Elizabeth Butler
Bio
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
Stories (75/0)
Whispers in the Night
I’d never imagined, in one thousand lifetimes, to meet with the one thing my inner child needed. A vivid world created by my own brain, perhaps even a memory. A world full of wonder and imagination, that lives and breathes deep underground. Where whispers guide the weak, the trees hum songs of magic. A peaceful world full of nature, where mushrooms can grow as tall as skyscrapers. A world once lived in peace, the silence around the residents, now filled with corruption and power, transformed into a land not seen by the ancient ancestors that would guide this world, all vanished.
By Elizabeth Butler13 days ago in Fiction
Close Call
Red raw and bloody. Ice tightened its grip around human fish fingers. Blood trickled down fingernails before hardening. Whistling in the frozen air, a kettle calling out however there is no one there to listen. The storm rages on, covering the earth in a white blanket. Nothing could have survived that…
By Elizabeth Butler2 months ago in Fiction
The Terms of Immortality
I have been tossed about my entire existence. I am sturdy, full of strength, nothing could break me so much, that I ended up in this spiralling existence. Many decades of grubby fingers, handling my body. At one point, I was valued, something to be treasured with the seal of authenticity stamped upon me. Once I glowed, but over time, through wear and tear, being dropped and swapped, from peasants that found me lying in the middle of the cobbled roads, who thought their fortune had turned, to the wealthy merchants that haggled me for goods or for bets.
By Elizabeth Butler2 months ago in Fiction
THE FORTHCOMING CALL
It had been sixty years, four months, and ten days and yet Joyce had not laid eyes upon them. Today was the day and as she walked through the autumnal woods, with the warm, hue colours falling, she was terrified. She felt her fingers, cold like blocks of ice, quivering like a tree being vigorously shaken by squirrels. Joyce couldn’t tell if she was frozen or scared for what she may encounter.
By Elizabeth Butler6 months ago in Fiction