Saturday, December 31, 2011

Estate (Flash Fiction)

Found through Google Images.


It was a large, sprawling estate, almost like something straight out of The Secret Garden.

I busied myself for an entire afternoon, thinking, wondering and imagining what it must’ve been like to be a little girl, exploring through an old forgotten world.

It was beautiful, it was strange.

I found that I liked it very much.

I hoped that they would let me stay with him–even if he was recovering from a nervous breakdown, I didn’t think we could scare each other any more than we already had.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Bridge (Flash Fiction)

Rainbow Bridge. Found on Google Images.


"We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it"

That was what he said. that was what he told me.

That was what I knew we wouldn’t do.

Somehow, it scared me. Frightened me so deeply and throughly, I knew that I would be scarred for life.





Stupid bridge.

As if there was anything left to be said. How could I not read into that? If he meant it, surely he'd have said so. I guess. I don't know. It won’t matter anymore after today.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Clamp (Flash Fiction)

found on Google Images


His hand clamped down on my shoulder, an iron grip that I didn’t dare shake off. I could feel him, standing beside me, his displeasure a thick, stifling air that brooked no disobedience.

“Sir.” I greeted, barely trusting my voice to be civil. “Is something the matter?”

“Something the-?” He broke off, abruptly, the hand on my shoulder tightening to something almost painful. “Something will be.” He growled, at last. “Don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me?” The squeeze for good measure was painful. Then his regal head lowered a few centimeters and he whispered in my ear. “And if you do, then don’t get caught.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Flood (Flash Fiction)

Created by Jake Neal, found on Google Images. Impressive, yes?



I saw it coming.

The wall of water. The fear. Two things that should never be mixed together.

Then I saw her. She stood tall and strong against everything. I don’t know where she could’ve gotten such strength. But she stood, with her head held high as if there was nothing in the world that could move her.

When I saw that, when I saw her face, then I knew.

Strength isn’t on the outside, but on the inside and only when it is present on the inside, can it show so strongly on the outside.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Friday, December 16, 2011

Sleeve (Friday Fiction)

Hi everyone! I have the distinct pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction this week. I'm running a snippet of flash fiction as this is finals week at university and I'm still waiting for my brain to check back with me. Anyhow, to join up, just add your name and link to the widget below. Don't forget to read and comment on other entries--we all love the feedback. Happy holidays! ^_^ 

Author's ramblings: This is one of my flash fiction prompts for the word "Sleeve" and is pretty much a little fiction "scene" in a "scene". I'll be starting up my Christmas fiction next week, so if you have any songs you'd like me to storify, mention them in comments below. Enjoy the weekend! 


I tugged on her sleeve.

I didn’t know what else to do. I had to do something, but for once in my life, my voice, my mouth, that whole entire bundle that it takes to bring speech into the atmosphere of the living, it was nothing.

I was numb. I was blind and yet, somehow, I had to make myself known.

Her sleeve was soft and silky, as if it were everything that she wasn’t, with the look in her dark eyes and the dusky red lips pursed in thought. I didn’t think she’d even feel it, I thought that perhaps, she wouldn’t even notice me.

I thought she might do it to spite me.

And then she turned and with one simple arch of those dark eyebrows, I knew my fate was sealed.

Perhaps for the worst.

(c) Sara Harricharan 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Princess (Flash Fiction)

Found through Google Images


She’s a little princess.
WIth a heart of gold and a silver sigh.
She’s a little princess.
With the weight of the world, she’ll try.
With every breath in her fragile soul, she’ll breathe life into this darkened world, because somewhere in the shadows is a mirror.
And when the face staring back at her smiles
She knows.
Because she’s a little princess and that’s perfectly fine.


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Return (Flash Fiction)


The place of no return.

How do you know it, if that's where you come back to?

Isn't it usually that spot where you've been before and you came back from the edge, having teetered over and kissed death, deciding that for your newborn arms and legs, it was best to come crawling back to life and resting in the false embrace of half-hearted securities?

It's that place where you can't go, because it hurts too much and only when it hurts can you know that's where you ought to be.


Deserve (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


I don’t deserve you.

She looked at me, with the world in her eyes, with tears threatening to fall and spy. I stared back because I could and then because I thought for a moment, that I might actually love her.

Fierce, proud and beautiful, with her head thrown back in the wind, she was every inch the queen that her people demanded her to be. And every inch the angel that I so desperately needed in the darkness.

I don’t deserve you, I almost spoke the forbidden words aloud, but so help me, I need you.


Sunday, December 4, 2011

Centerpiece (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images, a balloon flowerpot.

It’s in the middle of the table.

It’s the most hideously garish thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

But she’s sitting across the table from me and as our eyes meet above the neon tangles of it, there’s a challenge in those wickedly dark orbs. She’s daring me, silently, to disapprove of her choice. Daring me to disagree with her. Daring me to prove that I won’t take her and everything that she has to offer.

Begging me, almost, to prove that she is unworthy of the love that I can no longer hold back.