Lizzie James
Bio
aspiring something
Stories (5/0)
melancholy musings
I lie in bed, I often lie in bed, and picture lives which are so different to my own. Big lives, quiet lives, lives in busy cities, lives beside crashing waves, lives on shining sunny shores. Anywhere, doing anything. The thrill of wanting a different life quickly snowballs into a horrendous fear that my life is not, and can never be, what I dream another's might be.
By Lizzie James 3 months ago in Humans
people watching at the coffee shop
I'm supposed to be here curing my unemployment, being productive, making the most of all this new-found free time. I am not, however. Instead, I'm making a nuisance of myself and being a drain on this coffee shop's limited resources while amusing myself by writing about the people within my immediate vicinity.
By Lizzie James 2 years ago in Confessions
Bird of the Night
'Fuck me.' Aaron thought. He'd reckoned it would have been easy to find an owl in a barn, but after five trips in as many days pleading with five separate, confused, farmers, he was beginning to think it would be easier to find an owl in a fucking swimming pool.
By Lizzie James 2 years ago in Fiction
A frank letter to white people who may have disputed the fact that Black Lives Matter.
I was not initially going to write this, but with my attention recently having been caught by a fellow Vocal Challenge writer, I felt a significant and immediate urge to do so.
By Lizzie James 4 years ago in The Swamp