Kaytee Elliott
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Hey.
I write for fun, for reviews, for the screen and for my soul. My favourite is feeling the flow, when you sit on a lonely morning, feeling the rush of the words escape and cascade onto the page. I'm a film producer too. Let's party.
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Earl's Diner
Coffee, black. Hair, black. Shirt, black. Nails, black. Soul, black. Cake, chocolate. No you didn’t think I was ordering some kinda white meringue bullshit did you? Not today. I’m sitting at Little Earl’s diner about to die and all I can think about is how sticky this icing is. I mean, c’mon. What else you want me to think about? There’s none of this life before your eyes bullshit when you know you bout to croak. Just awareness. Your eyes finally see. Everything in technicolour, I’m telling you. You can hear someone stirring their coffee from miles away. You’re suddenly the animal you are. Alert, aware, alive.
By Kaytee Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
All Bets Are Off
“Who you got?” “Jay.” “Twenty on Jay?” “Yeah lock it in Fonzy.” Fonzy and Tyler recline on a straw mound, stretched out doing what they do best; chewing hay and placing bets. Fonzy, short for Alfonzo, has been running his secret side hustle and making a tidy little return in the barn for some time. He’s well stocked for the winter and about as smug as a lion.
By Kaytee Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Janine
Nobody wants to die the way Janine did. Rufus was only seventeen, and she was fine that morning. Chirpy, bright, excited to finally have three days off in a row. She’d been planning a little makeover. She had bought this questionable nail polish which was green and sort of shiny and Rufus didn’t have the heart to tell her it was reminiscent of cat’s piss. She had laid out a couple of trashy magazines and was preparing a hot bath, to indulge in some much needed rest and relaxation. She had a bowl of cherries, her favourite, and some dried apricots to accompany her in her pursuit of utter tranquility. She’d just finished running the water when her son was leaving.
By Kaytee Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Invictus
We watched Earth burn like it was just another sunny day. There’s no way to describe it. Your eyes see fire but your mind, your guts, they cripple with rage. The anger swells deep inside you, waves and waves of it, tsunamis in a lost mind. A hot mind. Thoughts race like comets, colliding, exploding, storms more destructive than you could ever, ever imagine.
By Kaytee Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
