Eli Creeley

Joined June 2021

5 stories

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Artist and Writer. Currently working on my first novel.

www.elicreeley.com

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Yellow, Bursting Giddy
Arty Hitchens is a mean old bastard with a cattle farm that backs up to the Glen Oak Preserve. He served in Vietnam and makes sure you know it from his bumper stickers and drunken rants on Old MainStreet.
By Eli Creeley4 years ago in Fiction
Devil's Magick
He heard singing. At first, it was like birdsong- thin in the air. Then it was a woman. He turned eastward, orienting himself to the sound. It was the early moments of dawn, the sky just beginning to blue on the horizon.
By Eli Creeley4 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Midnight
11:59 p.m. I stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Every sound of the house settling, every gust of wind, makes my heart jolt. Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be twelve. And tonight- Mr. Midnight will come. I know it.
By Eli Creeley4 years ago in Fiction
Her Perfect Smile
“You have to be a model.” She laughs, waves me off the way girls her type do. A shrug of the shoulder, cock of her head, everything reads bashful, but her eyes read pleased. “I told you, I work at my dad’s dealership.” She smiles.
By Eli Creeley5 years ago in Fiction
Nahla
Scrub grass rattled like warning snakes. A howling gust forced the boy forward. His knees buckled as he breached the crest of the hill. He was thirsty. So thirsty, so thirsty. It made him delirious, and made the dips and crests of the sand look like an ocean that was tossing him. It was tossing him- and he fell forward, spitting out sand as the wind howled in his ears.
By Eli Creeley5 years ago in Fiction