Liz Burton
Bio
I have a lifelong goal to write and publish my fantasy novel. I have a dream to see my book in Waterstones, and I don't even care if my partner is the only one who ever reads it. That will be my book, my achievement and my quiet victory
Stories (16/0)
Lem's growing pain
Sparking up his pipe Von sat at his window watching the early evening bustle in the streets below. He had been a solitary man his whole life, never delving into other’s business and certainly never with the intention of raising a child. At times he questioned why he had not dropped Lem off at the local orphanage, or found a woman to raise him. Von could have provided financial support, but he had not. He had made his choice the day he had returned home with him. There was something about this child.
By Liz Burton2 years ago in Fiction
No Ordinary Child
The sun shone down bouncing rays off the water in front of Von. He was sat on a rock at the entrance of a cave above a lake outside the city. He came here to meditate and to find quiet. Closing his eyes he felt the warmth hit his skin, the peace of this place allowed him to think clearly. Opening his eyes he watched the lake sparkle as the sun caused the water to sparkle and shine. His peace was quickly interrupted by a piercing scream, a small child stood with his trousers rolled up with the water lapping his feet, but where seconds ago he had been enjoying the cool water, he was suddenly stricken with fear and grief. His mother lay unmoving nearby, an arrow piercing her chest and her basket of fish lay cast aside. Von watched motionless as two men slowly approached, one bent to check the mother was dead whilst the other approached the small child drawing his string back slowly. Von stood up, grabbing his staff and let the anger that had built within him in the last few seconds flow from his heart to his fingertips, feeling the energy begin to burn in his fingers he smashed his staff to the ground fixing this man with an unwavering glare. The rock beneath his staff cracked and he directed the energy with his mind into the mans bow, which shattered in his grasp.
By Liz Burton2 years ago in Fiction
An Assassin’s Heart
The residual warmth of his bed began to ebb away as the cold crisp morning begun to penetrate his bones. Lem’s body clock woke him an hour before dawn. Throwing off his sheepskin cover Lem felt the waves of ice air breath in through the window. Training kicked in and Lem forced himself to not react to the signs his body was telling him.
By Liz Burton2 years ago in Fiction
Strike Team Two
Hector, exhausted, stood over the Minator’s body, the roar from the crowd was immense and he let the noise wash over him. He looked up and saw his team tired but celebrating. He looked to his right where Quinn stood and was surprised to see that he was not smiling. ‘We won Quinn’ shouted Hector.
By Liz Burton3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Homeless
Whats the largest concert you've been to? Or is there a sport you love? Football? If your English, your mind probably jumps to Wembley. You would be right, its pretty large, 90,000 seats. If you American, well you have lots of big stadium's and you might think of MetLife, which amazingly is smaller than Wembley at 82,500. Your actual biggest stadium belongs to the Michagan Wolverines, at 107,601 (that last person was lucky to sneak in!). However the largest stadium in the world is home to the Indian National Cricket Team at a whopping 132,000 seats.
By Liz Burton3 years ago in Humans
The City of Springs
The reality of the thieves' tunnels was not what those who reside above ground picture or believe them to be. Above ground, it is pictured that those who live under it, live in damp, cold, barely habitable conditions, with penetrating darkness and unforgivably unsanitary conditions, with tunnels that are so complicated that it remains a mystery as to how anyone can navigate even a small well known portion of them.
By Liz Burton3 years ago in Fiction
