Elizabeth Cordes
Bio
Hi. I enjoy writing creatively. Writing is my passion!
Stories (3/0)
The Haunted Owl
The first time he saw it, he froze in his tracks and held his breath. Its large, eerie eyes pierced his soul; it was a dark, bone-chilling stare that seemed to strip him of his thoughts, his emotions, and his masculinity, leaving him drenched in inexplicable fear and dread. He remembered that the rake he had so firmly held within his palm quivered uncontrollably and fell unto the hay. The owl’s ghoulish-looking black eyes scrutinized the fallen rake then slowly but purposely made their way back to him, soliciting contact again with his eyes. It almost seemed to smirk as if it sensed his fear and he felt terribly mortified to be a man at that moment. He wished that he could have a distraction, some random distraction if only the all-consuming kind where he could be so preoccupied and unfocused that his mind would forget about this peculiar, ghostly looking owl that had frozen his heart with terror.
By Elizabeth Cordes2 years ago in Fiction
The Good Husband
Ten years, four months…ten years, four months. “Ten years, four months!” He grunted as he winced from the pain of his teeth grinding against his jaw. The dirty stained yellow cup with the white and blue pills stared emptily at him and he smiled wanly then grimaced. He wasn’t going to take them today! He shuddered as he remembered his nightmare from the night before of the zombies and monsters that clawed him as he slept. Or maybe he had imagined it all? He shook his head sadly as he wondered when he would be able to separate reality from the thoughts that brewed in his head. He chuckled quietly for he knew that he could no more discern and dissect the thoughts than he could swallow these here pills without gagging. He still gagged even after swallowing them for ten years.
By Elizabeth Cordes2 years ago in Fiction
The Good Husband
Ten years, four months…ten years, four months. “Ten years, four months!” He grunted as he winced from the pain of his teeth grinding against his jaw. The dirty stained yellow cup with the white and blue pills stared emptily at him and he smiled wanly then grimaced. He wasn’t going to take them today! He shuddered as he remembered his nightmare from the night before of the zombies and monsters that clawed him as he slept. Or maybe he had imagined it all? He shook his head sadly as he wondered when he would be able to separate reality from the thoughts that brewed in his head. He chuckled quietly for he knew that he could no more discern and dissect the thoughts than he could swallow these here pills without gagging. He still gagged even after swallowing them for ten years.
By Elizabeth Cordes2 years ago in Fiction