Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty
Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty, or EKD for short, enjoys a good story, cats, and dragons.
Though she has always written fiction, she found a love of creative nonfiction while studying at Full Sail University.
Her axe cleaved a hunk of a tree branch with a crack. As both pieces of firewood clattered to the ground on either side of the chopping block, her breath swelled in a sparse cloud around her scarves. She sniffed.
I have never known a field to grow blades of grass. Blades cut. Wild fields of grass are more like strands of long, thick hair. Waving in breezes, brushing against skin, bracing the tender lavender sky. The ocean of green stretches before me from beneath my toes toward the lanky shape on the horizon. A tilted and wiry tree, its branches bowed with the weight of plump fruit.
“Can you believe all this used to be water?” We passed lumpy, shining stone with great white figures, curved and with intricate cracks that rose and fell. Hollow shells crunched between my bicycle tires and the loamy soil beneath.
Become the Bull
They called me “the bull.” My nickname from the pit. It only made sense to put horns on everything. We put a bull on the kick drum, all our microphones have horns on the end. I even started wore a viking helmet with horns on it on stage once. We named our band Taurine for Christ’s sake!