• Elizabeth the 333rd

    Future Oppression

    I never thought about my future. I was always too busy taking care of everyone else to even imagine such a beast existed. My father’s wife insisted I wanted to be a hairdresser, (don’t know where the fuck she got that idea, unless it was the fringe cutting incident and we all know how that turned out), so she got me a Saturday morning job hairdressing. I enjoyed it, though not for the reasons she thought. I had a valid reason for not being home five and half days a week. I had a bit of spare cash, not much, but the stores nearby let me buy my ciggies. That…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Sand Castle’s in the Sky

    In that old house, where we were given the sex talk, one fine day, my siblings and I spent hours digging out an underground cubby house. The sand was fine and white, and we’d dug down far enough for all of us to fit inside. If we hadn’t, for some reason, spent that time also teasing our youngest sibling into believing she’d been adopted, that sand cave wouldn’t have been found. But my father’s wife arrived and foiled our attempt by sending us all to our rooms. Had we all climbed in that hole, we would’ve been buried when it collapsed in on us. We also had some family photos…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    In my Silence

    In my silence I lived a life in my head, sharing nothing of me with the outside world. That state of being led to more problems between my father’s wife and myself. She kept me frightened and abused. So it wasn’t any wonder that the changes to my body, many teenagers experience, I kept to myself, and because of my silence about those changes, I was punished. Something had happened when I was about eight, not to me, I don’t think, but we were given the sex talk. It was something to do with the old man we were renting from, so as far as I was concerned, I’d had…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Food of the Trees

    As I’ve said, I loved, or to be more precise, love, trees. I like to be alone with my thoughts, and trees provide that separation, that sanctuary from the rest of the world. I rarely spoke as I got older and think that came from learning very early on, it was easy to incriminate myself, even if I’d done nothing wrong. Silence was my defense before there was a crime. My favourite trees are fruit, but not on the apple Isle (Tasmania), there’s no fruit trees out where I live, so it’s a plus that really any tree will do. During my early teens I sat in an old Loquat…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Magpies and Me

    Living in Western Australia, it’s a common occurrence to be swooped by Magpies. Walking to the shops was a test of endurance, sporting events were mazes run by the rules of each magpie around the course, throughout each event. I experienced two notable events at the beak and feet of Magpies, one was when I was eleven, the other was when I was twenty-eight. This memory is short. It’s about the attack when I was eleven. I was a real Tom Boy, probably still would be if I was capable, so I did things like jumping off haystacks and house roofs. My favorite activity though, was climbing trees. I sat…

  • Elizabeth the 333rd

    Cats

    As you can tell from my stories, cats were an inevitability for me. I love animals in general. Whether they be Cats; birds; dogs, even reptiles and bovines. Animals don’t actively seek out human beings to harm them, they at least hide, only attacking when no other option is available. My family eventually built a house, and we moved in when I was still in grade five. Off to one side of the house, the builders had left a pile of rubble. As a kid, I knew it as the ‘Pile’. In the Pile a stray cat would, for years, nest, and give birth several times a year. I wasn’t…

  • Oops

    The Terrifying Tale of Toothems

    I’m likely eight at this point and I don’t recall ever receiving a doll for a present… ever! Maybe I did before I can remember, but I doubt it. So, Christmas comes around. Everyone’s so hyped getting ready for the fat man in the red suit to break into the house, through the chimney, if you can believe that! We even left food out to feed the B&E offender… Anyway, I digress. Christmas morning comes around and I pretty much knew what I held in my hands before opening it. It was large, rectangular and thin, you got it, a book. It was a nice book of fairy stories, but…