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 (77/0)
A World Apart
Sunny weather makes people want to spend time outdoors. When the public flock to the zoo, they want is to surround themselves with animals wandering around the plains of their enclosures. They don’t seem to be interested in being cooped up, looking at the animals more suited to warmer climates, such the reptiles and exotic birds.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
When Curiosity Drowns the Cat
“Never mess with things you don’t know how to work.” Elena sat on a tree stump, long legs dangling, waiting for the next cart to arrive. She had just finished buying supplies at the next village, across the lake from her home. Being a Spring morning, the sun had risen from the clouds and she wasn’t bothered about waiting. Her head tilted back slightly, soaking up the sun’s rays dancing upon her pale face. The grasses were tall and spiked, like natures ticklish blades. A bloom of daisies grew among them. The young, naive girl crouched, her petticoat dragging in the dirt. Leaning her face into the flowers she sniffed, aromas getting caught inside her nostrils. Breathing in, she sighed out again, a pleasant smile spreading across her lips. There, in the corner, she saw a twinkle in the ticklish grass, this object glimmered in the sunlight. With her spindly, long fingers she picked it up, taking a closer inspection.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Mummers Lost in Darkness
Midnight. The moonlight shone over the black waves, sprinkled with reflections from the stars above. In and out, in and out, in and out. The water tiptoed to the shore, onto the crumbling sand particles, then back out again. The large, thin palm trees blew in the cold breeze, their necks tall enough to be ladders.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Everything All At Once
Alice the fluffy animal kept herself to herself and that was the way it had always been. Her dwelling was small that was all she needed. She was alone, burying inside the mound. A mossy, green coated hill that sat just between two trees and a river that ran through the centre.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction