C. A. Elizabeth
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when you put something down with pen on paper, it lasts forever...I'll be sharing a piece of my forever with you all in hopes that I inspire and you enjoy.
check out my book The Aftermath: Loving, Losing Learning (on amazon)
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The Last Letter . AI-Generated.
Christopher was up late, buried in his work. His hotel room was dimly lit, the only sounds in the background coming from the soft classical music playing through his speaker. It was a habit he had picked up from Teigen—she had told him once that it helped her concentrate while studying, and ever since then, he had found himself playing it when he needed to focus. Tonight, Concerto for Saxophone: I by Philip Glass played, filling the empty space around him.
By C. A. Elizabeth10 months ago in Chapters
The Last Letter . AI-Generated.
Teigen sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open in front of her, but the words on the screen blurred together. The city lights flickered through her window, the distant sounds of honking cars and sirens a familiar soundtrack to her nights. It reminded her of the nights she spent at Christopher’s place—their sleepless conversations, the quiet moments when they simply listened to the world outside, cocooned in their own little bubble. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of memories.
By C. A. Elizabeth10 months ago in Chapters
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Camden sat in the waiting area, the letter gripped tightly between his fingers. He hadn't opened it yet. He couldn't. His mind was a storm of emotions, guilt and fear colliding in ways that made his stomach churn. He turned the paper over in his hands, staring at his own handwriting, as if it held all the answers he desperately needed.
By C. A. Elizabeth10 months ago in Chapters
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The wheels of the gurney rattled against the hospital floor as the trauma team rushed Naomi toward the ER. She was back—barely. Her pulse was weak, her breathing shallow, but she was alive. The monitors beeped frantically as the team called out vitals, working desperately to stabilize her as they moved her toward the operating room.
By C. A. Elizabeth10 months ago in Chapters
The Last Letter. AI-Generated.
Christopher stared out the window of his small apartment in New York City, watching the stream of yellow taxis and hurried pedestrians below. The city pulsed with its usual chaotic rhythm, but he felt disconnected, like he was watching it all through a pane of glass. He should have been happy. His work project—a high-profile marketing campaign for a major tech company—was going well. He was working with top-tier clients, making connections, proving himself. But none of it felt like enough.
By C. A. Elizabeth11 months ago in Chapters
The Last Letter . AI-Generated.
Chapter One Teigen sat cross-legged on her bed, the glow of her laptop screen casting a pale light over her face. The soft hum of Atlanta’s cityscape seeped through the cracked window, but she barely noticed. Her mind was a tangled mess of schedules, patient charts, and the gnawing ache of something else she couldn't push away.
By C. A. Elizabeth11 months ago in Fiction
Weight . Content Warning.
The night was thick with the smell of rain, wet pavement, and the metallic scent of blood that clung to the air like a fog. Naomi’s vision was a fractured kaleidoscope of lights—red and blue flashing in an endless loop, the sound of sirens filling her ears. She couldn’t make sense of it, not yet. Her head felt too heavy, the weight of it like a stone lodged between her temples. A sharp pain knifed through her chest as she struggled to inhale, the tightness of her seatbelt digging into her body, but there was no escape.
By C. A. Elizabethabout a year ago in Chapters
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Something is off. I feel it with every fiber of my being. I know her like the back of my hand. We may be 2195 miles apart but I can still feel when she needs me, I can feel when something is wrong. So I pick up the phone, scroll down to our messages from two months ago and click her name.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
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After two years of this song and dance between us, I figured now was a good time to check the temperature of things. Seeing as he'd be leaving and I'd be staying, I wanted to know what was to come of us. I just wanted us to be on the same page. So a few days before he left I asked him, "what are we doing?" I knew in my heart that it'd be his usual answer: "I'm not ready for a relationship yet." But I asked anyway, I didn't want anymore grey areas between us, no more unbearable uncertantity. I knew then, just like I know now that I want to be his and him to be mine, but I'm convinced that he doesn;t want the same but he doesn't want me to loving anyone else either. Selfish.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
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If I had to choose one song as the soundtrack of my life, it'd be Bruce Brubaker's "Mad Rush", all 16 minutes and 58 seconds of it on loop. At least for this last year of my life. This year has been full of beauty, drama, confusion, excitement, and tears. Lots and lots of tears. And even now, I can't escape the tears. Every emotion you name I've felt, and Mad Rush captures all of that. That's what I put on before I pull off. I'm not even sure where to go, but I think a ride downtown would at least provide me with lights and a great view.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
