Stories by Sarah

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, a girl opened a book, and began reading, ‘Once upon a time, a girl opened a book, and began reading’, “Once upon a time a girl…”

By Sarah ©2017

 

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 21
Task:Write a story in 25 words or less about a book.

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Amaltheia

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 20
Task: Write a poem in under 20 lines inspired by a myth, legend or fairy tale.

By Sarah


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The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun, was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.

nourishing earth’s child
Amaltheia; Capricorn;
goat goddess endures.


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: In Greek mythology, Amaltheia is the she-goat Goddess who nourished Zeus as an…

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Belgrave Emporium

It’s the morning after my brother’s wedding and we are feeling a little…seedy, at best. After a wholesome recovery breakfast of bacon and eggs, my husband and I take a wander down the Main Street of Belgrave, a tiny outer suburb of Melbourne, in the Dandenong Ranges. I notice a shop I didn’t see before: Belgrave Emporium. 

“Let’s go in!” I plead with my husband.

As it turns out, Belgrave Emporium is a exciting retail space in the heart of the little village. As we wander and browse, I am struck by the eclectic mix of wares on sale.

I mention to my husband that it seems as though this is not just one store, but many stores. And it turns out I’m right.

Belgrave Emporium indeed, houses seventy hand picked boutique stalls, ranging from vintage clothing, handmade accessories by local jewellers, artisan home wares, quirky art and prints, and much more.

We ended up spending an hour (and a fortune in the store), and with so much to look at, our hangover woes were soon forgotten. I highly recommend a stop in if you’re ever in the area!

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 19
Task: You’re on your way to work and a new, strange-looking shop has opened over night. You are drawn to it and go in but what – or who – is inside? Tell us in less than 100 words.

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The Shopping List

My husband does not like doing the shopping with me.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate my company or the help. It’s the fact that when I go with him, our shop is typically $50 more than usual. 

This is because I am a sucker. I’m one of those people who sees ‘half price‘ or ‘two for the price of one‘ and am instantly reeled in. Hypnotised by the promise of something special that will save me money!

Nevermind, that I don’t particularly have a use for a double ended head torch (let alone two!); or that it will take us a year to get through the 18 rolls of paper towel for $8. I just see stuff and have to have it.

My husband suggests writing a shopping list, which is what we did today.

It didn’t help. Sometimes, you just have to put it down to an irritating quirk; a trial of being married to someone like me…


By Sarah ©2017


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Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 18
Task: The prompt is “shopping list”. The format and length are your choice.

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Sea Break

The sand squishes beneath my toes. I feel the warmth of each grain. I inhale deeply and, simultaneously both smell and taste the salty air. I stretch my arms above my head and listen to the small waves lap against the shoreline. 

I open my eyes; sigh at the recreated memory, and get back to work.

By Sarah ©2017


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Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 17; Daily Post Daily Prompt, recreate
Task: Write a 50 word story on the theme of memory.

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Echo

In the beginning my heart was brave.
She asked “Is there anyone out there who will
love me ’til the end?”

An echo replied, “I will love you for a little while,
But I cannot promise eternity
.”

Eventually, when my heart was cleaved in two.
She asked, “Will anyone love me,
when I am so  broken?”

The echo replied, “Nay.”

My heart realised that first,
she must love herself.
She put out the call, one last time.
“Is there anyone who will love me,
Just as I am?

This time, the echo, 
Was an echo of her own words.
At last! My heart had found you.

And we both realised,
We had been looking 
For each other all along.

By Sarah ©2017


Dedicated to my husband Darrell, on this, our fourth wedding anniversary.

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 16; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces – 16 September 2017
Task: Write a poem on the theme of “echo”. Any length.

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1976

“What a an eventful year it’s been,” Linda exclaimed to her husband Frank, as they waited for the New Year’s Eve fireworks to begin.

“Agreed.” Frank replied, in Frank’s way.

“We’ve seen the 1st Mars landing; Fidel Castro become the President of Cuba; and the 8.2 magnitude Tangshan Earthquake, claim the largest loss of life from an earthquake in the 20th century. What a mixed bag!”

“Agreed.” Frank replied.

“But I don’t know about this Steve Wozniak and Steve Jobs founding some ‘Apple’ Computer company in a garage! I can’t see that going anywhere!” Linda scoffed.

“Agreed.” Frank replied….

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 15
Task: Write a 50 word story set in the year you were born. You don’t have to declare what year that was 😉

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The Decider


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Dream or nightmare? A clown is the decider.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #180; Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 14, Task: Write a story in less than 10 words about a dream.

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Another Planet

Sometimes I feel like the teaching bureaucracy is from another planet.

In fact, most days.

Ok, all the time.

And now for some teacher sympathy, I mean, humour…

By Sarah 

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 13
Task: The prompt is “another planet”. Format and length is your choice.

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Boundaries

Lives.
Torn. 
Borders.
A fenceline.
A wall. Dark waters.
Sometimes boundaries need crossing.



By Sarah ©2017



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Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 12
Task: Write a poem about boundaries or a boundary. Any length.

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Taking Hold

Half spluttering, half laughing, I emerged from under the wave. It had been a big one! I turned to see my husband successfully catching it all the way to shore. I gave him a thumbs up and looked for the next set, swelling further out to sea. 

It was a magical day for boogie boarding. The sun was warm, but not too hot. The water was clear cerulean blue. And most importantly, the tide was full on high. I spied a beauty rolling in and positioned my body ready. Kick, kick. Legs pumping and then elation, as I felt the lift of my board taking hold.

By Sarah ©2017


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Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 11
Task: Write a story in 100 words or less set in the ocean.

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Trigger warning – This story contains content about the rape of a minor, and suicide *

She stepped out into the bitter night air. The wind whipped her hair across her face, stinging her cheeks; much like the slap she’d received earlier had done. The rain beat down onto her bruised body and she shuddered at the thought of what she had to do.  She drew her baby closer to her breast.

She thought it might have been different, if she had given it time. That perhaps her family could have accepted it. But she realised sadly, that she should have known better, that no matter what, reputation and pride was more important to her father. It was inevitable that anything less would perforate her from him. She cringed as she recalled her mother’s weak, trembling figure standing dutifully by her father’s side. She remembered her vague hope that she might come to her rescue. Foolish! It all seemed so irrelevant now. They even said it was her fault; that she asked for it, but she couldn’t understand how a fifteen year old girl could possibly do that.

The rain grew heavier now and lightning streaked across the midnight sky, highlighting for a brief instant her ghost-like figure moving through the night. Her baby’s wail was one with the wind and she was tired. So tired.

How did it all start? She could barely remember and didn’t really want to. She had been sent away to boarding school, for a “life-changing Year 9 experience”. Boy were they right! she thought bitterly. From the first day she’d arrived, he had begun visiting her at night. She didn’t like what he did to her, and knew it must be wrong, because he threatened if she ever told anyone, he would kill her. She hated him so much and luckily, when his body was found, they had thought it was a suicide. But still, he had lived on – a new life created inside her.

The infant had no name. She resented it almost as much as she resented its father, but she acknowledged it wasn’t the baby’s fault. People in the town had looked upon her with such pity and disdain, that when she arrived at her parent’s doorstep, she should have expected their disgust too. At first, her mother just cried, while her father shouted names like “whore” and issued her the first of many blows. She smirked as she recalled that before that day, he’d always called her ‘daddy’s little girl’. He demanded that either, she leave or get rid of the child, proclaiming her “a disgrace to the family”. The decision wasn’t hard to make.

In a muted voice, her mother suggested the kindest way, and so the young girl kissed her baby goodbye. The wind howled through the trees and the water lashed against the banks of the river. She looked upwards into the rain and cried to God for forgiveness.

Then threw herself in.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, 9 September 2017 – Same Same But Different
Synonyms used:
produce – create
puncture – perforate
smile – smirk
young – infant
difficult – hard 

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The New Job?

The interview had gone well and my references had been checked. My phone began to ring – it was them!

 I answered, unsure whether I felt hope or fear…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 10
Task: Write a story in less than 30 words that includes the words: hope, fear, unsure.