Playing Pretend Stomach Book Novels & Stories

Their shrieks of laughter mingled with the sizzle of the pancakes and the clinking of mugs. Eight year Lily, Susan’s eldest, was carefully arranging tiny plastic reindeer on the windowsill. Her younger brother, six-year-old Tom, was attempting, with limited success, to build a tower out of pancake batter. Baby Ellie , was gurgling contentedly, clutching a bright red ball. Across the room, Carolyn’s children, ten-year-old Chloe, seven-year-old Ben, and Asher were engaged in a boisterous game of hide-and-seek.

She continued reading her book for another hour and was not planning to stop, if possible, she didn’t want to come out of the room that day. But everything were not entirely as she had planned, her stomach kept rumbling and making a funny sounds. At first, she tried to ignore the desperate pleas of her stomach to be fed, but she could only endure for so long. After the long exercise last night, she didn’t eat anything and even today, not as much as water entered her mouth. She checked the time and saw that it was already three in the afternoon. “Oops, this time, I have really troubled my stomach”

It was the only fiction book I had found in the fortress library, and even though I didn’t love it, it kept my mind busy. I read for a while. The story was simple and slow, but turning the pages helped me stay calm. When my stomach began to hurt from hunger, I closed the book and headed to the dining hall. No maid came to call me this time, and I liked that small change. It made me feel like I had a little control over my own actions.

She smiles as she walks into the kitchen. “Do you want a cup of tea?”, she asks and I say thank you but I am okay. I look around and I see no photo frames anywhere, she hasn’t made this place her home and that brings hope to my heart. As soon as she walks back into the front room she looks at me and sits n the end of the sofa patting the sit next to her. I sit there and she grabs my hand and places it on top of her stomach. I know it is early to feel the little monkeys moving, but I love that it gives me proximity to them.

“Can you go? I’m hungry, and my food will be here soon.” Julia turned around, and luckily, a server was walking toward us, pushing a food cart. She moved aside and sat back down in her seat. I realized she was still stealing glances at me. I pretended to hold my stomach, “I’m so hungry.” Claire and Billy were quick to catch on to it. Billy even chimed in. “Actually, the worms in my stomach have been rebelling for a while now. Finally, the food arrived, and I’m saved.”

“Dragon game! Henry’s the dragon, and you have to save me!” “Oh, I can do that,” Conan said, sweeping Jayden up into his arms and spinning him around. Jayden shrieked in delight, kicking his legs as Conan pretended to fend off an invisible monster. I laughed so hard I nearly lost my balance. Before long, Henry joined us, pretending to collapse in defeat when Conan swiped at him. “You win,” Henry said dramatically, falling into the grass. Jayden puffed his little chest out. “I’m safe now.”

Makes a lot of promises but is not able to fulfill them. Callie and Xander drove straight home. Callie brought out her phone to call George but the phone was ringing “ Hi George sorry I forgot, are you in my place? Will be home in 5 mins. Xander tried to hurry up to meet up with the said 5 mins. “ I would love to meet your brother.” “Sure,” Callie murmured. George looked up just as Callie walked into the sitting room, his face boomed into a huge smile “Hey, Callie!” He approached her.

[Livy] “I was looking for you,” It’s not exactly a lie, but it isn’t exactly true either. "You were gone for so long and I was hungry." Looking around I ask, “Where’s Sylvie? She’s supposed to be making dinner.” I need to play pretend with her, so she doesn't realize I know she’s bad. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up, but I smile even bigger, that smile I give people to convince them that everything is okay when really it isn’t.

I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

I sat at the dining table, my appetite long lost. Aurora was playing on the floor, with the other pups. Some kids had found a special liking towards her and decided to make her their friend. I smiled, looking at them, sharing toys and food, enjoying this phase without a care in the world. My stomach stirred, uneasily and I rubbed my belly. My son kicked me hard, as if he was complaining about forgetting about him. “Don’t worry baby, Mamma didn’t forget you.” I whispered to my stomach.