I immediately noticed that everything on the table was poison. I didn’t share that information.

Four men sat around me. I knew their faces and titles, but not their names. I glanced around the room. Every set of eyes was cold, dark. I knew I wasn’t welcome. I also knew the poison was meant for me. I am the princess of the Forest Grove. Though we were a peaceful kingdom, we were not accepted by our...

The feast was brought out at the baron’s request, of course.

Nimble servant hands placed steaming platters covered with silver domes in front of each guest. I was glad—I hadn’t eaten a thing since that morning—and my seven-hour journey to the estate had well worn me out. Looking around, I saw similar expressions on the others’ faces: watering mouths, licking lips, fingers fidgeting out of hun...

The feast continued around me after the king’s speech.

Wine was poured and food was served to every guest.

I didn’t eat a single crumb. I couldn’t.

Though the people around me smelled so good it was hard to resist the temptation of fresh blood. But I couldn’t ruin the treaty between humans and vampires. Although that is in the very near future I refuse to be the one to break it.

I could se...

The food laughs at me.

My stomach growls, wishing to be filled and put out of hungry misery…but I cannot condone its wish.

Through the silver utensils, I find my reflection, and I am reminded. I cannot eat, no, for it will only bring me pain.

“You’re doing good,” the voice in my head says.

People at the table look at me with displeasure, but I do not care.

They do not know—

They do not unde...

I stared at the food sitting in front of me, scaning the variety of goods. My gaze snagged on Aurelius, who was giving me a questioning look, probably wondering why I haven’t started eating. I just glared back at him.

He may not be the king, but Lius was surley drowning in the riches of royalty just as much as he was. I projected all of my disgust into my gaze and narrowed my brows. How could ...

food disorders

eating disorders

she has small scarred wrists and scared eyes they scared me 2 i remember when she looked up at me and pushed back her hair she told me she was tired

tired of living tired of trying i kno no1 will ever understand the hurt i saw when she said she needed sleep when she hugged me bye and rocked me slow then let go and gave me her fake smile without the dimples and wal...

The food’s smell weighs her down to her chair. Opening her mouth, she licks her lips as the desire to consume becomes stronger. She grabs the fork near her plate. Its prongs are sharp like a knife. Her arms move without thought, jerky in motion as she scrapes food onto her plate. A warning pops in her head. It’s said by a woman that seems so familiar to her but her mind is blank on her identity.

...

“ A toast to the new alliance!”

Clanking of glasses with small chatter erupts in the room. A soft melody wisps throughout the dining hall; soldiers and servants at their post.

Today, I’m assigned with the wine. However, the sweet, savory aroma of the roasted hog with the potatoes makes my job….difficult.

“ Servant, more wine” a satin clothed hand raises to my right, with more soon following.

...

A sharp stinging sensation charges through my face as a chubby hand strikes me awake. “Time to wake up!” The stranger said. The voice sounded as portly as the hand that brought me to my senses. “We are ready to gorge ourselves on the delectable assortment of food laid before us. So wake up and grace us with your presence.”

My vision is a blur, but steadily it returns to me, and as it does, my su...

Charles silently stares as the crowd devours their food, he looks at his watch, It shouldn’t take long.

Maurice lightly pats Charles in the back. “Come on Charles , why aren’t you dining with us?”

Charles looks at him, beady-eyed. “I’m not very hungry” Maurice shrugs ,” first time I ever hear you say that”, are you feeling ill ?”

Charles shook his head, although yes, he was tempted by the warm ...