Stories by Sarah

Fishy Business

The wave began to curl; forming the perfect pipe.

I launched myself upon sensuous liquid blue as it wrapped around the fin; guiding me into the shore upon an ebb and throb of water.

I was doing it! I was surfing! I thought, See, humans! We fish can do it too.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 109

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


I lifted my legs; one at a time. They fell to the ground like lead. How much longer could I go on? I had been looking for him for days! Lost and alone in the bush, he was my beacon. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my mouth was so dry, my lips stuck together. If I didn’t find him soon; I was a goner. And then I heard it. “Here boy!” he called. I raced to his side, exhausted but relieved, to be reunited at last.

Exhaustion takes hold
but before it can claim you,
I’ll carry you home.


By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Savs via Unsplash

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 28th, 2018 – Reunited; and also, Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 60

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I glanced down at my bright, new yellow converse and smiled.

“An unnecessary indulgence,” he’d said, “Absurd and childish!”

Like him! I decided, humming the tune of These Boots Are Made For Walkin’, and left him behind, balancing and skipping my way along a matching balustrade.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 108; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge #23 – “These Boots Were Made For Walking”

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah


Image credit Frank McKenna

Sonnets nor flowers
never could make her love him.
All threads of hope, gone.


By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales- Week 107

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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

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Punching Through

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silhouetted beasts
guide me through darkest moments
’til sun’s rays punch through

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 95

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Image credit photo by Scott Umstattd via Unsplash

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

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Chaos On Black

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Run aground; blinded.
No blue skies or sunshine here.
Just chaos on black.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 93; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt: black

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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

Scribblings by Sarah

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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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

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

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

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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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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

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Pizza Time

kneaded dough; toppings;
melting cheese in the oven;
delicious pizza.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales, Week 81

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