My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

she gestured to the bowl. I sat down. I was too hungry to argue. The stew looked fine. I took a large spoonful. It had a strange, metallic aftertaste, but I swallowed it. I took another. Within ten minutes, my gut twisted. It felt like someone had reached inside me and grabbed my intestines with a pair of pliers. "Are you okay, Rowan?" Sabrina asked, her voice dripping with fake concern. "You look a little pale." "I’m fine," I choked out, gripping the edge of the table.

Maybe throw in hunger and thirst with that too if you describe them with facial expression. I heard my stomach as it began to growl as if there’s a tiger living inside it. I brought myself to the kitchen and I was thinking of finding something eat. I only saw a box of pizza from the cheapest and nastiest pizza place in the city. I wasn’t really expecting anything which immediately came into fruition when I opened the box. There’s just a tiny long piece of crust left. “Shit! This life fucking sucks!” I whispered to myself gritting with mixed feelings of annoyance and rage.

What’s wrong with me? In the dead of the night, a strange sensation roused me from my slumber, centered in my lower stomach. Could it be hunger again? Groaning, I made my way to the bathroom, thinking I had an upset stomach, only to realize Aunt Flo is here. “Great going, uterus!” I muttered, taking care of my needs. As my stomach grumbled, I was reminded of the tempting ice cream I had spotted in the freezer the day before. Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I ensured the coast was clear before opening the enormous tub of ice cream on the kitchen island.

Aria’s pov My stomach is like a bottomless pit……. The moment the plate hits my lap, I forget my name or where I am. I forget there are vampires and strangers everywhere, and I dig in like a starved wolf. My hands tremble with the need to eat and I shovel meat into my mouth, barely chewing, only swallowing and reaching for more. My throat burns from the speed of it, but I cannot stop. It is messy, it is shameful, but it feels wonderful. One might think I am a starved homeless.

Covering my mouth immediately, the head maid rush to my side and hand be a glass of water while she rub my back. Damn, I really don't know why cheese stinks this mich when I used to eat them as a snack when I was a kid. I used to love the creamy unique taste... But now... I jut want to get rid of it. I was calming myself as the maid remove the ice cream in front of me when a scoff echoed in the room that made us look at him. "You hate me this much?" I felt like a cold water was poured to me as my eyes shook.

Tynan asked when Laura froze for a while with vegemite toast in her mouth. Laura nodded as she chewed. The frown remained on her face as Tynan poured a glass of water and offered it to her. The e-ghost accepted the new offering almost immediately and drained half the cup in one go. "It's salty and bitter," she frowned. Tynan nodded. "That's why I ordered vanilla ice cream with milo. It helps to erase that taste. If you don't like it, you can discard it. I promise that dinner wouldn't be anything like that. Hot pot is a lot easier on the stomach and tongue."

I say. " no problem, now eat! You are gonna need your strength! " he says excitedly. I begin eating and I wolf it all down within seconds. " for what exactly?" I say blankly. " to escape! " he says. " and damn girl talk about hunger!" All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my chest and it takes a minute to realise that it's from snow. " April, are we going to leave mate behind?" She asks sadly. " yes snow! He rejected us remember? He also got our parents killed! " I say matter of factly.

“Riven. This thing is full of fish!” “Please get in the barrel, Stiles,” Grey said, nudging him toward the edge. “You don’t understand,” Stiles whined, pointing a finger at the ice. “The slime gets into the pores. Grey, you should know how this thing works.” Sky laughed beside me. “Stop complaining, Stiles. It’s better than a dungeon.” “Barely!” Stiles huffed, but he finally climbed in, letting out a loud “Eww!” as he sank into the ice and fish. Grey climbed in after him, looking much braver than I thought him to be.

"I have a room here." "Where?" "Beside yours." I palmed my face again. “Wow! Just wow! ” I feel like I'm on a secret camera or what. The ups and downs of the moments are like head spinning. I can’t believe what’s happening, my legs are out of strength and my stomach is grumbling. My throat hurts too from so much shouting. I harshly opened the lid of the ice cream and started to eat it. I feel like a bad -tempered child eating there. I’m fvckin stressed. I need this sugar rush.

“Hey, that’s Icicle Blast. Savor it. That’s the good stuff.” It is not. My stomach revolts as the lukewarm liquid sloshes and settles, but I breathe through it and struggle onto my wobbly legs. I’m vaguely aware that I’m still in shock. I must be because I’m not crying, and I’m not huddled in a hysterical ball with ‘did you leave any virgin holes?’ echoing in my brain.