Elizabeth Butler
Bio
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
Stories (77/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
TICK TOCK Top Story - April 2024
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Night
I’d never imagined, in one thousand lifetimes, to meet with the one thing my inner child needed. A vivid world created by my own brain, perhaps even a memory. A world full of wonder and imagination, that lives and breathes deep underground. Where whispers guide the weak, the trees hum songs of magic. A peaceful world full of nature, where mushrooms can grow as tall as skyscrapers. A world once lived in peace, the silence around the residents, now filled with corruption and power, transformed into a land not seen by the ancient ancestors that would guide this world, all vanished.
By Elizabeth Butler2 months ago in Fiction
Close Call
Red raw and bloody. Ice tightened its grip around human fish fingers. Blood trickled down fingernails before hardening. Whistling in the frozen air, a kettle calling out however there is no one there to listen. The storm rages on, covering the earth in a white blanket. Nothing could have survived that…
By Elizabeth Butler4 months ago in Fiction
The Terms of Immortality
I have been tossed about my entire existence. I am sturdy, full of strength, nothing could break me so much, that I ended up in this spiralling existence. Many decades of grubby fingers, handling my body. At one point, I was valued, something to be treasured with the seal of authenticity stamped upon me. Once I glowed, but over time, through wear and tear, being dropped and swapped, from peasants that found me lying in the middle of the cobbled roads, who thought their fortune had turned, to the wealthy merchants that haggled me for goods or for bets.
By Elizabeth Butler4 months ago in Fiction