Hunger Stories

He put thought's in human heads...Mind controlling he knew He was adept at mass seduction His goal was mass production. He took advantage of my health For his selfish need, and wealth My blood was indeed Something Vampires did need Very rare But did they care All they thought was It tasted so rare He made a fortune Thinking what's the heck While he sat back counting his money While Vamps sucked at my neck My rare blood ty...

The Burning of the Golden Eagles. The Grande Armee on the move. Oh what a mere 6 months would make.  450,000 strong marched to the sound of drums and buglers. Move east men for the empire, for the glory of our Emperor. The folly of men and countries to stand in his way. On we marched. City and towns fell as rain in the summer. Before long we camp on the Nieman. One last white dove did we send. Look men, stand in formation...

coming over the trees you wakelooking about for what to takeempty bowl what to makefeed yourself before the restthink of you being the bestnot of the complete messon the plains of the congoon the dying fields of red riceon the shifting sands of the ancientsas the sun beats downempty bowls what to makeyou gather souls to take

I know off hunger you speak Distance eating at your soul My image imprinted on your heart Our talks calling to your soul. I know the hunger you feel To share your silences with me To look across and see reflected in each other’s eyes To be there to receive your caress on my cheek To see me sleeping peacefully by your side To see me welcome new dawn with smile on face To see me making you my favourite cup of tea for you To...

While maggots squirm and flies dive down for scraps of food piled here in rusted buckets, the busy pier ignores two boys grabbing at a crust of bread or a bone to eat. No one saw them sneak along the wall, or heard the squeak of the bucket’s lid as the thrown out food was shuffled through and their skinny fingers fought among the flies. As I watch them make their way past egg shells and shake away the food that lingers on...

To be homeless is to be afraid.To be homeless is to be hungry.To be homeless is to be mocked.To be homeless is to feel insecure.To be homeless is to be dirty.To be homeless is to not care what's in style.To be homeless is to not smile.To be homeless is to find a dime on the street and feel elated.To be homeless is to not belong.To be homeless is to wonder how it happened.To be homeless is to realize no one cares.To be hom...

HuntersChapter Three: The Hunt Is OnBy Nathan MullinsThe sun had risen high in the blue, tranquil sky. Whisper had awoken earlier than her friend, and sat on the boxes she had slept on, thinking. She had been doing a lot of this lately. She'd been frightened, put through hell, but Shimmer was always by her side, always there to watch over her, and never the other way around. Never had she ever been given the chance to sav...