Elizabeth Butler
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Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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Hello, Again
Early evening, exactly 6pm. She knew this because she glanced at her phone. The clock tower behind her struck. Six, strong chimes, each more confident than the last. Then, finally, peace and quiet. The park resumed its normal, slow pace of life.
By Elizabeth Butler4 months ago in Fiction
Row, Row, Row You’re Boat. Top Story - August 2025.
She hated Summer with a deep passion for many reasons. One of the biggest reasons, was that in Summer, besides the baking heat, it would only go dark later in the evening, which made it hard to go to sleep, and Molly needed her sleep to function.
By Elizabeth Butler5 months ago in Fiction
This Summer Belongs To The Stars
Trevor and Susie knew they were old and past it. Fifty years married to each other, travelling the world together, they never regretted their adrenal junkie lifestyle. The only thing they did miss out on was their chance to become parents and then grandparents. It just wasn’t to be. Susie was told she couldn’t conceive. By the time they had lived their dreams and wanted to settle down, life had caught up to them.
By Elizabeth Butler6 months ago in Fiction
“A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom for a Horse!”. Honorable Mention in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Finding his kingly remains, buried under a car park, seemed an ironic way to find him. For centuries, a king scorn from society. A king known for his wacky appearance and horrific acts. Stories simply passed down from generation to generation. Known now as a joke rather than the King of England.
By Elizabeth Butler7 months ago in History
Stale Mate
Dear my friend, who needs to listen to my every word. I am done. I’ve finally had enough of it all. Now is the time to pack it all in because I can’t stomach it anymore. For hours I wait to be greeted and yet you pay me no attention. The moment I wake I am full of energy, ready to start the day and yet you have no time for me. Why bother in the first place? Do you even bother to look at me?
By Elizabeth Butler8 months ago in Journal
