My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

He despised his base instincts and chose to endure the agony alone, hiding in a rain-soaked back alley. "You'd just left the office. You were wearing a gray trench coat." His voice trembled faintly. "You thought I was some businessman who'd lost a bid and was sulking in the rain. You didn't walk away. Instead, you grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at you." I froze. A blurry image surfaced in my mind. "You were freezing, but so arrogant it was magnetic." The ghost of a smile crossed Silas's face. "You shoved a brutally spicy peppermint into my mouth. You said: 'If you lost, don't sit here crying about it. Have some candy, clear your head, and get back out there.'"

Victoria grumbled under her breath the entire way back into the mansion, her legs trembling with every step. Her stomach felt hollow and raw, but the dizziness was getting worse. *If I don’t eat something soon, I’m going to collapse right here in the hallway.* She slipped into the vast, dimly lit kitchen and went straight for the refrigerator. The sight of the food inside turned her stomach with fresh repulsion. She closed it quickly and moved to the freezer instead, muttering, “It can’t be… there’s no way they kept my stuff.”

Between the sad glances, the overly polite greetings, and the hushed whispers that seem to follow me everywhere, I wasn’t sure which irritated me more. But one thing was certain. I was furious. I shoveled a large spoonful of pasta into my mouth as I walked, chewing mechanically. It probably didn’t help that I looked exactly like someone who had lost a fight with life. Same wrinkled oversized shirt. Fourth day. They’d definitely noticed. Especially during my occasional midnight missions to the freezer for ice cream. My stomach growled loudly. Wonderful. ***** ‘Squelch’ I pressed the flush lever and watched my lunch swirl down the drain.

I hesitated. "And?" "And... maybe the sound of the villa’s wall clock. The way it ticks gently at night. It... oddly makes me feel safe." Hugo fell silent. "I like that." "The ticking?" "No. Your answer." Silence again. But this time, it felt peaceful. Until my stomach growled. Loudly. Clearly. Embarrassingly. Hugo turned to me, stifling a smile. "Was that your stomach, or a small earthquake warning?" I groaned, hugging my knees. "That was my stomach. And if we don’t eat soon, I might consider... cannibalism."

My thoughts were cut short as another pain shot my stomach. My stomach was burning, I clutched it in pain bit it didn't help it, I felt something cold on my stomach, I looked down painfully to see that Hannah had placed ice block on my stomach but it did nothing to help my situation. I felt as if my stomach was forcefully being uprooted from it's place. Tears blinded my vision as I tried in vain to stop the pain. My body was suddenly on fire. It was as of I was placed in a boiling pot, I turned and turned but it didn't calm my pain for a bit. My head was swelling, I could feel it. It was the worst feeling ever, something I wouldn't want to wish my worse enemy.

How could I, I'm crazy about the physique of Caucasians, but I can't eat their food. So all Gerald spent. Yeah, the stomach is pretty long, too, or what? Two plates can fit at once. "Short if you don't like to say it." I just nodded. I'm feeling hungry right now. "Ice cream." I said spoiled. The white guy is good. Take advantage first before he takes advantage of my body. Mutualism symbiosis, right?

It gave me a series of advantages that were very comfortable. When there was very little left I started to feel bad. My belly hurt a little too much. I looked at the expiration date. It wasn't nearly out of date. Still, the pain oompa loompas were very keen on throwing a party in my stomach. I groaned and lay down on the couch. I didn't know what it could be. The ice cream was in good shape. I closed my eyes in case the pain would magically disappear. It did not go away. -Samantha - G pestering at the most inopportune moment - You have eaten all the ice cream?

Tremors shook her body as she kept vomiting her soul. After a long time, she stopped and fell on the tablet while I flushed the toilet, and she turned her head, resting her temple on my arm and looking at me with her face reddened and sweaty. I felt her face and it felt a little warm. "You must have got a stomach bug," I said, stroking her wet face. Maya moans with pain and closes her eyes "Stuffing ice cream in the middle of the night is not the best idea, you know that you risk congestion."

My swimsuit fit differently than it had a week ago. Not dramatically. Just enough to notice. I had assumed it was because I had spent most of the week lying down. Now that she mentioned it though... My appetite had been strange. Some meals I felt starving. Others made me feel sick before I could finish them. Ice cream alone had become completely unappealing. That realization hit me harder than anything else. Ice cream was my favorite food. Had been for years. The thought of it now made my stomach twist. A strange sense of unease crawled up my spine.

My voice sounds small and pathetic. I know he’s not coming back yet. Mighty said he was out. So I tell myself it’s okay to stay. I tell myself I just need to cool down before I go back into the crowd. I reach into the bucket and grab an ice cube. My fingers are shaking so hard I almost drop it back into the slush. I pop the ice into my mouth, biting down on it hard. I want the cold to stop the fire that’s curling in my stomach, but it doesn't work. The ice melts against my tongue, and the heat just gets worse. It’s moving lower now, heavy and demanding, pooling between my legs and making my heart beat in places it has no business beating.