Lizzy Gabrick
Bio
I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.
Stories (59/0)
Now You Know
Watching the ebony owl flap its wings gracefully in the distance, Padma could not get enough of the endearing wonderments that life provided. The bubbling gray skies might be lacking in their vibrancy but the great beauty that they emitted was enough to capture anyone’s attention. The filthy odor of the room might be clouded slightly by the fragrances of peach perfume and the damp grass hundreds of feet below but the place still reeked in its own putrid and disgusting waste. Senses were high; everything was being observed through a sharper mind.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
In This Existence
“You know, Charlotte, I really appreciate you doing this for me.” “It’s no problem at all, Felix. You have had a rough life, this past year being the worst. You need someone to talk to and what better person is there than one of your best friends.”
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
Inventing a Lie
I was convinced not that long ago that Ted’s girlfriend could not love him as ferociously as I did or as devotedly but I suppose I was being a bit too hard on her. I mean, not everyone has the guts to flee from the reins of their family simply to be with a guy who was deemed a disgrace because of the impurity that his blood held. Personally, she brought more to the table than I ever did in the eight months that we had dated. I could see now how Ted could fall in love with her a million times more than he ever did with me. The vision was in my head presently- of the two of them, happy and together- but things had not always been this way.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
Hurtles
I didn’t know who he was, in the usual sense. I was not aware of his appearance; not in height or weight, nothing. Never had I laid eyes on the man but despite all of this I found myself falling more in love with him as every day flew by. Around my head, the days flew; through my ears and in between my toes. One by one I was blinded as the nights came to an end again and again without my consent. How is it that time can fly by so quickly when you actually start not paying attention to it? The answer was easy but accepting it for most people is the difficult part. Time moves when you look in the opposite direction because, in all truth, you are asking it to. Sure, you aren’t screaming to the world, “Time, go forward! Fly, as I patiently wait for what my future brings!” But in reality time knows this is what we want.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
Rhyming
Blaise bent his body in the pale sheets, tilting his head to take in the neat and comfortable figure beside him. Her light blonde hair that usually fell to her elbows was now bunched up on her pillow, tangles of color and twists of light. He smiled; knowing full well just how beautiful she was.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
Some Drop Like Flies
He tried to save her. His attempts were there from the beginning but in the end, they might as well have been not present at all. They were lost anyway—left for the rain, the flame, the wind. Like the words inscribed on the inside of a brain they fell useless with the body after death, never to be revived after taking their fall.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
With a Flower in Your Hair
He was in line and here I sat watching front row as the truth became unfolded. In line? The brawl for Valedictorian was taking place and four senior students stood on the stage, awaiting their fates. Either way they should be very proud of their standing throughout their years of school and I could only hope to be one of those four standing up there three years from now.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
Tortuous Electricity
It was just like any ordinary day in my life but, looking back, the day I met him awoke a flame in me that I am unable to put out still to this day. Some things in life you simply cannot put into words, and the particulars surrounding our first meeting can be classified as such. When I met him, when he met me, that was the beginning of a new stage of my life, a remarkably beautiful one. He was, after all, an extraordinarily beautiful person, so it is no wonder with his entrance in my life came a flood of all things good. I realize I may sound fanatical, biased, enraptured—but I am all those things, for he has come to be the epitome of love for me, the ultimate attainment of my happiness, the single person who can make me feel seventy thousand things at once.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
My Heart is Open
I do not really know how it happened. One day I was lost, enclosed in a seemingly impenetrable bubble of despair and regret, uncertain as to why I allowed myself to fall so far for a man who did not intend to plummet with me. The next day, however, something awoke within me; it was a new feeling of hope and promise, something I had not felt in a very long time. The awakening did not erase the past. No, life did not work that way, and I do not really want it to. But to be free is an overwhelming sensation; one I had forgotten existed in my plan to live my present-day life within the comforting arms of history.
By Lizzy Gabrick3 years ago in Fiction
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