Elizabee Writes

  Man of the Mountain He pulled himself from the earth, grinding his teeth as his muscles burned, heaving his full weight from the solid rock. He was like no other, gray like rock, but with the flesh of a human. He did not know what he was, or where he came from, or what he was meant to do.  Curiously he moved his ligaments, feeling the flow of their motion. He was tense at first, fists halfway clenched, legs as stiff as steel bars, but it did not last. After a few moments of aches and cracks, he loosened up, as he learned how his body worked.  Walking came instinctively, the need to move forward pushing his legs to go. As he walked through the mountainous terrain, he looked around, seeing nothing but stone dirt and snow. He stopped as he came upon a small patch of vegetation. Peeking through the snow were vibrant purple crocus. It was attractive to him, a very interesting color among the white and gray of the mountains. He continued on but his feet grew cold in the...

  This is not a Story Hello and welcome to, not a story, featuring me, Elizabee. So here I am, sitting at my computer, procrastinating about writing for the day as usual and I just have the thought of, “I have no idea what to write tonight.” So for the sake of still writing something and keeping my streak alive, I’m just writing some stream of consciousness right now. So hello again, and welcome to what is going on inside my brain. This is probably going to be really boring to read and I’m sorry for that but I felt I needed to write something, so this is what I got. I could have made a normal post being like “hey, I’m taking a day off,” and literally no one would care, but I care. I have a weird kind of perfectionism where, because I set my goal for writing everyday this year,  I have to keep doing it everyday and if I stop for just one day, it is so hard to pick it back up. I feel like I failed because I missed a day and will literally be like “Welp, I’ll try again next yea...

  Chased I run as fast as I can, but it is quicker. I can hear his growls growing ever closer, but my feet cannot pull me away. Fear is all I feel, I run because I must, I can’t let him catch me. The hazardous muddy ground tries and tries to trip me up, to make me fall prey to the beast. His stride quickens and I try to increase mine but I am already running as fast as I can go. I debate whether I should try and turn to hide, but looking around there is nowhere to go. I am stuck, running in a straight line, hoping maybe the beast will stop his pursuit. Sadly I know that my endurance will give out long before his. I start to lose hope, knowing he will catch me eventually. What is the point of running if I’ve already lost? My breathing grows ever heavier and I feel my legs slowly collapsing. I can’t do it, I can’t run a single step farther. I fall to the ground, exhaustion flows through every fiber of my being. I have lost. The beast quickly pounces on top of me. I stare up at ...

  Lemonade As you are walking down the street on a hot summer’s day, you spot a small lemonade stand, run by a young boy wearing large black sunglasses. Wanting to bring a smile to the boy’s face, you walk over to the lemonade stand. “Hello, how much for a cup of lemonade?” You ask politely. “Five dollars,” the kid says in the deepest voice he can manage. A look of shock waves over your face, “Wow, that’s a little pricey for a cup of lemonade.”  “Listen here lady, let me tell you about this lemonade.” The maturity of his voice and attitude towards you shocks you even more than the price. “I made this lemonade alright, you wanna know how?” You somehow manage to shake your head slightly up and down. “I took this pitcher here and filled it with water,” he says, grasping the clear plastic handle. “Then I added a good amount of lemon juice. After that I added the good stuff, the sweets…the sugar.” You hold in your laugh, not wanting to offend this young businessman’s spee...

  Follow the Spirit Wolves I look ahead into the misty purple twilight and before me I see three dark gray wolves. They glow a bluish green that mixes with the deep purple of the night. Their eyes shine a vibrant yellow, standing out amongst their long fur. They seem friendly, not making any moves to attack. They all just stand side by side, staring into my very soul. I am not afraid, I simply stare at them, with the strong instinct that I am meant to follow them. As I take a slow step towards them, they turn to face away from me, but all in different directions. As they begin taking their long strides, separating from their small pack of three, I am left with a choice, which one do I follow? I know in my heart I must follow one, but do not know which one to choose.  Is one of them right and one of them wrong, but what would the third one be? Will they all lead me on similar paths, or take me each on different adventures? Will they lead me anywhere at all, or will I just...

  Big Pond, Little Girl Everyday the little would walk around the woods surrounding the big pond. Out there it was so quiet, the only sounds were those of her footsteps and the occasional animal’s call. It was so serene, so peaceful, like it wasn’t even real. ‘How can it be this quiet?’ the little girl would often think to herself. Her path through the woods was always the same but everyday she would find something new. A new bush would blossom with flowers, rain would leave a new puddle in the dirt, a new pile of leaves would form. Although the same walk, the little girl never grew tired of it. One day while she was walking it began to lightly rain. The silence remained as the tiny raindrops made the pond sparkle as they splashed down, creating millions of tiny ripples throughout the water. The little girl never ran or tried to hide from the rain, the tall evergreens blocked most of the rain and the little that did fall onto her didn't bother her. She would never let the rai...

  Daggers (Part 2) “How did you know?” the woman asked, her calm demeanor slowly fading away. “I would recognize a Thorn Throwers blade from ten yards away,” he replied, changing his grip on her so he now held her from behind, holding her own blade in front of her eyes. “I have been staring at a blade exactly like this for four years, after I pulled it from my mothers back.” The woman’s breathing wavered as the blade hovered inches away from her face. “Thorn Throwers do not kill, we are simply a guild of thieves,” she said defensively.   “That’s what I and everyone else believed as well. But it seems your guild has changed its code a bit.” The man gulped, “My father and I came home from a hunting trip and found our home ransacked and my mother dead, one of your blades stabbed squarely in her back.” He brought the dagger to her throat as the emotions raged through him.  The woman sharply inhaled as she pleaded, “The first code of our guild is ‘Thieves not Murdere...

  Daggers (Part 1) She snuck through the bushes, ornate twin daggers held tightly on her sides and a third smaller dagger concealed on her leg. Ahead of her, an unsuspecting traveler trudged along the dirt path, carrying a large leather bag full of his belongings. She crept along, silent as the wind, waiting for the perfect moment to make her move. The man stopped to drink from his waterskin. The woman pulled the dagger on her leg out of its holster. She held it carefully in her hand, aiming to throw it toward the man, not hitting him, but slicing the bag thrown over his shoulder. Holding the dagger up and then pulling her arm back, she threw it. The small dagger flew, perfectly on target, about to hit the bag, but it never reached its target. The man quickly snapped around and caught the dagger before it reached the bag. He quickly locked eyes with the woman, dropped the bag and charged her. She was shocked, this never happened. She quickly ran, searching for a place to hide t...

  Skeleton in the Closet Flip a coin he told me, that’s all it will be, he said. What a lie he was able to construct. It was just supposed to be a casual visit, hanging out with a friend you know? He will never have my trust again. I cannot describe what emotion filled my body when he showed me what he had hidden in his apartment. Before the coin was tossed in the air, all he told me was, heads you show me something random, tails I show you something. I thought I knew him well enough to know this wouldn’t go somewhere I wasn’t comfortable with. Oh how I was wrong. The coin landed with tails facing upwards. I curiously asked him what he had to show me, he just stood up and told me to follow. We walked to a door which I assumed was a small closet. When he opened the closet door I was filled with shock. A pile of bones was piled on the floor. I asked if they were real and he said yes. Panic filled my body, I began to question if my friend was a killer and if I was his next victi...

  The Lonely Weeping Willow Whenever someone passes through the village, we urge them to grab a branch from the weeping willow. They always ask why or are concerned it would kill the tree. We urge them on still.  Wisdom flows in through the heart of our weeping willow. Everyone who picks a branch is filled with the knowledge of where they should go next or what they should do. The moment the tiny snap fills their ears the thought is placed in their mind. Most of our guests who are just passing through do not pick from the weeping willow, they just stay for the night and leave the next morning. We do not shame them for it, we simply provide for them as best we can and then wish them well on their travels. For those who do pick a branch from the tree, at first ask which branch they should pick. We always tell them to choose the one that feels right, and that it is impossible to pick the wrong one. They look around for a while, still unsure about the magic of the tree and t...

  The Turtle Pond “Mommy look! A turtle, a turtle!” the little girl shouts. Through the grass of the girl's front yard, a small turtle slowly moves forward, one step at a time.  “That’s weird, we don’t have turtles around here,” the mother says confused, looking at the small turtle making its way through the yard. “Can we keep it?” the young girl asks excitedly. “No, but we can find it a new home.” The little girl’s face falls, sad for the loss of a potential pet. The little girl and her mother find a tote and add some grass and leaves to make a temporary shelter for the turtle. They bring the shelter to the house next door to show the neighbor girl who shows the same excitement. “What are you going to do with him?” the neighbor girl asks. “We are going to find him a new home,” the young girl says confidently. “Cool.” The girl and her mother leave, to determine where the turtle's new home will be. “I have an idea,” the mother says to her daughter,” our neighb...

  An Ocean of Goo Dear Diary, Today marks 1 year since the ocean turned to goo. That was such a strange day for everyone. I was at the beach that day, watching the waves gently crash against the shore. But then they stopped, like the water had frozen, but it wasn’t ice, it was slime. I watched as the people trudged their way out of the thick gooey mass that the water had become. The slime didn’t stick to them much, it was all one giant, semi-solid mass.  Everyone at the beach stood up and went to the shoreline and poked and prodded at the goo. Then the sound of horns began blasting through the air. We looked farther out and saw boats, blaring their horns, now stuck in the slimy mess.  The next few days the news was filled with theories of how the water turned to slime, saving people stuck at sea, and what scientists were trying to do to turn the slime back to water. There were also reports of the seafood industry being wiped out. All ocean life was presumed to be de...

  Stargazing Have you ever really looked at the stars? Yes they are shiny and fill the night sky. Yes there are certain constellations that make pretty patterns that look nothing like the thing they are supposed to represent. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Have you ever laid down outside on a starry night and picked one star in the sky to look at? Have you let your eyes focus on that single star until all the others have disappeared, until it is now just you and that star and nothing else around you matters? While concentrating on the star, have you let your eyes go in and out of focus, watching the light go from a small condensed ball, to shooting out in bright spikes? It is like the star becomes more like the shape we draw on paper. Then from that star have you ever tried to create constellations of your own? Do you look for other particularly bright stars and think, what animal could this be? Or maybe it’s not an animal, maybe it is a person or an object. If not ...

  The Leap “I can do this,” he says with a deep inhale, looking over the edge of the cliff. He puts away the fear of the rocky ground at the bottom of the ravine as he measures with his eyes how far across the gap is. The solid ground on the other side looks so close, but when it comes to the leap, it seems so much farther. “I’ve got this.” He prepares for the jump, raising both arms into the air. He takes another deep breath than looks around. No one is there, he wants to do this alone. The only person he is trying to prove something to is himself, why ruin that by having a witness. The fear desperately tries to fight its way back. “Let’s do this.” He begins to bend his legs and lower his arms behind his back. With his eyes fixed on the target ground, he swings his arms and jumps, thrusting his body forwards. His toes land on the solid earth, but sadly his jump is slightly too short. “I did it though,” he says as he falls down the deep ravine. He knows this is it for him, ...

  Fiery Forest Talera had hair like a soft blazing fire, and eyes as blue as the sky and as cold as ice. She stared at her reflection in a gently flowing creek. Watching the water flow over the rock and mud, her reflection rippled with the water but never moved. Her face held a small smile but her eyes told another story.  With her eyes glossed over, Talera didn’t even acknowledge that she was looking at herself. Her mind was far away, traveling down the creek. Through the ground past the many trees. She traveled like the water, flowing, never stopping. The gentle sound filled her ears, blocking out all other noise. A great forest bloomed before her, with trees of gorgeous reds, pinks, and yellows. The only green was in the grass. She wandered under the trees as the leaves gently graced her head, almost blending in with her fiery hair. The leaves began to form a crown on her head. Looking around she noticed it was dark, she did not like this. Talera looked to the sky and...

  Why Is There No Blood?             “Mommy, why is there no blood?”  “Aiden, that’s an apple. Apples don’t have blood.” “But when you get cut you bleed, and I cut the apple and it didn’t bleed.” “That’s because apples aren’t people. They don’t have blood.” “But apples are alive right, they grow just like I do right?” “Well yes they grow but, I wouldn’t say they are alive.” “So apples are dead?” “No they aren’t dead, but they aren’t alive either.” “Well then what are they?” “Well usually we say apples are either good or bad, ripe or rotten.” “But people can be good or bad also can’t they?” “Yes they can, but it’s different. We have brains and can think. Apples don’t have brains.” “Then how do they know how to grow?” “...That’s just how they were created. That’s how plants work.” “I don’t understand mommy.” “Aiden, come to think of it, I don’t really understand it either. But I know one thing.” “What’s that mo...