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)
23 - Catch
23- CATCH I’ve always felt left out, like the odd one out in a pair of socks. Something that is here but really shouldn’t be. In school, being an outsider isn’t the best thing to decide to be and it’s not as if you have a choice. You just roll up on your first day acting just the way you are and before you know it you have been sorted into a category.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in 01
19 - Exhaust
19 - Exhaust 15-20 times per minute. The time in which a human being can blink. At night, it’s a different story. Our body motionless, our muscles out of are control and our eyes stopping to rest. Every night she woke up at the same time, almost to the decimal point. 3am. Her eyes opening wide awaken from her slumber, not necessarily from a dream or nightmare but just that feeling of a light push of a presence touching her back.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
18 - Buried
18 - Buried I love how the sand feels on my feet. It’s different to any other texture and its rare that I get to feel it sinking into my toes. We were heading to the beach, or that’s what I assumed anyway. The window was rolled down along the coastline and I could feel the sea breeze blowing my eyes and hair back, taken aback by its power.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
15 - Hidden
15 - Hidden The room is cramped but liveable. The ceiling slopes down and when I stand sometimes, I forget and bash my head. I forget how tall I am, or more likely, it’s a small room. A small, circled window sits just above my stomach when I stand. To catch a glimpse of light, I must bend my body in half, my back twisted to see the world outside, not that anything is particularly interesting out there, especially in the Winter months. In Winter, like it is now, I would rather be tucked up inside. It may not be the hottest in here but like I say, its liveable.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
14 - Meeting
14 - Meeting Waiting around is one of the worst feelings a human can feel. Waiting for anything, a bus, a train and more annoyingly a friend that’s running late that never bothers to update you. The worst of these possibilities is wanting for a meeting where you don’t know where you are, you have no idea who anyone around you is and they don’t know you. You are just sat in an un comfy chair usually made from hard plastic giving no back support wondering if you are even in the right place at all.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
13 - END
13 - END They say everyone has a story inside of them. One good book. That seems more than one billion stories could be written. Not all are good though, to be seen in a school of fish all wanting attention is the difficult part, wanting yours to stand out among the rest.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction