Liz Montano
Bio
Former news reporter turned multi-genre, indie novelist (too impatient to go the traditional route!), now loving life writing my own choice of endings!
Stories (8/0)
Rebel
I eyed the one called Jim Bob with disdain, wishing I had the energy to charge at him and send him into next year. It was bad enough I’d already had a pain in my gut to put all other bellyaches to shame. Then, he’d come along and dared to shove his arm into a place nothing with two legs and a schnoz like his ever had the right to be. Yeah, like that made the gut-ache better. Not.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Fiction
Flowers for Virginia
I can’t remember a time when my Aunt Virginia and I weren’t best friends. Most people thought she was weird. It was true, she wasn’t your average adult. Stricken with a relentless virus as a baby, Ginny almost died before her first birthday. She survived the soaring fever that wracked her tiny body but the illness forever left its mark. My aunt was forced to live with the mind of a child caged inside an adult’s body. A body condemned to having epileptic seizures throughout her life.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Fiction
How to Bake a Cake on Mars
A dreamer. That was the best way to describe my more than slightly eccentric father. He perpetually reached for the sky. Literally. When the Interplanetary Alliance announced it was again opening its one-year exchange program with Earth, Dad was one of the first in line to apply. As a second-generation baker, he was giddy as a schoolboy, sure he was a shoo-in since bakers, doctors and Sunday School teachers were to be given first consideration.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Fiction
My Hayloft
It was the summer of 1981. I’d just turned sixteen and had recently discovered Rick Springfield. Dreaming about being Jessie’s Girl with a teen heartthrob lusting after me was my salvation since I had nothing more exciting in my life. Summertime on a farm was filled with nothing but hard work. And, more than twenty miles from any real civilization meant that other than an occasional trip to the grocery store, the only people I’d likely see were members of my family.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Loneliness
Doomsday Diary Challenge Elizabeth Montaño Loneliness. It has to be the most desolate and destitute of conditions. To have no one, absolutely no one, with whom to talk, laugh, fight, hate or love, gnaws at your heart and eats at your soul. It literally claws at your mind. I’m afraid there isn’t much of my heart or soul remaining and I don’t know how close I am to falling into the abyss of insanity. I think I’m pretty close to the brink these days.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Fiction
Mom's Little Book
Mom’s Little Black Book life within the pages by: Elizabeth Montaño It was impeccable timing, that roaring clap of thunder as the casket lid came down. That awful, heart-cleaving sound of finality, muffled by Mother Nature. It was a blessing in disguise. I had so dreaded that gentle thud, knowing how much you would’ve hated it.
By Liz Montano3 years ago in Families
