Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty
Bio
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.
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Stories (10/0)
Open the Gate
Gateway Systems. The leaders in innovation of science, of communications, of humanity. That’s what my grandchildren called it. But the square building that reached into the sky didn’t impress me any more than the other walls I’d seen constructed in my lifetime.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daughertyabout a month ago in Fiction
Compliance
“Come on, Romo, you said this would be easy. In and out.” The young woman glared from behind the glass visor wrapped around her head at eye level, attached at her ears burning with embarrassment. “I said it’d be in and out. I didn’t say it’d be easy.”
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty2 months ago in Fiction
The Deep End
My babysitter had a pool at her family’s house. It made the occasion you and Mom needed to leave me with her a treat. My memories are fond of jumping on a trampoline, whirling down curved stairs, watching The Ninja Turtle VHS tapes, and learning to swim in the shallow part of that pool.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daughertyabout a year ago in Families
537 Collectors Road
People move to Louisiana to get away or to settle down. Perfectly lovely people, most of the time. Like the newly wedded couple the house met many summers ago on the doorstep of 537 Collectors Road. A man and woman whose love shone bright in their eyes no matter the darkness or shadow that leered. Perfect for each other, perfect together, total perfection.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daughertyabout a year ago in Horror
Fated
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.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty2 years ago in Fiction
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!
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty2 years ago in Fiction
