Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

“I built a life support system. I gave them air, water, and a sky that did not fall. There is a distinction that your primitive mind seems to struggle with.” ​“Not to the people who were locked inside while the steel screamed above them,” Thorne countered. He stood up, his movements stiff and pained, every joint protesting the effort. He walked over to the reinforced window, looking out at the sprawling graveyard of iron and ash that made up our world. “There is a crowd forming at the North Gate. They are not there to bring flowers or thank you for your calculations. They are there for the remaining stockpiles of canned proteins and the filtration units. They want what is left of the Hub’s h

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

She offered Rain a stick of dried meat, and she took it, not realizing how hungry she was until after she took the first bite. Mist pressed a button on the tent and it folded itself back into a more manageable size so she could shove it in her pack. Since they’d eaten and drank some of the water, there was more room in there now than there had been before. For a moment, thoughts of how far they had to go became overwhelming. What if they couldn’t find food? They had hydration pills and protein packs, as well as nutrient pills, but that wouldn’t do anything against the sensations of hunger pains or thirst. Rain took some deep breaths, realizing she was letting her thoughts get away from her.

Sherlin said as she held his hand and closed the door of the bathroom. “I am not avoiding you, Sherlin,” He said to her as he started to look anywhere but at her. “Oh really? Then why are you not looking at me?” Sherlin folded her arms around her chest as she looked at him. “Sherlin I do not wish to have this talk with you right now,” Sherlin looked at him in irritation. “Then when will you have this talk with me? When you’ll be declared malnourished in front of the whole country? Billionaire Yash Kapoor found malnourished!” She made a dramatic expression as Yash took a deep breath.

“ARCHON NEEDS TO DIE TO REVERSE IT.” Noah sighed and stepped back. “And he will. But until then, we’re going to have to sort out something. You’ll run out of blood, if you keep using it to write with.” He left and Thorne turned to the mirror, looking at the mess of scarring and the thick black string which held his lips together. His gaze shifted to his torso, to the chunks of skin missing and he growled. Without being able to eat, he’d starve, before he ran out of blood.

Where are Heath and Talen? (Heath’s awake. Talen’s hurt. They’re trying to find everyone… ugh) Aislen broke off her knees giving a little under the pressure. (It hurts…) (What hurts?) Heath’s thought was sharp. (Are you injured?) There were people-shapes in the smoke. Their thoughts were filled with pain and anguish… and hunger. A terrible hunger. Zombies. And they could smell her. Blood and burnt meat. They knew that food was ahead, weak and seeping juices…

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

Better than fine honestly. She tried to stand. Her knee disagreed. "We need food," she said, on the second attempt. Thorne made a sound. Almost a laugh. "Three centuries of transcendence and—" "We are ninety-two. We have not eaten. Yes." She got upright. Grabbed a branch. "Food first. Existential crisis after."