Thin Stories

Call Me Sometime ;-) A Bradley Steven Perry Fanfiction: Azalea, (pronounced a-ZAY-la), is a 15 year old. Her name comes from a Hebrew word for 'flower'. She has divorced parents, and her mom has started dating again. She found Luke, who was more of a dad to her than her real father, who she hasn't seen in years. She is tall, and lean, and these green eyes. They could capture anybody's attention, and one lucky day, they did. That's how she met Bradley. But, there's more to her story than the fluff and the romance. This is how she met the person who changed her, and everything in her life, who saved her. And it's not who you would think. Someone she hated, someone who tore her family apart. Someone troubled almost as much as herself, someone she thought was gone forever. In this story, she learns to put family ahead of anything and everything, and to not shut people out of her life for good. Because chances are, they will come back to you unexpectedly. Out of thin air.

I yearn to be an angel

Free verse

Ok so I'm trying to lose weight, A LOT of weight before Christmas so that when I go to my mums side of the family this year (which I haven't seen for like more than a year) I can look super skinny and pretty (and feel accomplished, proud, successful and happy!)

(Slow updates) Elanora is a 17 year old girl she gets bullied at school and doesn't have the best home life because her brother is one of her bullies they bully her because of her weight. Although Elanoras is not good at any sport, she discovers one, but she doesn't know if she can skate on thin ice.

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holding her hands

My eyes open slowly, to see the white ceiling of my hospital room. I put my hand to my face and tug at the tube that's pushing against my sinuses. I can feel it, up my nose and down my throught. They think this is going to "help" me. Force me to "get better" I feel trapped, like a fly to a window, trying my best to get free and just, fly away.

These are poems that aren't for everyone. They are about anorexia. Don't read if it will trigger you. I'm writing from experience of a past anorexic. Thanks!