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)
5 - Misplace
5 – Misplace The clouds were gathering but it was neither warm nor chilly, just pleasant outside with a slight breeze in the air. As it was Autumn, most of the leaves were missing leaves, they just lay in the ground to be crumpled up. It had turned 5pm and the sun was just setting, crowds of children appeared from nearby streets disturbing leaves as they rushed on by.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
4 - Flesh
4- Flesh It was all I wanted for my entire life, staring at perfect skin flashing on television, dazzling around. Every time I was given pocket money spending it not on sweets or confectionary but magazines, the models dressed head to toe in designer brands, their skin as perfect as babies. I knew everything was fake and that’s just what I loved about it but something inside me didn’t want to just settle for only looking good in photographs, I wanted the change to last forever.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
3 ROT
3 - ROT All my life I had been waiting for this moment and today was finally the day for everything to happen. I’d always been a foodie for as long as I could remember, nibbling on cakes and treats. I’d always wanted to cook for people, share my recipes with the world. First came my family who I would cook for ever night as my single mother who worked nights always came home late, because of this I always made a meal for her as she finished.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
November mystery short stories
1 – DISTORT 1.45 am. I stare at my alarm clock sitting on the right side of my bed where I lie. Its funny, the way you look at an object to much bends your reality. I watch the 2-bit numbers on the screen creating the only light from the room. The decimal points flashing rhythmically. Like a hypnotises, watching them flicker sends me into a deep slumber, I wake with a start, bolt upright in bed, the residue of saliva on my chin.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction