Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Blue

She chained the door; loosely, though enough to keep others away.

Her heart was blue for now; heavy, hurt and seeking solace – like an animal licking its wounds; but invariably, that would change.

One day the chains would be smashed and the doors would open again, her heart bursting forth; ready for love once more.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 97

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The police turned the house upside down, looking for any signs of the body; trace DNA, blood, hair, skin; anything!

After an exhaustive search, they apologised to her, explained she was no longer a suspect, and thanked her for the lovely meal.

As she closed the door, she smiled to herself and thought of the dishes in the sink – they would never know they had all the DNA and evidence they needed; in their full bellies…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 94

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Endless

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My psychologist talked me through the candle meditation, and promised it would work to renew my focus and relieve my stress. She spoke in a hushed, low voice, “Now stare at the flickering light and let it absorb into your third eye. Take ten deep breaths and keep your intent on the flame. When you close your eyes, you should still be be able to see the image in your mind. Hold it as long as you can and when it fades open your eyes again, feeling refreshed and focused.

I did as she said and she was right! I could see the flame in my mind. I felt relaxed and calm as I honed in and held it in my mind’s eye. But when I opened my eyes, something was horribly wrong. I could not see anything else but thousands upon thousands of flames, reaching into the endless dark.

I screamed and reached out my hands towards the space were she’d been, as the doctor laughed psychotically, closing the door behind her…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 92

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Passing Trains


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Life is like a train ride.

We pass each other on our set tracks, intent on our destination.

Some of us make it to the station; while others get derailed along the way.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 90

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Light Hearted

The bar was dark and dingy and she wondered for the hundredth time why she was here – the place hardly looked full of promising suitors.

But, she had chosen the venue for a reason and with an air of trepidation and excitement she flipped the switch and trialled her new matchmaking strategy.


She looked around nervously, and met the eye of a nice looking man who gave her a mischievous smile; flipped another switch and started to walk across the room towards her…


By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 89

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Quagmire


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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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In Miniature


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He knew he’d seen something

As he pulled out his magnifying glass, and examined the sparkler more closely, he saw it again.

A world in miniature; and people with tiny hands waving, shimmering light; as they screamed, “Stop! You’re killing us!”


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 85

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City Cycle


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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

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Tiny House


Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales, Week 84

People had warned them the housing market in Sydney would be tight on their budget – even in the outer suburbs.

But the tiny house movement appealed to the couple, because of its affordability and the environmental aspects of leaving a minimal footprint. 

Disregarding the cynics, they paid $750,000 for their little ‘fixer upper’ and had already gotten to know their neighbours quite intimately…

By Sarah ©2017

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(N)o-rigami


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The lecturers at teacher’s college always advised, Try out the lesson yourself first – so you know what you’re doing and have a good model to work from…

So I did.

Unfortunately, it took so many attempts, there was no origami paper left for the children!

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 83

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Remains


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The herpetologist examined the remains of the reticulated python; it was the longest specimen he had ever seen, with the snake measuring in at over 7.5metres.

He noted the various parts of the snake; the skull, the vertebrae, and ribs, and shuddered at the thought of a living version of the monster lying before him.

Even more chilling, were the other skeletal remains found within the snake; that of a small child and adult woman…

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 82

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Life On Corners

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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

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Best Trip Ever


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The couple loaded up on snacks, paid for their fuel, and giggled together as they wandered back to their combi van.

This was going to be the best trip ever – they just knew it.

Too bad they didn’t see the masked man who’d crawled into the back…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales, Week 80

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Lost


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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

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Eureka


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If the stairs seemed never ending on the way up, they seemed even more so on the way down – his legs felt like jelly.

Even though he knew he would come in dead last, he felt enormously proud of himself for climbing the 88 levels and 1642 steps.

And after all, it was for a good cause and raising much needed funds for two charities.


By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 78

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Cycling and Sailing


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Racing each other; peddling furiously along the pier, the couple laughed as they felt the wind in their faces and heard the waves crashing below.

As end of the pier loomed closer the man, intent on carrying out his plan, instructed his wife, “On the count of three, slam on the brakes! 1, 2, 3…”

His mouth formed a surprised ‘O’ as he went sailing over the handlebars, realising too late, she’d cut his brakes too.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 75

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The Sleepover

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It was the night of the Grade 2 Sleepover at the school and the teachers had been instructed to push all the classroom furniture aside.

As the first parents and students arrived, the principal soon realised her mistake.

The teachers had pushed the furniture aside alright – but she had forgotten to remind them it was to let the kids in, not keep them out!

By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note:  I am literally at a Grade Two Sleepover now…please go to sleep little ones! 

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 74