kind of breakfast food. I’m starting to see bacon and eggs in my head, as I blink I realize my hand is burning, and I drop a very hot plate of sizzling bacon and fried eggs. I stand in a rush – clutching my hands together to defuse the burning sensation. Axel grabs his messy hair with both hands.