Elizabeth Irie

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Elizabeth Irie

14 | I feel behind at writing for my age, I hope to improve with this app. | I love feedback!

Writings

Followers

800

Following

Helicopter Parents

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

‘Don’t walk home alone’ we’re told. ‘Don’t walk alone at night’ they say. But what could they think could really go wrong? So today, I stray away from my friends, and I walk the path to my house by myself. Everything is going fine until a figure appears from behind.

He grabs me by the neck, and throws me on the cement. I cry out for help, but it falls on deaf ears, and I’m already halfway to deat...

Poetry

Crime

Love is a silly thing, dear

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

I ask my mother,

“Mommy, do you love daddy?”

“No.” She says bluntly.

“What?” I ask confused.

“You’re dad and I are perfect for each other, but I do not love him.”

“Why?”

“It’s just the way the world works, honey.”

“So even if you love someone you can’t marry them?”

“Honey, do not talk of such things.” She says sternly.

“But why!”

“They’ll teach you about the dangers of love when you enter your s...

Summer Love

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Find me down the garden path,

Kiss me where the Willow tree cracks,

Hold me in your gardens arms,

The truth is not your’s alone to bear,

We share a scar of secrets told,

Running barefoot in the dirt,

Hold me by the wishing well,

I’ll remember you when winter comes,

I hope to see you soon my summer love,

Find me down the garden path....

Poetry

Romance

Death Himself

Elizabeth Irie

3 min read

People hate me, they despise me.

The hate me for taking away those that they love.

They fear me for they know one day I’ll come knocking on their own door.

They hate that they fear me.

And that fuels their hate some more.

Then there are those that love me.

They long for me.

Those are the ones that scare me.

Since how could someone want _me_?

I am the one who chooses.

I am the one who d...

Poetry

Fantasy

An Owls Mind

Elizabeth Irie

3 min read

The world is quiet tonight. A picturesque scene plays out in front of me, darkened by the moons waning eyes. The barn lays still but past its chipping red paint, and old rotting wood, the movement of barn animals is heard, though it is sluggish and seldom.

The farm is home to acres of land. Some of which is cultivated, and tilled, and some which has luscious greens already grown. The fields of c...

Stick Wielders

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Life is like a sharp stick that has many purposes with intertwining meanings.

It’s like a double sided sword, helping on one end, hindering on the other.

So you’ll fend off your foe but end up stabbing yourself in the heart regardless.

Blood gushing out, your minds moved on but your body has not.

It can be your sturdiest tool, your most prized possession yet your biggest burden, your greatest...

Poetry

Upper Class Ladies

Elizabeth Irie

6 min read

“Miria go check the silverware, I’m almost certain there is a missing knife.” She nods and scurry’s off to the dining hall. Poor thing seems to be scared of me though I haven’t been anything but cordial to her.

“Alexander” I say my accent making his name sound regal and defined. “Go greet the guests arriving at the door, if you please, and stall them if you can.”

“Yes Ma’am” He says before walkin...

Drama

The Charging Station

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

I stand in a circle with these people whom I call friends. A smile plastered on each one of their faces. I can tell they are real from the creases and divits expressed in their expressions. I were a mask that displays contemptment and excitement to be here with these people. Hiding the fact that I’m drained and ready to go home, but they will never know.

The talking is endless. The minutes are s...

Poetry

Fairy’s That Travels From Prairie To Sky

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

A child’s last laugh,

A moon that’s past it’s prime,

Mother Nature attacking a land that’s only nature, pure, and divine,

The cries of a sailor lost at sea, overtaken by the ocean’s wrath,

What cost would you pay for a gift that all crave,

What would you do for your dreams to come true,

The greater powers have decided you fulfilled the prerequisites,

Was it worth the price,

Was it worth your souls...

Poetry

YA fiction

My Final Birthday

Elizabeth Irie

2 min read

It’s my twenty first, so naturally my friends and I went out in the town to get a few drinks of some sort of wine.

Outside it’s cold, wet, windy, and gloomy. As I always say, the weather sets the mood for the tone of your day.

We enter a bar that’s packed to the brim. The lights flash bold, obnoxious colors on a whim.

My friends drag me to the dance floor. We party as if there’s no school work...

Poetry

Horror