Beth Elliott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories (6)

6 Stories

161 karma pts

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“Two Friends on the Library Stairs, After Hours” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #175

Wow, this feels so…surreal. What does? Being back here, like this. Oh, yeah. I know what you mean. It’s like, a good weird though. Like we went back in time or something. Yeah, it’s great. I really missed this. Me too. How many years has it been, exactly? Since we were sitting here last, having a drink? It must’ve been when we met up the year after graduation, when I was passing through for work and you were visiting Rachel, so like…nine years? Holy shit, nine years…It’s been way too long, man. Nine years…all that time and yo...

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“Deep Sea” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #174

On what would have been December 12th of the Earth year 2155, two blue suns simultaneously rose and set on a distant planet. The cool light moved in an invisible atmospheric breeze, blending twilight and dawn across the sky into a shifting fabric of color, greens and blues and purples and other colors that didn’t exist anywhere else but here, in this place. The unearthly beauty of this event was not lost on the planet’s sole inhabitant. Tan looked out of the thick plexiglass window of his residential dome, drinking instant coffee out of a ...

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“The 9th Life” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #169

CW: Substance abuse & brief (non-graphic) animal violence. I keep seeing the black cat. She’s been appearing outside my apartment every morning, sitting on the stone wall next to my now vacant parking spot, seemingly waiting for me. The first day I barely noticed her; I was pretty hungover, despite it being a Wednesday. The night before I had read through all my old text messages with Jared, and somehow polished off an entire bottle of wine while I scrolled and ugly-cried into a family-sized bag of M&Ms. Safe to say the cat...

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“Meet Cute” by Beth Elliott

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #167

Beep beep beep. The alarm clock on your bedside table goes off, and your hand shoots out from beneath your mountain of comforters and pillows to smack it into silence. You shoot up in bed, already smiling, and the day begins. Katy Perry’s “Eye of the Tiger” plays as you roll your morning montage. The steps are always the same: hot shower (don’t forget to shampoo your hair into a tall spike and laugh in that carefree way you do), brush teeth and write your morning affirmations in the steam on the mirror (follow it with a kiss that leaves a ...

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“In the Neighborhood” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #164

I’m back in my old neighborhood. I drove all night to get here, close to ten hours. I parked my car on the side of the road across from my old house and stepped out. I haven’t breathed the air of my childhood in almost ten years. It is crisp and green in my nose, transporting me to autumn at age six, and age ten, and age fifteen; a lifetime of falls. Now I stand on the sidewalk, the sidewalk I rode my bike on countless times, countless years ago. I feel the ghost of my younger self speed by. She ruffles my skin and hair in her passing breeze...

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“In the Neighborhood” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #163

I’m back in my old neighborhood. I drove all night to get here, close to ten hours. I parked my car on the side of the road across from my old house and stepped out. I haven’t breathed the air of my childhood in almost ten years. It is crisp and green in my nose, transporting me to autumn at age six, and age ten, and age fifteen; a lifetime of falls. Now I stand on the sidewalk, the sidewalk I rode my bike on countless times, countless years ago. I feel the ghost of my younger self speed by. She ruffles my skin and hair in her passing breeze...

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Author bio

Vanlifer and amateur writer seeking her comfort genre.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #167

Meet Cute – read story