Stomach Growling Stories Novels & Stories

My stomach was definitely mad at me and was showing me just how much with the crazy pangs and endless growling. I reached for the bottle of water I have been sipping from and sipped from it again, it was nearly finished. My stomach hated me for it and growled even more. Pressing a palm flat on my tummy, I continued to work. I could have gotten myself something to eat but with the work in front of me, I didn't want to spend extra time after closing hours so the idea of leaving the office didn't appeal to me. Plus the curtain was pulled back meaning Ethan could see me right through it. If I ordered food, he would see me eating it. Not about to have him confront me about it.

The aroma of the food was so alluring and I had no idea how hungry I was until I ate the whole thing on the plate. Groaning, I laid back on the bed and remembered the promise I made to Camille about calling her but I shrugged it off and decided to call her tomorrow since I have no phone here yet. My stomach growled again and it was frustrating considering the fact that I just finished eating like thirty minutes ago but the growl doesn’t seem like that of hunger. The sharp pain coming from my stomach rippled through my veins, causing me to let out a loud cry as I held my stomach.

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.

My fingers danced across his skin, mapping the curves of his face. Just as our lips were about to touch, my stomach growled loudly. I decided to ignore it. I won't let a moment like this slide, I looked at Felix, who was obviously fighting for his life as he waited for that one moment to come, for me to give the go-ahead, like blowing a whistle. The growling grew louder, more insistent, as if my stomach was shouting demands for food. I laughed, amused by the audacity of my own belly, and knew it was time to feed the beast.

Things I don't want to feel anymore. We were just staring at each other when I heard his stomach growling, asking for something to eat. And again, if I am not in this kind of situation, I might laugh because it's the first time I heard it. He is making sure that no one can hear that thing. I am lucky thinking about the fact that I am the first person to witness that.

Then he makes a show of turning back to the table, answering a question from one of the advisors. I pick at my food. Nothing tastes the way it should. The bread tastes like ash, and the fruit sits too heavily in my stomach. I have to force the bites into my mouth and fight back a grimace with each one. Across the table, someone tells a story about the first night they realized the doors were truly unlocked. Everyone begins telling their own stories. It is the same every morning. The hall fills with laughter, but I am finding it difficult to join in.

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.

Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy. Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.

My heart races slightly as I swallow. I hope Alera is safe. “The voices you heard is probably me mumbling to my stomach. It hasn't seen any food for three days , you see. So it's growling angrily,” I say before chuckling like I am deranged. I stop when I realize he doesn't get my joke and his stoic face doesn't relax even for a fraction. He glares down at me. “If I found out you are lying to me, I'll tear you shreds.”

he observed, peering into the bags like a detective examining evidence. “Yeah.” I shrugged like making pizza at midnight was totally normal behavior. “Now? It’s almost midnight.” “I know.” I tore open the pepperoni package. “But ignoring my stomach is like being one move away from beating that impossible Candy Crush level, only to watch everything explode because one stupid candy refuses to cooperate.” He burst out laughing—the kind that’s completely infectious. “Seriously,” I continued, tossing a pepperoni slice in my mouth, “my stomach’s like those annoying phone notifications. Constant. Demanding. Won’t shut up.” His phone buzzed right on cue, because of course it did. “See? Just like tha