I have always depended on the lighthouse to show me the way – guiding me gently with its luminous, all-knowing eye.
But it’s dangerous to take for granted the viewpoint of something with a limited perspective.
Sometimes we need to look inwards for the hazards and stop blaming those around us.
Three Line Tales, 15 December 2022
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.
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
“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
Keep one foot grounded
When taking a leap of faith
Lest your path fails you
By Sarah ©2019
My heart is aflame.
Its lantern burns bright for you.
Guiding your way home.
By Sarah ©2018
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
Prose Challenge – Write 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 Challenge – Write 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
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
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”
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
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
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
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
By Sarah 