Elizabeth A Wright
Bio
I have been creating stories from the moment I could fit a crayon in my chubby little hand, and I am sure in my mind well before that. I love personal development and have a passion for telling my tales of world travel and lovers lost.
Stories (2/0)
Salty (With a dash of crazy)
The heavy steel door slammed shut, bouncing a loud echo against the cold cement walls and floor. “Remove your clothing.” The deputy ordered in a stern and commanding voice, pointing to an open shower stall. I shimmied my way out of a pair of baggy gym shorts, an over-sized t-shirt, and a sports bra; I had no idea what had happened to my shoes nor did I care at this point. I piled my belongings in a heap on the bench in front of me, turned around to reveal my naked, mostly bronzed body (except for the white outline of my bikini area highlighting my naughty bits.)
By Elizabeth A Wright3 years ago in Criminal
That Old Familiar Hum
The crunch of metal on crisp fabric has echoed through the generations of my family for at least 100 years. My great grandmother Irene used her talents to help support her family just after the Great Depression by opening a bridal shop in San Francisco in the 1920’s.
By Elizabeth A Wright3 years ago in Motivation
