Liz Rector
Bio
Hello! I'm Liz. I'm an artist and a writer. I got my undergrad from TCU in marketing (minor in art) and my Master's in Publishing from University of Denver. I have a published Children's book and Mental Health Workbook. lizrectorart.com
Stories (5/0)
Swallow
I held the words in my mouth. They gathered like marbles, accumulating with every syllable I didn’t speak. I marveled at how others didn’t notice them. I wondered how they’d push my cheeks out if they had mass and volume. I wish I could run to a tree like a squirrel and scream them into the hollowed out hole of oak wood. Though I’m afraid even the tree couldn’t handle the sheer volume I had to spew into it.
By Liz Rector7 months ago in Poets
Project Einstein
Chapter One Quinn Cooper His hands shook as he held the folder. It was hard to believe that twenty minutes ago he was confounded by being handed a hard copy of a file tucked into a manilla folder in this digital age. Twenty minutes ago, he was tired and pissed off at having been dragged across town by four suits who refused to tell him what the hell was going on. But twenty minutes ago was now a different lifetime. The rest of Quinn Cooper’s life would be forever separated into “before” the folder, and the “after.”
By Liz Rector10 months ago in Fiction
REM
It had been twenty years since I held a cigarette. I tell people I don't miss it, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't savor sitting in a smoky bar and letting my head float in the murky clouds of secondhand smoke. It didn't matter if it was bitter or stale, I still relished the way the smell turned to taste as it clung to the back of my nose and slid down my throat.
By Liz Rector2 years ago in Fiction
