Elizabee Writes

  Wrath of the Country Folk Night after night after night, he flew down the hill. Going so fast, revving the engine of his bike. The noise was like a trumpet, blaring down the road.  He thought the roads were safe, back country, open roads, he wouldn’t be caught by any cops, but no, because night after night after night, the locals who lived on that road had to listen to him. In the early morning hours they would all be awoken by his bike, cursing at him in their heads. Wishing he would leave their peaceful existence alone. The noise continued, the biker never left, while he had the time of his life, the country folk lied in misery, wishing he would leave, but there was nothing they could do but wish. No one ever saw the man or his bike, they couldn’t give an accurate description to cops, and the man always came at slightly different times, so aside from having the police stake out their road all night, all hope was lost. But the people of the road grew fed up, and too...

  Cold I’m here but I’m not going to let you know about it for a while. I will give you subtle clues that let you know of my presence but never provide you with a definitive answer of whether or not I am here to stay. Some days you will wake up, and I will be completely hidden, invisible, and you will think me gone, but other days I will come back just a little, just enough to make you nervous. You will sit and think about if I am going to get worse or just go away, and then I will lure you into a false sense of security as I disappear yet again. You are not safe from me, as I still linger, just waiting in the darkness for the perfect moment, a moment when you need to be at your best, I will spring into action and bring you down to your worst. You won’t be able to function, your mind will swirl, the coughing won't stop, your throat will burn fiery flames, stinging at the slightest touch of air, the air you are desperately trying to get in as I have clogged your normal method of...

  Cleaning of the Heart I take the knife and stab it deep into my heart, my teeth clench tight but I quickly get used to the pain. Grasping tightly at the leather handle, I slowly move the blade, precisely cutting out the brown rotting parts of my heart before the damage can spread any further.  It is strange in a way, I had grown so used to my heart of rot, I almost didn’t mind it anymore. It just became a part of me, something I could live with, but then it just kept growing. I knew it needed to go, I couldn’t just keep breezing on with life with this rot in my heart, I had to cut it out and I had to do it now. With my heart cleaned, I feel new in a way, different. I feel happier now. I thought I was happy even with the rot in my heart, but now that it’s gone, there is a new kind of joy to my life. Who knew a rotted heart could affect one's emotional state so harshly. I know of course how the rot started, and then continued to let it grow. Never again will I make that ...

  Sand What if everything you’ve ever seen turned to sand right now; not what the world has seen, just you. Every object, every person, if you have looked upon it for just a moment…sand.  You may think the damage will be small, but think about all the things you've ever looked at, at all the places you’ve been, the random people passing you by on the street who you happened to look at. All of it would be sand. All those people, all those buildings, all those trees, all those cute little critters you’ve watched scurry around…sand.  It would be devastating, a large chunk of the world now like a beach or a desert. Those random strangers would be gone and their families left to wonder what happened to them. As news spreads of the giant mass of sand, they would assume their loved ones were part of it. They would go digging through, hoping to find some evidence of their beloved family member, be there would be nothing, just…sand. The End 8/27/22

  Musical Footsteps One day as he walked, a musical note began to play. With each step a new note, always complimenting the one before. There was no piano, just his stride, creating a beautiful melody for all to hear. He didn’t know why the music played, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It sounded so familiar to him, but he could never quite place where he had heard it before. When passersby would ask what song it was, he would simply tell them it was the song from his heart. The song never repeated itself, it was one long continuous melody, the never-ending song. He could never predict what it would be like, everyday was a mystery, one he enjoyed solving. As he walked and found the current rhythm of the song, he would time his footsteps as best he could to make it sound nice. That was all the control he had, tempo. Sometimes he would jump in the air, and as he landed two notes came together as a chord. Continuous jumping, although tiring, made the song even better. At firs...

  Dark Crystals The dark crystals, their ominous purply blue eventually hue brought fear to all who gazed upon them. At first they would seem fine, a wonder that had never been seen, but as people inspected them closer, picking them up with their bare hands, that’s when everything changed. Dark magic would surround them, they would be encased in the purest form of darkness, fear, insanity. The natural response was always to grasp the crystal tighter, as their muscles clenched with fear. Little did they know, all they needed to do was drop the crystal, and everything would be fine. It always took so long for people to figure this out. Frozen in terror and brains turned off, pure instinct was all that drove them.  After the initial shock they would try to run, escape the darkness surrounding them, but it never ended. They would continue to run but never reach the light.  After a while, common sense always kicks in and they chuck the crystal away, and the dark cloud di...

  Tearfall (Part 4) A team of nurses bring her inside an isolated room. Towels are being switched out almost constantly so the room doesn’t flood. She is hooked up to machines that are carefully covered in plastic, protecting them from the water.  After a few hours of the flood coming from her eyes, her tongue is like a desert, her mind is foggy, she is barely staying awake, falling in and out of sleep, water still pouring from her eyes even when they are shut.  In her half awake state she turns to one of the nurses, “You know, I never knew I could love and hate water this much,” she says, slurring her words, “If I make it through this, I feel the need to drink so much water, but also I never want to see it again in my life.” The nurse chuckles a little as they grab the towels and replace them with new dry ones.  Doctor Liken walks in the room, “According to our monitors, your body has almost completely run out of water.” “Hah, tell that to my eyes,” she sa...

  Tearfall (Part 3) After being hooked up to an IV outside to keep hydrated, Doctor Liken returned to tell her the decision his team has come up with.  “So what’s the news doctor?” “Sadly, not good.” “Oh…great.” Her confidence fades, “Do you have any plan of how to make it stop.” Doctor Liken pauses for a moment. “Whatever it is, please just tell me.” The doctor takes a deep breath, “The only thing we can think of is to let your body drain all of its water out naturally. I know it seems endless but the fact that you were suffering signs of dehydration leads us to believe it would eventually run out. Once your body is rid of all the water, we will rehydrate you, heavily monitoring everything so if it comes back, we might know the cause.” “Wait but, wouldn’t I die with no water in my body?” “That’s the bad part. You would most likely die and need resuscitation. However, it could stop the water for good and you could continue your life as normal.” “Or I’ll be dead...

  Tearfall (Part 2) After a soggy ride to the hospital, they ended up keeping her outside, not sure how to run scans without damaging the equipment.  “Looks like you get to water the hospital's plants, they should pay you to be a full time sprinkler, could probably make good money off it,” her boyfriend joked, but it was not well received. “Go back to your apartment,” she told him bluntly. “What?” he asked, confused by the deadly serious tone in her voice. “You have been next to no help with this, and you aren’t helping anything, so go home.” Without saying anything he turned to walk away, off to call someone for a ride. After he had left, a doctor walked up to her and got as close as he could without being soaked. “Hello, I am Doctor Liken. I understand how weird this whole situation is and I want to let you know that we have a whole team of people inside trying to figure out what to do right now. In the meantime I would like to ask you some questions.” “Alright...

  Tearfall (Part 1) “WHAT IS GOING ON?!” “Argh don’t look at me you’re getting me all wet,” he said, trying to block the water with his arms. “But why is it happening!?” she questioned in a panic. “I ALREADY TOLD YOU I DON’T KNOW!” “Will you drive me to the hospital then? And we can get someone to figure out what’s actually going on,” she said, annoyed with her boyfriend's reaction to her new situation. “Are you kidding? You’ll flood the car!” “FINE! Call 911 then!” He rushed around looking for his phone to dial 911. “Hello? Yes um, my girlfriend's eyes won’t stop watering…no she’s not just crying, there is a lot of water coming out… no no no, not just like an allergic reaction, there is A LOT of water…” he looked at his girlfriend and whispered, “They will send an ambulance immediately.” She listened as her boyfriend gave the address then waited, her tears soaking the carpet below her. She went to find some towels although she knew it would not provide much r...

  The Girl with the Teal Fire Hair Teal flames adorned her head in place of hair. Two spikes of flame created a horn-like appearance. Born of magical heritage, a fire sprite for a father and her mother half mermaid, the unique genetics transferred to her teal flamed hair. Although having literal flames for hair, she was not hot headed. In her home she had a little shop. In her shop she sold crystals set ablaze by her fire. Once lit, the crystals took the mesmerizing blue-green color of her hair, and possessed properties. She would love to make enough crystals for everyone, but the crystals were hard to find, and forging one took much out of her. The flames of her head did not burn very hot, it took work and physical strain for her to make the flames hot enough to imbue the healing power into the crystals. But the few she was able to make, she sold for a very fair price to anyone who was in need. Known only by reputation, she did not receive many customers. She was scared to l...

  Hands Hands that hold are the ones that fear, treat them dearly year to year. Hard hands cold and soft hands warm, simply how their lives take form. Hand of blue, not so new; hand of green, has never been seen. Handy hands in high demand, handle labor like a fan. Can the hands really grab, what would they be with no brain to demand. Nails on hands some sharp some not, still a tool like the lot. Bending, turning, grabbing, breaking, hands are good, even when shaking. The End 8/19/22

  Coma (Part 4) She was scared, scared she was going in the wrong direction, scared she would never find the path again. Hope killed her fear as she heard a faint howling. ‘The fox!’ she excitedly thought to herself.  She began to run as fast as she could towards the noise but then stopped. From directly behind her, an almost identical howling noise started, and then another and another. All around her was howling, and she didn’t know which one was her friend.  One howl sounded so close, she decided to go to it, see if it was her fox. As she walked through the tree, she saw something move but could not tell what it was. It did however seem to be the source of the howling. She walked over and saw the silhouette of a fox and was filled with relief.  As she got closer though, she noticed no color came to the foxes fur, it stayed dark, like it was made of shadows. It was. This was not her friend but a dark imitation of the little orange fox. The shadow turned its...

  Coma (Part 3) She screamed as another tree almost crushed her. More puddles had popped up as she ran, some she dodged and others required her to leap over them. There were a few close calls but she made it, along with her fox friend. Ahead of her he swiveled through the falling trees and randomly appearing puddles.  The danger only seemed to grow, at first just starting out with a few trees here or there, but now it was everywhere, every second, no part of the path was safe. Although her little fox friend continued on the path, she thought the obvious solution would be to go into the woods, away from the danger.  Guilt struck her, she knew the fox wouldn’t want her to leave the path but she saw no other way. She dodged one last falling tree then hopped into the woods. The noise stopped, there was no danger, it was dark but calm. As she ran from the cursed path, she could hear the fox crying out, it was hurt that she had left. ‘It will be fine,’ she thought to he...

  Coma (Part 2) The fox ignores her greeting and turns, walking away from her down the forest path. It keeps a slow enough pace where the woman can follow it without too much struggle, but still fast enough to be making progress, ‘but to where,’ the woman wonders. The path never seemed to change, the trees on each side would repeat themselves every so often. She felt stuck in this loop of following the fox down an eternal path. “Where are we going?” she asked the fox, annoyed, hoping for some sort of answer. The fox however was undisturbed, and kept its steady pace.  Frustrated, the woman purposely quickened her steps and caught up to the fox. She bent down and grabbed under its belly, lifting it into her arms. As soon as her grip was settled around the fox, it disappeared in her arms. She was confused for a moment until she looked ahead and saw the fox again, walking down the path like nothing had happened. She tried a few more times to grab the fox but the same thing hap...