Stomach Growl Novels & Stories

My stomach growls loudly. "Do you need any help?" Sarah's voice booms through the empty large kitchen, I jump startled and she laughs mumbling a sorry. "I thought you were eating those cute little dishes that don't taste good, maybe it's because I'm not used to the taste- and don't fulfil any hunger." I said stirring my stew, which is almost done. "Well, in all honesty, I did it to impress Steve but I don't like that food either. And I'm famished!" She said and her stomach growls loudly, we both laugh.

A growl. They’re coming for you.

My stomach didn't just growl; it staged a full-scale military coup at exactly three-fifteen in the morning. I lay in the center of the massive, silk-draped bed, staring up at the shadows dancing on the beamed ceiling. I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell my brain that the "nutrient-dense" grass juice Dominic had forced down my throat at breakfast should have been enough to sustain a small village. But my body wasn't listening to logic. It wanted something very specific, very urgent, and very, very wrong.

God, what I wouldn’t give to go back to it all. The thing that finally breaks me out of my stupor is my stomach, which gives a mighty growl at some point in the evening when I’ve been laying in the dark for what must be a few hours. I sit up, looking down at my complaining stomach, and feel a headache pulse at the back of my head. I groan, and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either way, I want water, and sustenance. Now.

My stomach growled loudly, so loud I actually froze a little. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath. Hungry. Again. And not just hungry—starving. The kind of hunger that makes your head warm and your chest ache. Was it stress? Was it fear? Was it— I cut the thought off. I wasn’t ready for it. Not now.

It throbbed. It’s as if a whole entire being within has awoken from a deep, death-like slumber, and my stomach coiled before a thunderous growl ripped through my very soul, startling everyone. Their faces, initially overwhelmed with joy and surprise, now paled in fear and utter disbelief. Another thing I have noticed, is that they seem to be staring wide-eyed with their heads swaying left and right, yet they are still looking right at me. That can’t be right. Unless…

Well, I skipped my lunch a few hours earlier. Suddenly at the thought of food, my stomach growls again, and the feeling is so annoying and fucking persistent but I keep pushing down the discomfort because I don't want to get up from here. I force myself to believe that pretending it doesn’t exist will make the growl disappear. I want to focus on settling my thoughts first instead of the call of hunger singing inside my stomach. This pack…… Releasing a deep sigh, I keep my eyes still fixed up at the ceiling above me. My chest feels like it is being pressed down with the weight of the constant reminder that I don't belong here.

I squeezed my eyes tight, trying not to cry but feeling my eyes sting and burn still, even though I didn't want them to. I tried to fight it back even more, but I still felt the tears run down my face. My body betrayed me again as it made a loud noise. I trembled after hearing how loud my stomach growled. I waited for it, I waited to be hit for allowing my stomach to growl. It's not aloud, I'm not allowed to feel hungry! I trembled, feeling the tears run down my face as I waited to be hit. But it never came... Instead, I felt someone else taking me, collect me in their arms and pulling me against them.

A sharp, stabbing pain hits me right in the stomach, and I freeze, waiting for it to go away. But it doesn’t, and the sharp pain turns into a deep cramp.

As soon as the first spoonful reached my stomach, a loud growl followed, and I looked around the room embarrassed. "Yikes! It sounds like you haven't eaten in almost three months, geez," she remarked, making her way out while I focused back on the soup in front of me. Relishing every spoonful, I could feel bits of energy slowly returning to me. Finally, warmth returned to my freezing body. I didn't want to rush it despite my extreme hunger, to avoid overeating and getting a stiff stomach, which would land me in the hospital.