I was starving when I didn’t eat for a week because I was sick to my stomach
aundrea Kelly
I am so starving to eat so I went and I got some food to eat
Skyla
When I hear the word starving it make me hungry because starving is a nother word for hungry.
Savannah
When I hear the word starving it make me hungry because starving is a not her word for hungry .
Savannah
At my old house while riding my bike I found a cat and it looked like it was starving so I took it home and fed it.
Wyatt
I do not like to starve.Because I like food
Gabe
When I was starving my stomach hurt and grumbled.When I finally ate it felt better.
Charlie
I am always starving. I don’t like starving because it makes me feel bad. I love being ful. Starving is bad and I hate the sound of starving.
Braden Hilliker
I am always starving because of a urge on my stomach that makes me feel super hungry. I am always looking for a good meal.
Dereik
I’m really hungrey I need to eat something.
Carsten
Starving is when you aren’t full or you don’t have anything in your stomach. You should try eating so that you aren’t starving. When you are starving you could tell by maybe your stomache is rumbling.
Julia
When I think of starving I think of me wanting to eat and need to eat something
Nikolai
When I hear the word starving I think of someone who is really hungry.Most people start starving if they miss a meal.
Kaylee
The person was starving after the long walk.
Payton
I hate when I’m starving because it makes me feel extremely hungry because I haven’t eaten.
Cameron
There’s a bunch of people who are homeless and are starving to death because they have no money at all. I feel bad that they don’t. I know I wouldn’t want to be starving. Just image them in the winter now that has to be terrible
Trinity
I am so starving to eat
Skyla
Its often that I use the word starving. I’m a hangry person. But I’ve never actually starved and I can only imagine the rage actually starving would cause. Maybe that’s something to remember when we ask why some countries can’t get it together.
Malcolm Bean
She held her stomach and pouted. He laughed and rolled his eyes at her, “Okay, okay, we’ll go get food.”
“I want it nowww.”
“You are such a child.”
“That makes you incredibly creepy.”
“Shut up, let’s go eat.”
They know nothing of starving, but they think they are starting all the time, these children who deplete my refrigerator of apples and consume 15 bananas a day, per person, if left unattended in the mid afternoon. My chocolate milk is never safe. They sneak into the juice I’ve hidden to make smoothies. The peanut butter jar has been ransacked, again.
rachelzana
Hungry. For affection, for food, for praise, for love. People are starving the world over.
There are a lot of children starving to death in the rural parts of Africa. This sad state of affairs is a result of poor economic sanctions, terrorism and poor planning by the government. Things are expected to change in the next few years, but won’t be possible if all the countries of the world don’t join hands.
Pratheek
The kittens were starving. Anna frowned at the poor things. Why did some owners have to be so cruel? She found these kittens in a box on the side of the road…abandoned as if they were simply furniture someone didn’t want. Anna quickly scooped up the box and hurried to the nearest animal hospital, where she hoped these innocent creatures would be saved.
B
I was starving for words. Sentences. Anything to end this boredom. To tickle my brain into complex though, but here I was stuck with only a pen to feed me.
I’m waiting and desperate for
the Golden Idea,
something to propell me forward
and upward and out into the
limelight.
I’m starving for that chance
to put my best foot forward and
be allowed a step,
grand and determined,
in the direction I want to go.
And here I sit, hollow with hunger
and aching in indecision.
“Hey. Hey, kid,” muttered the homeless woman sitting in her own urine at the bus stop. “You’ve got something for me to eat? I’m hungry. Starving! I need protein, you hear? And carbs! I’ll die of exhaustion without carbs!”
The young boy unwrapped his sandwich and handed it to the woman, who devoured it eagerly. A little rush of color rose in her cheeks, and she sighed and lulled her head back against the concrete wall.
Belinda Roddie
I was so hungry today. I just found out I have diabetes. I need to think more about my health than if I am hungry. Well, I wasn’t starving, just hungry and afraid to eat – I’m still wading in the unknown and tomorrow will find out how I need to live the rest of my life. I
Dylanne
My psyche was starving for a connection to purpose and all the glorious things living life fully has to offer. A mouth-watering sensation lingering when your path is unknown.
Kids in Africa are starving on a daily basis they have nothing but the berries from plants as they search for food. We need to do something as a community to help change this and make the world a better place.
Jalen
I skip breakfast, thinking hunger won’t get the best of me today, and once out of reach of carbs, I am reminded just how much I underestimate the primitive pull my stomach. I look in my desk, masochistic curiosity, and see crackers, plain and easy enough to push from my mind. Some purple I didn’t put there catches my eye as I begin close the drawer. Where did this come from? A little box from my own country. Fingers fumbling in excitement. Two little chocolates side by side.
I know how this goes.
No- you can’t eat that, don’t even think about it—stop. Why did someone have to be so kind as to try and ruin this diet? Thank you, thank you, fuck you. The sweetness is already on my tongue. If I don’t eat them now, then when? They’ll just go bad sitting there, and I’ll eat them eventually, why not now then? Just one, just one. Promises I can’t keep. Going to eat them anyway—stupid pride to prove I can push them from my mind is the only thing holding me back.
I know I lose this battle, which makes giving up in the end inevitable and brings the dark chocolate to my lips. I close my eyes to the sweetness for just a moment, and with that I know I can make it until lunch.
But I grab the other, too. Dams built have been broken; damns given have been broken.
I let the sweetness mix with the aftertaste of failure melt the chocolate. Having had both, my stomach sends a warning, a caution against so much sugar and to stop while it is satisfied; to stop before I can’t handle anymore. I could even skip lunch, so quiet and content my stomach has gone.
But I’m still hungry. All the sugar in the world,
and I’m still hungry.
Yesterday I saw a boy eating the leftovers of a core of an apple from the dumpster outside of Jewel. Not that it’s a sight that I’m not used to by now but he was alone. Most times there’s a buddy – sometimes even a parent – or at least an adult.
Sarah
I don’t believe that I have ever actually been starving. I have been hungry but never starving. When I hear about other places in the world where people are regularly starving I think I understand but I know I really don’t.
Kathryn
hunger, desperation. striving for something that may not be there. love, money, food, attention. you crave these things, you search desperately for these things. whether your starvation will be cured or not is all up to the cruel goddess of fate.
It wasn’t the smell of the food that made her crazy. It was the steam coming off of it, billowing out from the steaming metal trays from the hills of rice and vegetables. She was starving.
he kissed her like he was starving and her lips were the last meal he would ever have. but while all he felt was hunger and need, she felt love and passion. who’s to say which one it was, all they know is that was the first of their many starving kisses
I am thinking about a big, juicy hamburger right now. It has all the fixings including cheddar cheese and bacon with grilled onions and avocado too. My dog is looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind, because I’m drooling. “Hey! You do it all the time! It’s my turn!” Food is essential; food porn is inevitable.
Karen
He picked up the sandwich and devoured it like a man who hadn’t eaten in months. Indeed he was starving, but not for the food nearly as much as for his freedom.
Bonnie Alston
Oh man, I was starving yesterday. After running 8km through the park, I was desperate for food. But I was also exhausted and didn’t feel like cooking. I called my friends and we went out for delicious Indian food. It was earlier than I normally eat dinner, but I was happy.
If you read about it, it seems somehow not a problem. Being here and seeing this and the people starving is another thing altogether. There must be better ways for people to help. No-one should be able to ignore this, if you see it you want to do something.
I put some eyeliner on, fixed the rest of my makeup and stepped out of that restroom with a renewed sense of self-confidence and hope. I was starving for a sense of accomplishment. I wanted to do something that would make me feel good, that would make me feel like I was moving forward in the right direction. I was finally going to take the plunge and hope for the best. I was going for what I had always wanted to do.
I was starving when I didn’t eat for a week because I was sick to my stomach
I am so starving to eat so I went and I got some food to eat
When I hear the word starving it make me hungry because starving is a nother word for hungry.
When I hear the word starving it make me hungry because starving is a not her word for hungry .
At my old house while riding my bike I found a cat and it looked like it was starving so I took it home and fed it.
I do not like to starve.Because I like food
When I was starving my stomach hurt and grumbled.When I finally ate it felt better.
I am always starving. I don’t like starving because it makes me feel bad. I love being ful. Starving is bad and I hate the sound of starving.
I am always starving because of a urge on my stomach that makes me feel super hungry. I am always looking for a good meal.
I’m really hungrey I need to eat something.
Starving is when you aren’t full or you don’t have anything in your stomach. You should try eating so that you aren’t starving. When you are starving you could tell by maybe your stomache is rumbling.
When I think of starving I think of me wanting to eat and need to eat something
When I hear the word starving I think of someone who is really hungry.Most people start starving if they miss a meal.
The person was starving after the long walk.
I hate when I’m starving because it makes me feel extremely hungry because I haven’t eaten.
There’s a bunch of people who are homeless and are starving to death because they have no money at all. I feel bad that they don’t. I know I wouldn’t want to be starving. Just image them in the winter now that has to be terrible
I am so starving to eat
Its often that I use the word starving. I’m a hangry person. But I’ve never actually starved and I can only imagine the rage actually starving would cause. Maybe that’s something to remember when we ask why some countries can’t get it together.
She held her stomach and pouted. He laughed and rolled his eyes at her, “Okay, okay, we’ll go get food.”
“I want it nowww.”
“You are such a child.”
“That makes you incredibly creepy.”
“Shut up, let’s go eat.”
They know nothing of starving, but they think they are starting all the time, these children who deplete my refrigerator of apples and consume 15 bananas a day, per person, if left unattended in the mid afternoon. My chocolate milk is never safe. They sneak into the juice I’ve hidden to make smoothies. The peanut butter jar has been ransacked, again.
Hungry. For affection, for food, for praise, for love. People are starving the world over.
There are a lot of children starving to death in the rural parts of Africa. This sad state of affairs is a result of poor economic sanctions, terrorism and poor planning by the government. Things are expected to change in the next few years, but won’t be possible if all the countries of the world don’t join hands.
The kittens were starving. Anna frowned at the poor things. Why did some owners have to be so cruel? She found these kittens in a box on the side of the road…abandoned as if they were simply furniture someone didn’t want. Anna quickly scooped up the box and hurried to the nearest animal hospital, where she hoped these innocent creatures would be saved.
I was starving for words. Sentences. Anything to end this boredom. To tickle my brain into complex though, but here I was stuck with only a pen to feed me.
I’m waiting and desperate for
the Golden Idea,
something to propell me forward
and upward and out into the
limelight.
I’m starving for that chance
to put my best foot forward and
be allowed a step,
grand and determined,
in the direction I want to go.
And here I sit, hollow with hunger
and aching in indecision.
“Hey. Hey, kid,” muttered the homeless woman sitting in her own urine at the bus stop. “You’ve got something for me to eat? I’m hungry. Starving! I need protein, you hear? And carbs! I’ll die of exhaustion without carbs!”
The young boy unwrapped his sandwich and handed it to the woman, who devoured it eagerly. A little rush of color rose in her cheeks, and she sighed and lulled her head back against the concrete wall.
I was so hungry today. I just found out I have diabetes. I need to think more about my health than if I am hungry. Well, I wasn’t starving, just hungry and afraid to eat – I’m still wading in the unknown and tomorrow will find out how I need to live the rest of my life. I
My psyche was starving for a connection to purpose and all the glorious things living life fully has to offer. A mouth-watering sensation lingering when your path is unknown.
Kids in Africa are starving on a daily basis they have nothing but the berries from plants as they search for food. We need to do something as a community to help change this and make the world a better place.
I skip breakfast, thinking hunger won’t get the best of me today, and once out of reach of carbs, I am reminded just how much I underestimate the primitive pull my stomach. I look in my desk, masochistic curiosity, and see crackers, plain and easy enough to push from my mind. Some purple I didn’t put there catches my eye as I begin close the drawer. Where did this come from? A little box from my own country. Fingers fumbling in excitement. Two little chocolates side by side.
I know how this goes.
No- you can’t eat that, don’t even think about it—stop. Why did someone have to be so kind as to try and ruin this diet? Thank you, thank you, fuck you. The sweetness is already on my tongue. If I don’t eat them now, then when? They’ll just go bad sitting there, and I’ll eat them eventually, why not now then? Just one, just one. Promises I can’t keep. Going to eat them anyway—stupid pride to prove I can push them from my mind is the only thing holding me back.
I know I lose this battle, which makes giving up in the end inevitable and brings the dark chocolate to my lips. I close my eyes to the sweetness for just a moment, and with that I know I can make it until lunch.
But I grab the other, too. Dams built have been broken; damns given have been broken.
I let the sweetness mix with the aftertaste of failure melt the chocolate. Having had both, my stomach sends a warning, a caution against so much sugar and to stop while it is satisfied; to stop before I can’t handle anymore. I could even skip lunch, so quiet and content my stomach has gone.
But I’m still hungry. All the sugar in the world,
and I’m still hungry.
Yesterday I saw a boy eating the leftovers of a core of an apple from the dumpster outside of Jewel. Not that it’s a sight that I’m not used to by now but he was alone. Most times there’s a buddy – sometimes even a parent – or at least an adult.
I don’t believe that I have ever actually been starving. I have been hungry but never starving. When I hear about other places in the world where people are regularly starving I think I understand but I know I really don’t.
hunger, desperation. striving for something that may not be there. love, money, food, attention. you crave these things, you search desperately for these things. whether your starvation will be cured or not is all up to the cruel goddess of fate.
It wasn’t the smell of the food that made her crazy. It was the steam coming off of it, billowing out from the steaming metal trays from the hills of rice and vegetables. She was starving.
he kissed her like he was starving and her lips were the last meal he would ever have. but while all he felt was hunger and need, she felt love and passion. who’s to say which one it was, all they know is that was the first of their many starving kisses
I am thinking about a big, juicy hamburger right now. It has all the fixings including cheddar cheese and bacon with grilled onions and avocado too. My dog is looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind, because I’m drooling. “Hey! You do it all the time! It’s my turn!” Food is essential; food porn is inevitable.
He picked up the sandwich and devoured it like a man who hadn’t eaten in months. Indeed he was starving, but not for the food nearly as much as for his freedom.
Oh man, I was starving yesterday. After running 8km through the park, I was desperate for food. But I was also exhausted and didn’t feel like cooking. I called my friends and we went out for delicious Indian food. It was earlier than I normally eat dinner, but I was happy.
If you read about it, it seems somehow not a problem. Being here and seeing this and the people starving is another thing altogether. There must be better ways for people to help. No-one should be able to ignore this, if you see it you want to do something.
I put some eyeliner on, fixed the rest of my makeup and stepped out of that restroom with a renewed sense of self-confidence and hope. I was starving for a sense of accomplishment. I wanted to do something that would make me feel good, that would make me feel like I was moving forward in the right direction. I was finally going to take the plunge and hope for the best. I was going for what I had always wanted to do.