Monologues Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"We're burning out, Malakai! We need fuel, or we won't be able to dig ourselves out when the storm breaks!" "He's right." Roman's voice is calmer but strained. "We can't keep going like this. The hunger is going to override everything." I sit there in the dark, listening to the monsters fight over me. My hands are still on my neck, and I can feel my own pulse hammering against my palms. They're arguing about who gets to feed on me. Like I'm not even a person anymore. Like I'm just meat.

“Eat, or you'll die. It's that simple. Open your mouth, Monroe.” My lips remain sealed, defying him. The ominous tone sends a jolt through my chest, making my heart stutter before racing ahead. I crave a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of sunlight, anything to remind me I'm still alive. “I…I need to quench my thirst,” I whisper, my voice cracking on the words. “And a bath…please.” The words are a desperate plea, torn from my parched throat. “One step at a time, then.” His deep, velvety voice wraps around me, comforting and unsettling at the same time. “You must be dying of thirst. Here, drink this.”

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!"

MONIQUE The last day, I couldn't even get out of bed. I had been talking to myself. The silence of the room was too loud, and the words were the only thing that could push against it. I even started contemplating if I could die of hunger, or if I should just hang myself and die before I go through the agony. I was wondering if I could use the sofa to kick down the window, a desperate, absurd escape. I realized I didn't even have the strength to do that. I hadn't eaten for three days. This was the fourth day.

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

I hesitated for a bit, feeling faint. I glanced up at the heavens, muttering a fervent prayer. Please, moon goddess. Help me, help me get away from these monsters that want to devour me. I muttered, before climbing up the platform and walking into the cage. The door closed behind me in a clang and cheers broke out in the council room. More tears escaped my eyes and my body started shaking, my blood running cold. This is it, the moment where I get broken and lose any sense of dignity. Someone get me out of here!

"We were still talking about the scripts when it happened and she knew about the attic, she was the only one" "She was lovely", I say with a smile looking at Lola's scribble of hers and Chidimma's name on the file. "She really was". Chidimma returned the file. "Okay, let's go to your fave spot". I shake my head. "Let's go." We climbed out of the attic and she locked the door. I run down the small staircase and head to the large stage. "Fair is foul and foul is fair: Hover though you filthy air", I say the first line of Macbeth to the empty auditorium and then I look at her, she was smiling, the one that reach her eyes.

I feel the sad spirit of Jane, the human girl who lost everything to the wolves. "Get ready to catch her," Caedmon whispers to a guard, waiting for me to drop. "Why did you leave me alone in the dark?" I scream out loud. I drop to my knees hard. My shoulders shake back and forth. Big tears run out from under my mask and wet my face. I do not faint at all. I let out a loud, sad human cry that echoes in the room. "Look at her!" a Moon Bard Master whispers. "This is real pain!"

she giggled, "not really talking. The guy can't string two words together." Abbey giggled despite herself. She turned, looked over her shoulder—telling herself she was having another look at Lucy's gorilla. But her eyes were drawn only to Damien, who stood semi-naked, dripping wet, and staring after her.

"You think this is the end? No. No, Lycan King. You've merely postponed your extinction. The old order rots, we will inherit the bones. Your throne will crumble, and your Luna..." He stopped to cough. "... your precious Luna is dying at your feet." The rasp of Sargis's voice cut through the haze. "You've already lost, Monohue. Keep talking if it steadies your hands. It won't save you." A grunt. The thud of bodies colliding. I flinched as a heavy impact tremored through the floor beneath my cheek. Monohue roared, the sound brittle with desperation. "This palace will drown in your blood before I bend knee! Do you hear me, dog? You'll choke on the ashes of your line!"