Elizabee Writes

  Scars An old grimaced face, covered in scars and stubble, white hair flowing wildly out of his pale white skin. The man sits in his old rocking chair, his ocean blue eyes stare deeply, thinking of the past.  A young boy, eleven years old, walks into the room, immediately catching the old man's attention. “Grandpa, how did you get your scars?” The old man lets out a grunty chuckle, “I knew you would ask me that one day,” he says, a rough smile appearing on his face. “Come sit down.” The young boy sits on the ground, cross legged, in front of the old man in his chair. He looks up at his grandfather with that childlike curiosity, eager to hear his grandpa’s tale. “Back in the day I was a lumberjack. I wasn’t as big and burly as most but I was damn good at what I did. They would send me up the tall trees, cutting branches as I went. It was dangerous work but it had to be done. One day, I was climbing this tall spruce tree that sat all by its lonesome. I had a man or two ...

  Lines Two lines, already drawn, unchangeable, unerasable. The first and the second line start far away from each other but as they go, their paths get closer. They keep a distance for a while but get closer further down. The gap between the lines gets less and less until finally the lines meet and become one line.  Small instances of separation happen along the way, between the two lines, but at a certain point the separation can no longer be found and the two lines are indistinguishable.  A large point occurs on the now thicker, singular line. The line branches off into three new lines, all going in different directions. The main line continues, never fading away, continuing to be the strong base for the new lines. The main line stays the same for a long time, but then the line gets thinner. It is once again just one line, no longer two lines combined. The second line has stopped. Becoming erratic, the first line begins to chaotically wave up and down and side to...

  The Fog Wearing a light, always, everyone had to, with the world covered in a dense fog, a light was the only way to be seen. At first the presence of the fog brought fear, but that quickly faded away. Now it is not the fog that scares people, but what lies behind it. With a perfect cover, you could be attacked at any moment. People lurked in the fog with no light, like a hunter tracking its prey, waiting to see for those unsuspecting lights to come walking through. Life continued however. It was different, yes, but people adapted. The outside life disappeared completely, no nature to enjoy, all hidden by the fog. The dangers of unseen people or animals even, keep people inside most of the time.  The weather channels became dull to watch, always saying the same thing, “The fog continues and we don’t know why.” The End 1/16/22

  Find Your Card (Part 2) Everyone in the room simultaneously cheers. “WOOOO SOMETHING HAPPENED!” shouts a lady in the back.  The cheering dies down as a dark skinned man claims the attention of the room with a question, “What does it mean though? How do we ‘find our card’?” A dead silence feels the air as this reality hits everyone else. All eyes turn back to the bold woman who has been deemed the leader. Before being so confident in her leading she stands quiet, having no idea what the phrase means, “I’m sorry everyone but I don’t know.” “I’m sure you can come up with an idea to figure it out. You have had so many great ideas already,” the man in the brown sweater jacket says hopefully. “Well I don’t have one yet but I’m sure I will think of something, and if anyone else has an idea please don’t be afraid to speak up, no matter how stupid it seems,” she says with encouragement. A short black haired woman pipes up, “Maybe we all have a different favorite card? And if everyo...

Find Your Card (Part 1) A small crowd of people wake up in an unfamiliar room amongst strangers. There are no objects in the room that can be moved, no one has any personal belongings with them, it is just the people in the room and the clothes on their backs. “How did I get here?” a man in an orange Hawaiian shirt asks nervously. “Probably the same way as the rest of us,” a taller man with gray hair answers. “And how did we get here?” a red haired woman questions the gray haired man. The man walks to the red haired woman and sternly gazes down at her, “I have no idea lady,” he says with an intimidating tone. The room is filled with silence. Everyone stays silent, seeing who in the room is going to make the next move. Seeing the scared reaction on the red haired woman's face, the man is filled with sympathy, “I’m sorry ma’am, I think we are all a little scared and not quite thinking straight.” The woman accepts his attempt at apologizing, “I agree,” is all she says. A...

  The Talent “Hello everyone my name is Henderson Lakes and I have come to Competition Talent to show the world my very unique but very special talent,” Henderson says to a camera. “So can you tell us anything about your talent Mr. Lakes?” Asks one of the hosts of the show. “Sorry Phil but you will all have to wait and see what it is,” Henderson says as if they’d been friends for a while. “Alright well I know I’m excited and I’m sure everyone here and at home is as well,” the host says in that fake tv voice. “Oh yes, everybody, and I do mean everybody,” he says winking upwards to seemingly no one, “will be amazed by my talent.” The cameras cut off and Henderson is led backstage and prepped on what to do. “Wait  for the lady to give me the signal, walk on stage and do my thing. Wait for the lady to give me the signal, walk on stage and do my thing,” Henderson repeats to himself, making sure he doesn’t mess up this simple task. After his little prep talk to himself...

                                                                                          Child of the Ocean Nerissa, a young beautiful dark haired woman walks along the shore to the edge of the rustling waves. Breathing in deeply she lifts her leg a few inches off the ground and steps forward. Just as the tip of her toe touches the cold salty water, Nerissa vanishes, becoming one with the ocean. Her body melts and transforms into the very same water that was before her. Although in a different form Nerissa can still see, she can still think, she is still her own being although invisible amongst the water. In complete control of her actions, she roams the waters admiring the fish and wonders of ocean life.  Near...