Description of the project: I would like to write a short novel called "Grey."
Synopsis of the events of plot: This book will be written form the point of view of a dead teenage girl who passed away from anorexia. The novel will basically describe the world through her eyes, such as talking about her family and friends and how she watches over them.
Describe the main characters: A dead teenage girl named Ella Grey. She died from anorexia. The story is told through her eyes and it is about her school and piers and family and how her death affects them, and she shares her thoughts on how she views the world now that she is dead.
Outline
-intro: Ella describing her life before she got an eating disorder
-talking about how she was hospitalized
-obsessive thoughts
-talking a bout the day she actually died
-chapter about her boyfriend and how he is living now and how she views him now that she is dead
-chapter about her brother
-chapter about her mom
-chapter about dad
-chapter about her best friend
-conclusion: talk about how even though she is dead, she achieved her goal: she was finally disgustingly skinny
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Slam Poetry
Change.
As she swallowed each pill, to ease the pain,
I thought back to when she was ok.
She was healthy, happy, all of the above,
What suddenly made her change?
The voices in her head, whispered "Don't eat! Don't eat!"
Even though she was desperate for a bite.
And as she stood up, after swallowing 5 pills, on her paper thin skin and bone legs,
All I wondered, was what suddenly made her change?
I couldn't stand to see her cry, over the single M&M she ate,
the pizza, lettuce, rice, chicken anything she could possibly chew,
So I sat her down, and she swallowed another pill, this one was to treat her depression,
and said to her, in my gentle voice,
"What suddenly made you change?"
As tears streamed down her cold, pale face,
she told me her sad story.
Every day, whether magazines or television, or even just seeing the other girls at school, she saw so many skinny girls. They were thin and had a special glow, which is all she ever wanted people to see in her. She wanted those bony legs, weak arms, and defined collar bone. She wanted that false sense of confidence all the beautiful women in the world had.
The thing is, she WAS one of those girls, with her beautiful, natural physique. Her kind smile, and shining skin, why did she not notice what everyone else could see?
But once she reached her goal, and looked like Angelina Jólie, her whole life became about food. Food and exercise. Food and exercise and counting calories. Food and exercise and counting calories and restricting. Food and exercise and counting calories and restricting and losing herself in her chaotic journey to reach her twisted idea of perfection. Why did she have to change?
So, sitting with her, I took her delicate hand, and told her,
"You never even needed to change."
Every day, whether magazines or television, or even just seeing the other girls at school, she saw so many skinny girls. They were thin and had a special glow, which is all she ever wanted people to see in her. She wanted those bony legs, weak arms, and defined collar bone. She wanted that false sense of confidence all the beautiful women in the world had.
The thing is, she WAS one of those girls, with her beautiful, natural physique. Her kind smile, and shining skin, why did she not notice what everyone else could see?
But once she reached her goal, and looked like Angelina Jólie, her whole life became about food. Food and exercise. Food and exercise and counting calories. Food and exercise and counting calories and restricting. Food and exercise and counting calories and restricting and losing herself in her chaotic journey to reach her twisted idea of perfection. Why did she have to change?
So, sitting with her, I took her delicate hand, and told her,
"You never even needed to change."
Monday, January 6, 2014
Thoughts for Semester 2
Because this is not only a new semester, but a new year, I would like to expand my writing to create different types of literary works. The spoken word poetry really spoke to me; It was explicit, personal, untraditional, and loud. The spoken word poem, Louder than a bomb, was my favorite because it explicitly revealed the speaker's feelings. I am also very excited to revisit Dr. Totland because I was absent last semester for the week that we got to take class with him, so I didn't fully experience his style of teaching or play writing. As a longer, sustained project, I really want to write a lengthy, deeply emotional personal narrative.
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