Cee’s Challenges, Photos by Sarah

Sheep and the City

Street art (should that be sheep art), Christchurch, New Zealand.

Lots of art installations, such as the one below, were commissioned on buildings and around the footpaths of the CBD after the devastating earthquakes. The government was attempting to keep its citizens spirits high. I loved the quirkiness of the idea and found many unexpected smiles as I wandered the streets.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 24, 2018

Stories by Sarah

Not All Is Lost

The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison. Too scared to move, she realised she was holding her breath.

A single shot echoed off the bricks, shattering clay at her feet.

The shooter had found them.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. This was her high school, not the six o’clock news!

She felt something wet and realised she had peed her pants. She watched the yellow trickle out until two black boots stopped it short.

She squeezed her eyes shut and waited.

The click of an empty chamber told her, not all was lost after all.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday and Carrot Ranch, June 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

June 21, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about “not all is lost.” It can include recovery from disaster, an unexpected insight after a fall, or however the phrase moves you. Go where the prompt leads.

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Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 23 June 2018

Let’s work with some opposites…

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Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 23 June 2018!

This week we are dipping our toes into the pool of OPPOSITES. Our challenge is all about “opposing forces” and the use of antithesis in our writing. You will need to use the two opposing words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our words this week are:

– permit and forbid

– visitor and host

You may be asking yourself, How can I use antithetical statements in my writing?

Luckily, Kat from Literary Devices has some examples for you.

Common Antithesis Examples
Some famous antithetical statements have become part of our everyday speech and are frequently used in arguments and discussions. Below is the list of some antithetical statements:

You are easy on the eyes, but hard on the heart.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.

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Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Chandon

During the mid-1980s, team of Chandon’s wine whisperers founded Green Point, an old dairy farm in Victoria’s Yarra Valley. The cool climate and great soil combined to make a picture-perfect home for Domaine Chandon. Since 1986, this is where Australia’s leading “méthode traditionnelle” producer has been crafting sparkling and still wines with the distinct Chandon style. My husband and I visited the cellar door over the recent long weekend, and found some nice doors along the way…and some bubbles of course!

Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – June 21, 2018

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

New

This week marked the 7 year anniversary of my little dog, Bella coming to live with us.

This is a pic of when she was brand new to the household. Her first photo! Such a little puppy, and so timid and shy.

She’s certainly sassy and confident now, essentially ruling the roost!

Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 114 – New

Scribblings by Sarah

Call Me Honey

“Call me ‘honey‘ one more time!” I murmur furiously under my breath.

It’s too late to let it pass.

So, I tell him in no uncertain terms, that real men don’t treat women like we’re all worth a shot. No more than trophies for them to fiddle with.

“I meant no harm,” he stammers, taken aback.

I cannot let it alone.

“That’s what they all say. Either that, or we asked for it,” I retort, walking away.

By Sarah ©2018

Author’s note: This week in Melbourne, we saw yet another rape and tragic murder of a young woman. And typically, the victim blaming began. As a society, we must do better. RIP Eurydice Dixon.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.’ – Margaret Atwood

The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 356

Stories by Sarah

Days of Old

The children squealed as they hopped off the bus, promptly running around the open area outside the museum.

“1/2s, over here please,” I said in my most commanding-outside-in-a-public-place-teacher-voice.

I assembled them into two lines, did a quick head count and entered, in an orderly fashion.

I wasn’t cross.
Excitement.
Curiosity.
Enthusiasm.
It was what I loved about teaching.

I gave a smile, as a collective, “Whoa! Cooooooool!” echoed through the foyer.
It was the skeleton of a huge hump back whale.

In the “Days of Old” gallery, while the other kids were playing house in an old fashioned home, one girl, had paused in front of a display. A look of consternation on her face.

She looked at me, confused. “What is it Mrs Whiley? It has keys like a computer, but…it’s weird looking.”

I laughed, and thought, This is a new one!

Then I began to explain…

By Sarah ©2018

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt – #59 Typewriter

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Turtle Man

I’m ok thanks.
Thanks for asking.
Oh, that’s right.
You didn’t.

I’m here for you.
I’ll support you.
But there’s no back up.
It’s all just lip service.

You dont’t really care.
Your words are badges.
Just something you
can hide behind.

So I’ll nod.
Say “Yes”.
Because you don’t want to
know how things really are.

An ostrich,
a turtle,
and you.
What do you have in common?

They said you were
a people person.
To me, you are the person
Who lets people down.

By Sarah ©2018

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

On The Beach

My flips-flops squelch in the soft sand. Tiny grains, incongruously scratchy, between my toes. I scan the beach, finding a place to settle in with my book. The heavens above me, a perfect hue, blend with the azure of the ocean. Warm, gold sunshine, cleanses away the stresses of the working week and soon, I am lost – deep in the pages of my paperback. A sudden rush of movement, catches my eye. I look up, but am too late to evade that rogue wave!

don’t get too cosy
keep one eye out on the sea
waves like to roam free

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Aknafi

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille; and also, Time To Write: A book

Synonyms – flip flips (shoe), scan (sweep), heaven (sky), cleanse (wash), evade (duck)

Stories by Sarah

Death By Roses (99 word version)

For this week’s challenge, I have re-worked one of my most popular short stories (and also one of my personal favourites) “Death By Roses.”  You can visit the original post here. Hope you enjoy them both!

Death by Roses. What kind of a perfume name was that?!

She selected it from the rows of delicate bottles standing behind glass doors; hoping her sister would like the present.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Ooooooh! Death by Roses!!! How did you know?”

“Just a hunch! Glad you like it.”

Her sister squirted and sprayed herself liberally, before spraying the bouquet over everyone.

Feeling pleased, she didn’t notice at first.

Then her mother screamed, “I thought you’d grown out of your anaphylaxis!”

She faded to black, thinking, “Death by Roses”…

By Sarah ©2018

Carrot Ranch, June 14: Flash Fiction

June 14, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bouquet. You can explore the meaning of the word or gather a bunch of flowers. Go where the prompt leads.

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Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 16 June 2018

#SSBD

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Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 16 June 2018!

This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.

Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words this week are:

  1. shoe
  2. sweep
  3. wash
  4. sky
  5. duck

Your writing form is either poetry or prose.

Synonym Searching
Synonyms are words that are similar, or have a related meaning, to another word. They can be lifesavers when you want to avoid repeating the same word or if your word might not be the most appropriate. You can search for synonyms online at: http://www.thesaurus.com/

You may be asking yourself, What are some examples of synonyms?
Luckily, the nice folks at YourDictionary have some…

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Other, Poetry by Sarah

Blackened Moon

Blackened moon,
mirroring worlds.
Inky skies reflect
shadows and light.
Birds fly away,
seeking sun; fleeing mists.
Chasing possibilities.
~ Searching for clarity. ~
Possibilities chasing
fleeing mists; sun seeking.
Away fly birds.
Light and shadows,
reflect skies. Inky
worlds mirroring,
moon blackened.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #218

Scribblings by Sarah

Alien World

What alien world is this?
I duck and weave around tangibles
while paying no mind
to other possibilities?

You no longer enhance me.
You think you possess me.
I’ve had enough of your objurgation,
and quickening retaliation.

I revert to my inner dialogue,
to calm this garnet sea of rage.
And so I have started decathecting*
for the inevitable dissolution

of
our
relationship.

 

By Sarah ©2018

* decathect (v.) – withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #200

Stories by Sarah

Pandemonium

I had listened to his laboured breathing, through the night and ‘til his spirit left this earth. I could hardly bear it, knowing, with a dull ache, that my final act was coming soon too.

For years, the writing had been on the wall, but noone had listened. The viruses had prospered, and all the antibiotics had run out.

Digging sacred graves, for my husband and me; I coughed into the air, knowing I was the scourge, and pandemonium would follow…

By Sarah ©2018

The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 355 and Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #58 – Pandemonium

Stories by Sarah

Buck

The video footage was grainy, but Taylor recognized them easily. 

That was definitely a male, and a female, collecting her mail. She furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of it all.

She had known something was up. She hadn’t received any mail for weeks now. Which was unusual. I mean, there were always bills! she thought.

So her friend Jess had suggested she set up a trail camera. It was easy enough.

The first bit of footage she’d reviewed, had captured a wayward moose. That in itself was an interesting theory. She’d imagined it, carrying her post away and reading it in the comfort of, well, wherever it was mooses (or was it meese?) live.

But this. This was something else altogether. She strained her eyes, confirming the identifying features she knew so well.

The moussed hair was a dead giveaway. Nathan was never one to leave his vanity behind. What Taylor couldn’t understand was why his new girlfriend was part of it. She didn’t even know her!

Or at least, that’s what she thought.

The footage continued and the girlfriend turned around. Giving Taylor no doubt, as to who it was.

Jess wiggled her fingers and gave the camera a cheeky smile.

Taylor was furious! Jess had mentioned she had started a new business on eBay. She’d just never clarified what. Taylor looked at the packaging of the trail camera, and the final pieces fell into place.

Seems eBayer cash4jess81, would do anything to make a buck!

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – June 8th, 2018 and Saturday Mix – Double Take, 9 June 2018

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Saturday Mix – Double Take, 9 June 2018

Double trouble

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Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 9 June 2018!

This week we are seeing double with ‘Double Take’.

The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones* to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all of them in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our homophone sets this week are:

mail – postal delivery
male – masculine person

and

moose – a large elk
mousse – dessert of whipped cream and eggs

You may be thinking to yourself, How can I use homophones in my writing?
Luckily, Kat at Literary Devices, has some examples for you.

Example of Homophones in Literature
This poem is filled homophones (marked in bold). They create a humorous effect in the poem through having the same pronunciation but altogether different meanings.

Sole owner am I of this sorry

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Stories by Sarah

Forget-Me-Not

I lit the candle, marking five years since our loss.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, which I indulged with just a little self-pity. Thinking again, of what might have been.

It never got any easier. And to make it worse, this year, my husband had totally forgotten.

I was hurt. He knew how hard this day was.

I heard the key turn in the lock and quickly wiped my eyes. I turned, and was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of forget-me-nots.

More beautiful, was the glisten in my husband’s eyes, as he pulled me into his arms.

By Sarah ©2018

Carrot Ranch, June 7: Flash Fiction

June 7, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about man glisten. It was a fun term coined by two men with glitter in their beards. What more could it embrace? Look to the unexpected and embrace a playful approach. Go where the prompt leads

Stories by Sarah

The Chase

He was in with half a chance of solving this grisly murder. He just knew it!

Detective Bailey had been tailing the suspect for a few days now, and every sense was tingling; telling him he was close.

He sipped a mouthful of yet another bad coffee, and grimaced. He hated the stake outs the most. If not, just for the coffee!

He drew the binoculars up to his eyes and trained them on the small, darkened window. Still nothing.

Relaxed, he leaned back in his car seat and turned on the radio. He whirled the dial until the radio squeal found his favourite golden oldies channel. Queen’s “Bicycle Race” song was playing.

He smiled and began singing along, “Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…”

Suddenly, there was a blast. The windscreen of the car erupted in a shower of glittering shards and Detective Bailey felt another vehicle slam into the passenger side of his vehicle.

Reaching for his gun with one hand, and bracing himself with the other, he looked up and into the eyes of his suspect; staring at him from the wheel of the other car.

And then he ran for it.

Pawing at the door, Detective Bailey opened it and spilled out into the street. He half-crawled, half-sprung to his feet and gave chase.

He saw the darkened, form ahead make a sudden dash down an alley that Bailey hadn’t even known was there.

The detective’s size eleven shoes echoed clunkily on the road. If the suspect didn’t know he was after him, he did now!

The alley was dark and Detective Bailey scanned the various dumpsters and other unmentionable alley paraphernalia, for his man. He heard the clinking of a chain link fence, as it settled back into its resting position. It had obviously been recently scaled.

“Dammit!” he swore loudly.

He had lost the suspect…

Just then, a shrill and commanding voice, pierced my conscience. “Excuse me ma’am. You can either borrow that or put it back on the shelf, but please stop narrating the book out loud! You’re disturbing the other patrons!”

I closed the book, smiled sheepishly, and slunk out of the library…

By Sarah ©2018

Time To Write: Set The Scene 9 and The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 354