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

542

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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

The Glitching Lamp

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Everything was perfect. I had the perfect wife, the perfect life, the perfect son. I graduated college, had lots of friends, and a great job.

Then one day, in the middle of the night, I woke up to a ringing in my ear. It wouldn’t go away, no matter the home remedy I tried. I decided to sleep on it. I’d tell my wife all about it in the morning time.

But when I woke up, I wasn’t in my bed. I was...

Poetry

Action

The Beauty Of Boredom

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

When I’m bored just lying there in my bed or if I have my head up against the window of the car, feeling the bumps of the road. My mind goes to places I’ve never known.

The world slows down around me, sounds they mush to silence. And what seeps in is uncontrollable excitement.

A world is built from my ideas and projects I have yet to start. A bustling city of my stories and characters from each ...

Poetry

If Only, Then Maybe

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

If only life was worth living,

If only my words had a meaning,

If only friendship was binding,

Then maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone...

Poetry

Worth More Than Gold

Elizabeth Irie

6 min read

My family isn’t rich but then again we aren’t poor. Our house may be scarce but we dont need a lot of furniture. I share a mattress with Elena and Jacob, my siblings. We’ve had this sleeping set up ever since we were three under three. Ma and Pa also share a bed so everyone’s happy since we all have to give a little.

The dog sleeps outside on the front doorstep. He guards our door that has no lo...