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My stomach growled and I squirmed in my seat to try to silence the rumbling. I glanced at the clock; there were only two more minutes until lunch. My teacher droned on, but my head was preoccupied; my eyes glazed over as I imagined the sandwich in my bag next to my feet. I was salivating at the thought of it. Only one more minute. I watched as the red seconds hand slowly completed its circle around the clock on the wall. The closer it got, the slower it seemed to go. My stomach rumbled again, and I tried to cover it with my hand. Luckily, no one noticed the loud noise. Finally, I heard the bell ring. I'd never been happier for class to be over.

By unfinishedsentenc, December 6, 2014.
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Saskia sat on the bar stool, head slumped onto her hands watching her mother season the fish. By the time she was done each trout had a belly full of onion and herb. Saskia could taste it already and there wasn't even the aroma of cooking yet. Her stomach growled noisily and she had to swallow back a pool of saliva. Mom's voice was like that teacher on Snoopy, "Waaa waaa waaa. Homework. Waa, waa, waaa. Grandma. Waa, waa, waa. Dessert" The last word seemed important. She raised her head.

"Desert?"

"Ah, so you can hear me then." She slumped right back down again, it was just a ruse to get her attention. Dessert. She began to think on that idea a bit more. She could make one. What's easy? What has no chopping, peeling or mixing and is completely unhealthy? Mom was talking again, "Waa waa, waa. Your father. Waa, waa, waa. Messy room. Waa, waa, waa." The fish were in the oven now and the rice was steaming with spices. Dinner. She'd settle just for dinner. If only it could cook faster...

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The hunger was ever-present; from dawn to dusk it gnawed at them. Food was their constant obsession, they couldn't look at an animal or plant and not wonder if it was edible. No-one cared if food was tasty or varied, just that it could stave off the pains a while. The young children became listless first, their eyes dulled and hair thin. They no longer played or laughed, but looked serious and sat still, conserving their energy like old folk.

By ravinder, March 26, 2015.
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Gnawing hunger, famished, black hole for a stomach, rumbling stomach, feeling light-headed and empty legs from hunger, feeling shaky, hungry as a hippo, hungry as a bear in spring, half-starved.

By angela, March 7, 2012.