Liz Leness

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

93 karma pts

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“Transient Departure” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #216

Weasel, still awake, lies motionless; the disturbing events of the evening before tirelessly dancing through his mind. He pulls the covers tightly over his head. He lies like this for several minutes, his comforter-coffin rapidly filling with hot and humid air. His heart beats faster and higher into his throat and the birds' relentless symphony grows louder still. Weasel can hardly take it any longer, and he throws the blankets off of him, gasping as he cools his burning, suffocating lungs, the fresh air a welcomed relief. He opens his eye...

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“Clockwork” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #205

"Hi, welcome to Martha's, can I interest you in some lemonade? I just made a fresh pitcher, but I can also make raspberry, blueberry or pomegranate lemonade, whichever tickle's your fancy," the bell above the front door chimes and I instinctively look at who my next guests are. Anticipating to see a brown tweed jacket with legs and a pocket square, and flowing blue floral dress -- or yellow, or pink, or red, whatever she was feeling that particular Sunday, but always matching the pocket square -- stroll through the door, but instea...

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“Upon Return” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #203

THWACK! Johnson is knocked flat on his stomach. He lies face-down, a thunderous pounding in his skull, and a ringing in his ears so shrill it rattles his eyeballs.Ughhh, who the fuck? Still dazed, Johnson squints up at his attacker. The young man's face is distorted by the sun's late -afternoon glare, but Johnson immediately recognizes the silhouette of his best friend, Weasel. He closes his eyes regretfully, resting his cheek against the scalding sand."How did you find me?" Johnson groans, pushing himself up to his knees.&nbs...

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“Message Delivered” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #42

I always hate the way that I look right out of the shower. My wet hair plastered to my scalp, my 30-year-old breasts bulging as I stand naked. The stretch marks of approximately 15 years of destructive hormones and anxious eating scar my belly, my love handles sitting atop my waist and the cellulite of my inner thighs kissing each other intimately. I wish I could have a relationship that has lasted as long as the relationship between my inner thighs. Maybe then I wouldn't have to waste my time on useless dating apps, atte...

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“The Beginning of the End” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #42

Our life is perfect. We have a beautiful house with a beautiful yard that overlooks the glistening waters of a swimming pond that teams with kids and families in the Summertime. My husband has a job that pays exceedingly well, which means that I don't have to work and I can spend all day home with the baby. We have our adult time after the baby goes to bed, and everything is in it's rightful place. Every puzzle piece fits, and sometimes I think that I'm living in a dream. Our life is rather simple, now. It begin...

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“The Coldest Day in Hell” by Liz Leness

Submitted to Contest #42

It was 1967 and every Sunday afternoon in the Summer, my father would take me and my brother to the quarry. I didn't know it then, but my father was an alcoholic. All I did know is that he would be swigging out of a brown paper bag all afternoon, and a cigarette would never leave his fingers. He would lie on the banks as Tom and I would scramble up the rock face and dive into the turquoise water below. Smiling and laughing, splashing him with each cannonball, competing with each other to see who could get him the wettest. &nbs...

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Author bio

Liz here: Lover of all things 'words.' The majority of my time is spent joyously stumbling through life, and when I'm not constantly neglecting my laundry, I'm struggling to keep my houseplants alive, as well as forgetting basically anything and everything. I'm fairly new to writing, however, I've been told that I should be a best-selling author, and I'm rather inclined to believe the things my mother tells me...but you tell me! My goal is to take the jumbled mess of words that mercilessly obstruct my thoughts, and write them in whatever fashion they decide to explode from my fingertips!