C. A. Elizabeth
Bio
when you put something down with pen on paper, it lasts forever...I'll be sharing a piece of my forever with you all in hopes that I inspire and you enjoy.
check out my book The Aftermath: Loving, Losing Learning (on amazon)
Stories (6/0)
Weight
Something is off. I feel it with every fiber of my being. I know her like the back of my hand. We may be 2195 miles apart but I can still feel when she needs me, I can feel when something is wrong. So I pick up the phone, scroll down to our messages from two months ago and click her name.
By C. A. Elizabethabout a month ago in Chapters
Weight
After two years of this song and dance between us, I figured now was a good time to check the temperature of things. Seeing as he'd be leaving and I'd be staying, I wanted to know what was to come of us. I just wanted us to be on the same page. So a few days before he left I asked him, "what are we doing?" I knew in my heart that it'd be his usual answer: "I'm not ready for a relationship yet." But I asked anyway, I didn't want anymore grey areas between us, no more unbearable uncertantity. I knew then, just like I know now that I want to be his and him to be mine, but I'm convinced that he doesn;t want the same but he doesn't want me to loving anyone else either. Selfish.
By C. A. Elizabethabout a month ago in Chapters
Weight
If I had to choose one song as the soundtrack of my life, it'd be Bruce Brubaker's "Mad Rush", all 16 minutes and 58 seconds of it on loop. At least for this last year of my life. This year has been full of beauty, drama, confusion, excitement, and tears. Lots and lots of tears. And even now, I can't escape the tears. Every emotion you name I've felt, and Mad Rush captures all of that. That's what I put on before I pull off. I'm not even sure where to go, but I think a ride downtown would at least provide me with lights and a great view.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 months ago in Chapters
Weight
It's 3am friday night, really Saturday morning. I can't sleep. I miss him. I toss, I turn. I dream of him and sleep in his t-shirt, the one he gave me on our first date. It reminds me of him, that day, that night. I'm not usually one to kiss, let alone go home with someone on the first date, but he was different. The date was different, and the rest was history.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 months ago in Chapters
brown love out of the blue
He used to bring me a yellow rose every day; those are my favorite—That’s how he got me. We met at the Starbucks up the block from Rutgers Medical School; I’m a 4th-year medical student there. “Can I buy you a coffee?” he asked. “Jo, your order is ready.” the barista called out to me. “Thank you!” I turned to him and smiled “maybe next time; Ummm, I didn’t catch your name.”
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Fiction