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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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

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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