Elizabeth Wakefield
Bio
Hi I am a good writer. I get my writing skills from roleplaying which I am very good at. I do write up to 30 lines when I am roleplaying, and I do have plots for my roleplays. I also write poetry in my free time too.
Stories (12/0)
The clown near the water
The clown lives near the water I never want to go near the area where it is. I can't explain the anxiety I get once I do get close to the clown's home. The anxiety is not just anxiety, but also is in some way panic attacks that hit me knowing I could die if I go any closer. I keep thinking to myself 'don't be stupid Liz just keep on going, and never look back', but then I go closer despite the anxiety, and possible panic attacks I will have. I go near the body of water where the clown is calling to me in some way. Why though? Why would the clown be calling to me? Does it want to kill me, and keep my body in a cool, and dry place almost like it wants to preserve my body for something?. Does it want to just kill me, and then dump me in the water by it's home? What would it truly want with me?. The clown is now showing it's teeth which are razor sharp, but why am I still walking closer to it? Why am I wanting to know what it will do to me if I get closer to it?. This is not anything I would normally do, and I hope that my family will not try to look for me if I don't return home for it will be the worst thing they could have possibly ever done. The water has a fog like look to it since it's a very foggy day. I can't stop getting closer, and closer to this razor sharp toothed clown. Now I am staring at it in it's face as it studies me. I am of course very scared at this point. It then happens, and I am now screaming in pain. I see the clown's face after it bites me, but I continue to bleed profusely while I now try to get away from the clown. Despite it growling, and trying to get me I try to keep on going, but eventually I do pass out from the blood loss coming from where though? I have no clue. I just lose consciousness so I can just die without being close to that horrid, and wretched clown. I can still hear the water as I lose consciousness, but just as I close my eyes, and drift closer to death I feel the clown pick me up by my ankles telling me "Don't worry Liz you will be just fine with me", and I just couldn't struggle with the clown. All I knew was that I was going to die eventually or I will die as soon as I am in the clown's hideout by the water. I can't be certain if I saw others like me or if it was the fact that I was in shock from my injury. The clown got me into his hideout only to kill me. I am now a shell no longer a living human being. I have become a victim of the clown living by the water. Unfortunately for some poor unfortunate souls who tried to find me didn't succeed since they didn't get that far. The poor unfortunate souls were killed, and hung up on the walls of it's home just like I was. I never knew they were there since I was dead, but others who warned them in the city to not go knew they were to never return alive. Their bodies were never found unfortunately so their families never got closure, and neither did mine.
By Elizabeth Wakefield2 years ago in Horror
My UFO Experience
I was probably 14 when this happened. I was sleeping, but of course I can't remember what time I woke up maybe 2-3 am, but I remember not being able to see my huge tree in my backyard out of my bedroom window. I got a bit scared because I was just thinking to myself 'What could possibly be obstructing my view of the tree? There has to be an object there or something, but what exactly could it be?". I knew I had to look closely at it, but of course it being so dark I really couldn't make out the color since all I saw was a pure black object in a really dark backyard. I of course got scared the moment that I realized that the object or whoever or whatever was inside this object had noticed I had seen it. It didn't make any noise as it disappeared as fast as I had woken up to look at it. I didn't realize the danger I was in until after I saw the red light on my white sheer curtains in front of my window that were opened the whole time ever since I had fallen asleep that night around 11 or 12 midnight since the next day was Saturday. Please do note that I had never seen an Unidentified Flying Object ever in my life before this incident. Now back to my story. I had heard footsteps on my roof over my room after the object had zoomed away at speeds that not even a plane could go. I immediately got out of my room, and into my parent's room to tell them I saw something outside of my window, and now I am hearing footsteps so of course my mom being half asleep tells me that it could be a raccoon, and chalks it up to my imagination when I knew it wasn't. I had gone back to my bedroom after the footsteps had stopped noticing that my toy chest was open. I quickly of course looked around my room in shock, then closed it, and of course locking it up so it couldn't open again. I could barely sleep easy that night, but I knew if I didn't get some more sleep I would be dead tired in the morning. I woke up the next morning, and something told me to look in my toy chest to see if anything was missing. I looked through my toy chest, and sure enough one of my favorite barbie doll's, and yes I said barbie doll's because of course I kept them, but never played with them. I came out of my room to see my godfather was already at the house, and I said to both of my parent's, and godfather that my barbie doll is missing from my toy chest. Of course my godfather had only been there for 20 minutes so he had no clue as to what was going on. He had me draw what I had seen the night before so I drew it, and me being very close to my godfather I remember sitting on his lap showing him the drawing. He asked me if I had ever seen the object before, and of course me being scared I shook my head no. My father then had the presence in mind to clear off the window sill in the kitchen, then climbs out of the window leading to the roof to see if my barbie was on the roof. I had seen him come back with it, but I didn't want to take the barbie doll from him in case whoever or whatever it was came back to my house to retrieve it. I couldn't even dream of wanting to put it back in my room because of the fear I had of who or whatever took it to begin with. I made my father put it back on the roof right where he found it, and he came back inside putting everything back onto the window sill where it was. My mother later on had to go up the street, and around the corner to a market called Arrow Market which is no longer in business now. She had to get a few things like bread, a gallon of milk, and I think a few candy bars for herself, my dad, and I. She had paid for everything, then started to walk home, and as she was turning onto our block she saw something up in the air that made no noise just like how I had seen it the night before. She had described it as a cigar shaped object in the sky with lights on it. When she had told my godfather, and I plus my dad I knew right then that I wasn't crazy. I knew that granted she didn't know what it was, and didn't want to say it was a UFO, but I knew deep down that she had known exactly what it was that she had seen. I know now that I am not crazy, and if I ever see something like that again in my lifetime, then i'll know then that i'm not crazy like I thought I was 20 years ago. I know that somewhere other greater intelligent beings do exist, but ever since that day 20 years ago I had become a confirmed believer of everything that is not of this world. I hope that after you read this you'll become a believer as well unless of course it has to happen to you first to be able to believe which I understand greatly. I do hope as well that this story of mine has brought most of you some kind of clarity, and understanding if you will for intelligent beings that of course are not human.
By Elizabeth Wakefield3 years ago in Futurism