Scribblings by Sarah


Australia is burning; buildings have fallen and forests are decimated.

Our new year has heralded misery, heartbreak and devastation.

As the embers of the fires cool, the embers of Australian’s hearts and spirits unite – we will survive and rebuild.

By Sarah ©️2020

Author’s note: You can find out more about the bushfire crisis or how to donate to our fire fighters and those in need here.

Three Line Tales, Week 205

Stories by Sarah

Tight Arse

He hobbled into the hospital, chuckling at the special deal sign as he walked past.

He had been called a “tight-arse” his whole life – never one to miss a bargain or save a penny.

And his assisted euthanasia would be no different – he intended to die as he lived.

By Sarah ©2019

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Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 163

Stories by Sarah

Star Struck

photo by Ian Parker via Unsplash

“Wait for me. I’ll be back for you in a few days ” she whispered, full of promises.

Enchanted and beguiled, he did – but what he didn’t know is that she was of the stars, and that her days were measured in light years.

When she finally returned, all that was left was the rusting shell of their love, and the discovery that he had been gone a long time…

By Sarah ©2019

Three Line Tales, Week 155

Stories by Sarah

The Upside Down

When he left, her whole world had been turned topsy-turvy; up was down, right was wrong, once cherished and possessed, she was now lost.

It felt like gravity was all that was held her to this earth – the cracks had starting showing and she was peering through them, into another life.

That’s just how it is in the upside down, she thought.

By Sarah ©2018

Three Line Tales – Week 123

Other, Poetry by Sarah, Stories by Sarah


Prose ChallengeWrite a three sentence story one for the beginning, one for the middle and one for the end, inspired by this weekend’s word prompt.

The toe of my shoe caught the edge of the uneven pavement.

I braced myself for the inevitable, and found myself sprawled on the ground.

I stood up, brushed myself off and looked around, double-checking that no one had seen me fall.

Poetry ChallengeWrite a triolet inspired by the photo prompt.

That which falls can oft be seen,
embracing earth
in shrouds of green.
That which falls can oft be seen
leaving trace of where it’s been.
Over land and of firth,
that which falls can oft be seen
embracing earth.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #44 – Fallen

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

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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”

Stories by Sarah


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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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

Stories by Sarah

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

Stories by Sarah

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

Stories by Sarah


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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

Stories by Sarah

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