Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Uncertain

Undulating road.
Wooden fingers lace, blocking
sunlight. Shadows hide
watchful eyes. Ears catch whispers.
An uncertain path is life.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 48; and also, Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 74 – eyes and ears

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Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Brief Chasms


Our need for exhilaration – a scare; a thrill; is truly, a human curiosity. We relish in leaving the sanctuary of contentment for moments of heart-stopping, adrenalin-fuelled terror. So much so, we even manufacture the rides. A spinning capsule twirling madly on its hinges; the gut-wrenching lurch of a rollercoaster car; even the jaws of a synthetic Jaws, reminds us that we are but one bolt away from death – the truest terror we as humans face. Once we arrive safely back on the shores, we spin the wheel again.

it’s human nature
to explore briefest chasms
between life and death


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 41; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – October 18th, 2017

Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

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…”

Stories by Sarah

Due Diligence


Image credit Izaak Standridge

The policemen lined the streets, fully kitted up in riot gear. The sun beat down on the officers, who were diligently waiting; sweating profusely under their heavy protective clothing. Anticipation filled the air and a small crowd of rubberneckers* had gathered.

The motorcade was late. 

Two officers, broke formation to see about the delay. Anticipation turned to disbelief as the two investigating officers informed their peers he had never left the house.

Intelligence had been wrong – the attack wasn’t to take place in the car, but in the cat. As he’d patted his beloved pet, the bomb had exploded them both…

By Sarah ©2017

* rubbernecker (noun) – an overly inquisitive person
Source: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rubberneck

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 36

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

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

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Linger


Image credit Don Naman

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at a “one-line Haibun” or “one-bun”, which is a “Free-style” haibun. It’s a haibun-form created by Jim Kacian. The “one-bun” is a haibun in just one line, title text and haiku combined in just one-line.

as the last few strums on the metallic strings reverberate around the stadium, the lead guitarist waits for the burgeoning cheers of the crowd; all appreciative fans

dying notes Linger on and on they echo ’round growing record sales

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 34; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 30th 2017 – growth one-bun*

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Life On Corners

Image credit Bikurgurl 

The square was full
Of people that day.
Air pulsed with music
Of the band as they played.

It was a string quartet,
minus a bow.
Instead in its place, 
a young voice flowed.

They felt the music,
Tapping their feet.
Keeping the rhythm,
And feeling the beat.

As people walked past,
They showed their pleasure.
Dropping loose change,
To form the band’s treasure.

Without our buskers,
Our street performers,
What life would there be
Upon each corner?


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 32

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Lost


Image credit by Jane

The crowds were overwhelming. Glaring white floors echoed their multitude of footsteps – not just from the ground level, but also the floors above. I looked up, feeling dizzy as I gazed at the raked ceiling. The pitch of the roof seemed to move and sway around me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to focus.

She had to be around here somewhere!

I completed another circuit, trying to see her familiar form. Trouble was, I couldn’t remember what she was wearing that day. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere baby girl!”

“Mummy!” I cried, throwing myself into her arms.

She had found me.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 31; Daily Post Daily Prompt, glaring

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

The Cocktail Set


Image credit Jennifer Pallian via Unsplash 

My husband bought me the cocktail set for my birthday. It had the lot – glasses, shaker, strainer, jigger, muddler, bar spoon, pourer, spirits, ice and mixers. What fun!

“So how do we make a cocktail?” he asked.

“Depends what kind,” I replied, looking around. “Where are the recipes?”

“Recipes?” he gulped.

“Nevermind, let’s just wing it,” I said adventurously.

Two bottles of gin, a bottle of tequila, and numerous mixers later, we had not only made a mess, but were incredibly drunk!

“What’s this one called?” he hiccoughed.

“Orange you glad we’re out of alcohol,” I laughed.

 

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 30

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Into The Blue

The delighted screams of children filled the air as I lay lazily on my towel, dozing. I was thoroughly enjoying the warmth of the sunshine dancing over my skin. 

My eyes popped open, as my husband returned, playfully shaking his water-soaked self next to me – the cool droplets shocking me out of my reverie. 

“Idiot,” I said, swiping a handful of sand his way. 

We grinned at each other, bolted towards the water and together, plunged ourselves into the blue.

Sighing, I put the photo down and cursed the snow falling outside. It was still another 14 weeks ’til summer would be here again.

 

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 29

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Hoodwinked


“Let’s see how the Blue team spent their left over lolly”, said Bargain Hunt host, Tim Wonnacott.

“Well Tim, I went for a ‘blue for blue’ theme and purchased the whole wedding set by renowned porcelain designer Messein. I picked it up for an absolute steal – £250. It’s quite rare and should make at least £500-600,” said antiques expert, Kate Bliss.

“You canny gal, you!” Tim exclaimed. “Let’s cross to our auctioneer, Paul Laidlaw, and see what he makes of your blue bounty.”

“Tim, though an exact replica of Messein, if you look closely at the hallmark, the M is actually an H. Therefore, the collection…worthless.”

By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: I am a huge Bargain Hunt fan and couldn’t resist a BH inspired post for this prompt. If you’ve never seen the show, you must check it out. Here’s a snippet…or visit http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006nb9z/episodes/player. Although Tim is no longer the host, it’s still a highly entertaining insight into the world of antiques!



Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 28

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Soaring High


Image credit Nicholas Picard via Unsplash

Soaring high
Toward the sky
Dare she make the trick?

A twist, some turns
As rubber burns
Yep, that move was sick!

Some people say
She should give it away
But that seems pretty thick.

Just coz she’s a girl
In a bloke’s world
Shit like that don’t stick.

She’ll show them all
Keep standing tall
This BMXing chick.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 27, Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: moxie

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Ripe For The Taking


Image credit Bikurgurl

The harbour walk was his favourite, exciting his senses as he wandered the strip. The sight of  people from all walks of life, getting out, enjoying the sunshine; the smell of the ocean, tingling and salty; the sounds of summer.

If it weren’t for having a dog, he would never get out, he thought. 

Ahead, a child called out to him. No, my target is coming up on the right, he said, putting her out of his mind. 

He approached the row of shiny tyres, ripe for his taking, and cocked his leg.

Yep, the harbour walk was his favourite.


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 26

Scribblings by Sarah

Mulch Ado About Nothing


Image credit Bikurgurl

The sign declared “Open”, however these days, there was little point. For years they had been getting squeezed out of the marina by the sleek and shiny yachts. In fact, the recent addition of the latest jetty had literally boxed them in. The manager sighed and decided to take action. He grabbed a piece of chalk, crossing out the “B”. He ordered his men to start up the wood chipper and load the boats in one by one. At least the “Centre for Wooden Oats” may sustain them for a few more weeks. People always needed mulch for their gardens.

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 25

Word count: 100

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Second Opinion

Image credit Geran de Klerk via Unsplash

The doctor looked through the microscope. Shook his head and checked again. He couldn’t be sure but…it really did seem like it was true.

I’d better get a second opinion, he thought.

“Hey Charles, come over here and tell me what you think” he said to his colleague, who was busy working on a rather nasty looking Petri dish.

Charles put his eye hard up against the looking glass and gave a startled cry, confirming what he’d thought. The girl had sunk so deeply into her depression, she’d become an island. 

Now, how to connect her back to the mainland…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 24
Word count: 100

Scribblings by Sarah

Hugging Shadows

Image credit Ales Krivec

She scuttled around the lake, shuddering at the reflection of the tiny village. The water was like a mirror, doubling her nightmare. She couldn’t believe she’d finally escaped! It had taken months of planning but she’d done it! She was free. 

The sun began to rise, painting the sky a pale pink. I’d better hurry, she thought, in the daylight they will definitely see me

She picked up her pace, and hugging the shadows, cast one final look over her shoulder. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she saw someone waving at her from the tower.
She kept walking.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: 100 Word Wednesday, Week 21