Scribblings by Sarah

Jumping Ship

Author’s note: A more cynical take on the prompt words for my second contribution for the Wordle this week… 😉

Overwhelmed by a world teeming with pretense, I am challenged to keep up with so many ‘individuals’. In this dearth of light, I take the easiest possible route to jump ship.  Ambivalence is my drug, and I take it in bulk. Shock; horror.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 322
Words: route, dearth, light, possible, bulk, individual, pretense, drug, jump, challenge, shock, teeming

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Scribblings by Sarah

Drug Of Choice

As I trudge the well-worn route, there is a dearth of light as we briefly pass under the bulk of a huge granite boulder. It has been a challenging hike so far; the constant incline gradually wearing me down. 

I focus on regulating my breathing and carefully place my feet on the footholds of the individual rocks. With a shock, I realise we have reached the summit. 

I jump up onto the 360o viewing platform and let the stress melt away. There is no noise except for the eerie sound of the wind sliding between granite and trees, and the occasional raven cawing. I close my eyes and breathe. My senses are teeming with the bracing mountain air and smell of the bush. I love it up here. I’m on ‘top of the world’. 

As the vast expanse of the Australian Alps stretch out before me, I realise I cannot keep up the pretense with my husband anymore. I turn to him; smile and say, “It is entirely possible, that bushwalking has become my drug too.”

By Sarah ©2017



Author’s note: The Horn, at Mount Buffalo, has sweeping 360 degree views of the Australian Alps and plateaus. It is an exhilarating sensation to swivel and view the magnificent Mount Buffalo National Park spread out before you.

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 321
Words: route, dearth, light, possible, bulk, individual, pretense, drug, jump, challenge, shock, teeming

Scribblings by Sarah

Flapdoodle 

I am an Abstract Evil Barbie. So please Stop Calling Me Frank and give me The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time. 

Take them to the Bimbo Toolshed and store them with my GoGo Penguins and Loudmouthkitten. Don’t get all Kissyfoot about it or I’ll serve you to the Devil with Cheese! 

Now leave me in peace to complete my Reign of Frogs. And close the Squirrel Nut Zippers behind you!

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt, #224 – Name That Tune
Task: YES – these are real.group.band.names. REAL.Anyhow, there are 10 selections. Pick a few, one or two – and create something, anything, maybe 3? Let yourself just have a ball with these. Create whatever – short story, flash fiction, poem. Just play.

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Quagmire


Image credit Bryan Minear via Unsplash

She never saw the quicksand until it was too late, and now she was chest-deep.

She gasped as her head was sucked under – reaching out her hand, desperately hoping for someone to see her.

And as her fingertips slid under the slippery muck it only took a few seconds before the pond stilled and no trace of her could be seen at all.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 87

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Fooey Pooey

As I walk my two pooches, I pop in some earbuds and switch on my iPod hoping for something motivating. It randomly selects ‘Foo Fighters’ – excellent choice! I listen to the gravelly voice of Dave Grohl and find it ironic, as I bend down to pick up the steaming heap, that he can be a Foo Fighter, while I am being a Poo Fighter.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 29
Task: Pick the name of one of your favourite bands / groups / artists. Use that as your inspiration to write a story in 50 words.

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The Castle

There once was a castle in the middle of a field. It loved being the centre of attention. The grass bowed to it in the breeze, and travellers were drawn to it, like a beacon. For many years it was so.

But slowly, a town began to spring up around the castle and the field disappeared. At first, the castle was glad for the company, but in time, the town became a city and the castle was swallowed up by the busy-ness around it. Sometimes, it would still catch a glimpse of travellers’ eyes, but now they hurried past in their vehicles. The castle felt sad that in the midst of such hustle, it could feel so lonely.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 38; and also Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 28
Task: Write a story in less than 100 words that opens with, “There once was a castle…”

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One Job

Author’s note: Sometimes my writing is based on my real life experiences. This is one of those stories and is an actual account of a costume I was responsible for, whilst working at an exclusive all girls college a few years ago. 

Oh, how I wish it were fiction…

The girls usually looked like seraphic supplicants, in their polished shoes, ecru stockings, petticoats and navy blue tunics. My job on the dramatic arts team, was to source a neutral, yet eye-catching costume for the production. I didn’t want to squander the funds, and bent over backwards to find a freely-licenced image and reasonably priced t-shirt manufacturer.

The free image and design on the front of the shirts – chosen due to the ‘caring for the environment’ theme of the production…
As I unpacked the boxes, I realised with alarm, the disastrous outcome of my work.
(However it did tickle the amusement of at least one stranger in the crowd, as 150 female students took their final bow, I could hear his guffaws from backstage…)

The unfortunate outcome once the shirt is worn. Especially by someone with breasts!
I had ONE job

By Sarah ©2017

* supplicant (noun) – A supplicant is a person who prays to God or respectfully asks an important person to help them or to give them something that they want very much.

^ seraphic (adjective) – characteristic of or resembling a seraph or seraphim|seraphim:an angelic being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.

^^ ecru (adjective) – the light beige color of unbleached linen

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #173;

and also Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 25
Task: Write a story in 75 words or less about an encounter with a stranger.


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Rainbow Falls


Image credit By Sarah ©2017;  Rainbow Falls, Big Island, HI

It was a rainy day and my sisters and I had decided to go on an expedition to explore Hilo, HI. We saw a sign declaring ‘Rainbow Falls’ and discovered this beautiful oasis; cascading and emerging out of the rainforest. Unfortunately though, no sunshine equals no rainbows. Maybe next time.


By Sarah ©2017


What we’ll be hoping for next visit…

Image credit Viator


Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 22
Task: Write a 50 word story that includes the words expedition, rainforest, discovery.

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Belgrave Emporium

It’s the morning after my brother’s wedding and we are feeling a little…seedy, at best. After a wholesome recovery breakfast of bacon and eggs, my husband and I meander down the Main Street of Belgrave, a tiny outer suburb of Melbourne, in the Dandenong Ranges. I notice a shop I haven’t see before: Belgrave Emporium. 

“Let’s go in!” I plead with my husband.

As it turns out, Belgrave Emporium is a exciting retail space in the heart of the little village. As we wander and browse, I am struck by the eclectic mix of wares on sale.

I mention to my husband that it seems as though this is not just one store, but many stores. And it turns out I’m right.

Belgrave Emporium indeed, houses seventy hand picked boutique stalls, ranging from vintage clothing, handmade accessories by local jewellers, artisan home wares, quirky art and prints, and much more.

We ended up spending an hour (and a fortune in the store), and with so much to look at, our hangover woes were soon forgotten. I highly recommend a stop in if you’re ever in the area!

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 19
Task: You’re on your way to work and a new, strange-looking shop has opened over night. You are drawn to it and go in but what – or who – is inside? Tell us in less than 100 words.

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The Shopping List

My husband does not like doing the shopping with me.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate my company or the help. It’s the fact that when I go with him, our shop is typically $50 more than usual. 

This is because I am a sucker. I’m one of those people who sees ‘half price‘ or ‘two for the price of one‘ and am instantly reeled in. Hypnotised by the promise of something special that will save me money!

Nevermind, that I don’t particularly have a use for a double ended head torch (let alone two!); or that it will take us a year to get through the 18 rolls of paper towel for $8. I just see stuff and have to have it.

My husband suggests writing a shopping list, which is what we did today.

It didn’t help. Sometimes, you just have to put it down to an irritating quirk; a trial of being married to someone like me…


By Sarah ©2017


Image credit Pixbay

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 18
Task: The prompt is “shopping list”. The format and length are your choice.

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My Anxious Brain

My anxious brain plagues me.
Sucking joy from life.
No words of logic can pacify
When it goes off tap and
Swings into panic mode.

There it goes –
The ‘tub-thump’ of my heart.
A spray of adrenalin.
My stomach drops to my knees.
The abject, soul-plummeting terror
Of ruminating thoughts consume me.

I am paralysed with fear.

Oh yes.

Anxiety is a spry being;
Just waiting for opportunity
To take hold once more.

But oh, I wish it would forget.
I wish that it had no memory,
In my being.
I wish to be free from its grasp.

Imagine what that would be like…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #317, Words: forget, tap, sucks, swings, spray, plague, imagine, tub, word, no, thump, spry

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Sea Break

The sand squishes beneath my toes. I feel the warmth of each grain. I inhale deeply and, simultaneously both smell and taste the salty air. I stretch my arms above my head and listen to the small waves lap against the shoreline. 

I open my eyes; sigh at the recreated memory, and get back to work.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credit By Sarah ©

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 17; Daily Post Daily Prompt, recreate
Task: Write a 50 word story on the theme of memory.

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1976

“What a an eventful year it’s been,” Linda exclaimed to her husband Frank, as they waited for the New Year’s Eve fireworks.

“Agreed.” Frank replied, in Frank’s way.

“We’ve seen the 1st Mars landing; Fidel Castro become President of Cuba; and the Tangshan Earthquake, claim the largest loss of life from an earthquake in the 20th century. What a mixed bag!”

“Agreed.” Frank replied.

“But I don’t know about this Steve Wozniak and Steve Jobs founding some ‘Apple’ Computer company in a garage! I can’t see that going anywhere!” Linda scoffed.

“Agreed.” Frank replied….

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 15
Task: Write a 50 word story set in the year you were born. You don’t have to declare what year that was 😉

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The Decider


Image credit Caras Ionut

Dream or nightmare? A clown is the decider.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #180; Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 14, Task: Write a story in less than 10 words about a dream.

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Another Planet

Sometimes I feel like the teaching bureaucracy is from another planet.

In fact, most days.

Ok, all the time.

And now for some teacher sympathy, I mean, humour…

By Sarah 

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 13
Task: The prompt is “another planet”. Format and length is your choice.

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Taking Hold

Half spluttering, half laughing, I emerged from under the wave. It had been a big one! I turned to see my husband successfully catching it all the way to shore. I gave him a thumbs up and looked for the next set, swelling further out to sea. 

It was a magical day for boogie boarding. The sun was warm, but not too hot. The water was clear cerulean blue. And most importantly, the tide was full on high. I spied a beauty rolling in and positioned my body ready. Kick, kick. Legs pumping and then elation, as I felt the lift of my board taking hold.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credit Jeremy Bishop

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 11
Task: Write a story in 100 words or less set in the ocean.

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Flood Zone


They’d been warned the house was in a flood zone when they’d purchased the property. The couple weren’t bothered though – the house was on stilts that kept it at least 10 metres off the ground.

They peered out the windows, hearts sinking as the water level continued to rise. The Beareau of Meterology predicted this would be the worst flood in 100 years. The couple had taken precautions – sealing the windows and doors with waterproof tape. But they knew that it wouldn’t be a matter of a few leaks; more likely engulfment of the entire home.

The flood’s peak was still six hours away. The husband and wife deliberated what to do. Evacuation was no longer an option, as the emergency services had told them yesterday.

“I’ve got the dinghy, maybe we can get out with that?” the man said.

She didn’t need to be asked twice. “I’ll pack a bag with some of our valuables.”

They launched the dinghy out the front door. Counting their blessings, the couple paddled for safety.

As they neared the banks they could feel the waves of a large marine vehicle coming up swiftly behind them. To their surprise, they were overtaken by their now floating house…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, launch; Sunday Photo Fiction, September 10th, 2017;

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The New Job?

The interview had gone well and my references had been checked. My phone began to ring – it was them!

 I answered, unsure whether I felt hope or fear…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 10
Task: Write a story in less than 30 words that includes the words: hope, fear, unsure.

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It Wasn’t Me

I entered the toilet cubicle and cringed. Someone had left behind brown offerings of what appeared to be a chilli or bean lunch. Holding my breath I reached for the flush, but to my horror, the water and contents began to rise. Oh no! I thought, praying for it to stop. Thankfully it ceased filling and I decided to use another toilet. I opened the door and apologetically said to the person waiting, “It wasn’t me!”

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 8
Task: Write a story in 75 words or less using the opening line, “It wasn’t me”.

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City Cycle


Image credit Zachary Staines

It was bad enough these cyclists hogged the road, riding two, three or even four abreast! Sylvie thought, fuming. Now they’re hogging our car spaces too! 

She looked at the eight bicycles taking up two and a half perfectly useable spots; one of which should have been hers! Sylvie glanced through the window of Deja Brew and saw them – muscular thighs clad in Lycra, sporting an array of fluorescent jerseys up top, laughing and sipping on their lattes. 

Smiling, she executed her revenge, and began affixing the signs to their bikes:

“City Cycle – free bicycles for the community”


By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 35