Wednesday, February 29, 2012

A Leap Year Post (2012)

I've really enjoyed reading several leap year posts today and I thought I might add a few rambly thoughts of my own, seeing as this only happens every four years. ^_^ 

This was floating around some time back, I don't remember where I swiped it from. (thank you, if it was you!), so I've filled in my answers--all 29--and now I'm going back to my homework. Cheers!

If I were a month, I’d be September.  It's bittersweet and the season changes.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday. It's reliable and I like it. 
If I were a time of day, I’d be early morning.
If I were a "planet," I’d be Pluto. Yes, it exists.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Lion's Mane Jellyfish
If I were a direction, I’d be North
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Cherry nightstand.
If I were a liquid, I'd be red tea.
If I were a gemstone, I'd be Ruby
If I were a tree, I’d be a Weeping Willow
If I were a tool, I'd be the staple gun
If I were a flower, I'd be a black Rose

If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a fall thunderstorm
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be panpipes
If I were an emotion, I’d be Bittersweet    
If I were a fruit, I’d be a Pineapple
If I were a sound, I’d be Pink Martini's "Lullaby"
If I were an element, I’d be Hydrogen
If I were a food, I’d be baby corn
If I were a fabric, I'd be silk
If I were a taste, I’d be salty
If I were a scent, I’d be mandarin
If I were an animal, I’d be a horse
If I were an object, I'd be a clock radio
If I were a body part, I’d be an eyebrow
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a quiet smile
If I were a pastry, I'd be a Cherry Turnover
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be the six-inch, curved toe, expensive Italian leather boots. ~_^.

Wishing you a happy February 29th.


Generator (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“It’s going to blow, get down!”

"The floors?"

"The generator!"

"Get down! Everyone get down!" The supervisor’s bellow had all hands on the floor, scrabbling to bury themselves under the thick, protective work tables. “Cover your head and breath through your masks!” He called out.

A few answering coughs were heard.

Feet ran.

Hands scrambled.

Bodies curled to the ground. 

The ground rumbled.

Something shook loose from the ceiling and the first explosion sounded out.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Crescent (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“It’s a crescent moon!”

“Really? Where, I can’t see it-ooh!” Lily flopped onto the grass, uncaring of her new Sunday dress.
“It’s pretty, Bea.” She flashed a smile at her friend. “It’s so pretty and so white!”

“I know. Daddy told me about it yesterday. We watched it from the porch.”

“It’s special?”

“Yeah, it’s special.”

“Think there’s a fairy in the moon?”

“Maybe.” Bea wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. I’d much rather a fairy though, than an old man that eats cheese.”

The girls giggled together in the evening’s final glow.

(C) Sara Harricharan

Monday, February 27, 2012

Popcorn (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“Popcorn!” Jaime skidded into the kitchen with the paper bag clutched tight between his fingers. “Dad, dad, dad!” He chirped. He danced around his parents in excitement, waving the sack with the popcorn kernels. “It was Aunty Suzy’s idea!”

“Calm down, squirt.” The older man bent down to scoop the kid into a warm hug. “I haven’t see you all day.” He hugged him tight. “Did you have fun at Aunt Suzy’s?”

“Yeah and she gave us special popcorn!”

“Special popcorn?”

“Yeah. We need a popcorn popper though, but an old one, not a real one!”

“An old-?” He reached for the sack and opened it. Understanding dawned at once. “Ah, well, we do have an old popper.”

“Is it special?”

“Yep, it’s special.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: There was cinnamon and sugar in the bag with the popcorn kernels. It would make a caramel styled sweet popcorn mix. :) 

Heart Poetry (Poem)

Found on Google Images

Heart's Poetry 

I would've given you all of my heart
But I've ruined it and torn it apart
I can't believe what a mess that I've made
Of something precious and so freely saved
I don't understand what you want
I don't get why you think I'm the one
There's got to be something wrong
I can't possibly be the one in your song
Our differences push us away
No matter what you try to say
I could and leave you alone
But somehow, you're really my home
It's a tangled-up tapestry
An unwritten mystery
I guess it's just easy to say
In my own twisted little way
This is all I have to offer to you
A bit of poetry, silver and new.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Lift (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


"Need a lift?" The old red pickup rumbled to a stop beside the beaten wooden bench. "It's a ways into town, but I'm headed up that way."

"I couldn't impose." The young man rolled up from the bench in a single movement. He shrugged his shoulders out as if to get the blood flowing once more. "If you don't mind..."

"Not at all." The older man clicked the locks open and waited.

"Thanks." The fellow gave a faint smile as he skipped around to the other side of the truck and climbed in. "Early to be heading into town." He said, by way of conversation.

The bearded fellow offered a shrug of his own. "Feels like a storm coming in." He answered.

"I see."

"Good to see you again."

"Good to see you too, gramps."

(c) Sara Harricharan

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Blast (Flash Fiction)

Found in Google Images

“Run!” The shout came from the overhead fielder. He charged down the greenery, half-sliding and skidding as he drew near. “Run for your lives!”

The shout and cry was echoed through the entire camp and within seconds, an assembly of trained and armed fighters stood at the ready. The elementals were in front, their hands burning with flames and ice, with the earth movers in the back and the windwalkers in the side.

Within a smattering of minutes, the entire left countryside was filled with the bravest hearts of the Ayden lands.

The overhead fielder glided to a halt before the tallest earth mover. “Run.” He panted. “They’re running.”

And the first blast shook the ground.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Friday, February 24, 2012

Loss (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“It’s your loss.” She watched him walk away. Her hands fisted in her coat pockets, but she turned with her head held high and continued down the hallway. Her mind flickered back to the argument and then to the words that perhaps, neither of them had really meant.

But words spoken remain spoken and can never be un-spoke.

She sucked in a breath and softly blew it out. “Yeah, it’s your loss.” She whispered. A tear trickled down, unbidden. “Not mine.” Her nose grew red. “Definitely not mine.”

His footsteps faded away.

He faltered once.

She almost smiled. 

(c) Sara Harricharan

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Medical (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“It’s a medical thing.”

She stared at him. “That’s all you have to say? After all of this time? After what we’ve been through together?”

“Together?” He mocked. “Don’t give me all that rot. You sound like some whiny housewife right out of a television drama.”

“At least I’m not trying to be a self-centered pyscho-”

“CUT!” The director yelled. He rubbed his forehead. “Lucy, Dan, I know you two have been getting along now, but the fight scenes are scripted for a reason. You have to repeat the actual words with feeling, not water it down for–oh never mind.”

The actor and actress in question were already across the set in each others’ arms.

“Medical thing?” The director repeated. He rubbed his face.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Gallery (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


The gallery was nearly empty, filled with the shadows of the afternoon sun and lurkers who weren’t brave enough to show their face during the benefit gala.

“It’s lovely.” A veiled woman in black nodded towards a gilt-framed piece. “What do you think, darling?”

The chubby fellow beside her merely wrinkled his nose. “That ugly thing? Never!”

Her shoulders drooped and her head bowed.

The attendant watched him waddle away and then reached into the open glass case to his left. He lifted out the ancient dagger and handed it to the veiled woman.

She accepted with one velvet gloved hand. “Confirmed?”

“Lights out in five, madam.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: And yes, this was subjected to a secondary prompt of spy/assassin in a high-society. I was aiming for cliche.

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Kimira's Eyes : Sara Harricharan : Inspirational Short Story
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Curse (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“What is it?” She reached towards the golden amulet. Awe was painted across her pretty face.

“Don’t touch it!” He surged froward, grabbing her hand away. “Don’t.” He took a few shaky breaths, cradling her hand close to his chest. He then whirled around on her. “Are you insane, woman?” The words came out harsher than he’d intended. “Do you have sand for brains or worse, air?”

She yanked her hand free from him with a huff. “I don’t need to-”

“Haydilon’s Curse, woman.” He growled out, his anger slowly simmering. “Do you know nothing of cursed artifacts? Your parents would have...surely you are not this stupid to think that a mere–” He threw up his hands. “Never mind. We’ve found it. We know it exists and we’re leaving now.”

“Leaving?” She protested. “But-!”

“Yes, leaving. Because if you’d touched, we wouldn’t even exist right now and neither would anything within a five-hundred mile radius. This, young lady, was your first and last excursion.”

“But Uncle-!

(c) Sara Harricharan

Monday, February 20, 2012

Balloon (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


It was a great big balloon, with every color of the rainbow shimmering from it.

They watched as it grew larger and larger. It was beautiful.There were just a few minutes left.

“All ready!” The air man called out.He gave a quick puff to the air horn that hung 'round his neck.

Cheers, whoops and whistles filled the air.

“Be ready!” He called out.

The balloons began to rise from the ground.

“Eyes up and weights off!”

A loud roar rose up from the crowds as the balloons rose up in the air, a shimmering of color and hope.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Shelter (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“Come in, quickly!”

She was a pretty young thing, with a wicker basket tucked in the crook of her elbow and her mouth curved upwards in a smile as she waved towards the father-son duo.

“I don’t bite and it’s dry and warm in here.” She held open the curtain door to her hut. “The animals will be fine. The courtyard is warded with a protection circle. It keeps all animals safe. You’d like it better in here though.”

The father moved first, and the son followed immediately afterwards. They gratefully stepped into the shelter and were waved towards the fireplace in the corner.

“I’ll get it going in a second.” She deposited the basket on the counter and whipped off the damp shawl, threading it over a clothesline intersecting the hut. She winked at the fireplace and a spark of fire leapt to life.

The father stiffened and turned to her. She met his gaze steadily.

The boy stared, eyes-wide and open-mouthed.

He’d never seen a girl with two-colored eyes before. .

(c) Sara Harricharan

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Track (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images



“Stand back, I can’t see.”



“Watch where you’re putting your elbow, you big oaf!”

“Stop calling me-!”

“Boys!” The stern teacher’s voice brought the appropriate silence to the rowdy group of young athletes. “Must I remind you that this is an incredible honor and treating it as anything less than the privilege it is will result in a one-way trip home?”

There were no immediate answers, but the few nervous shuffles said enough.

The man sighed. “So good of you all to listen.” He snapped. “Now then, this track is a one-of-a-kind and you will be having your shoes checked before you even think of stepping onto it. I expect to see your warm-ups and cool-downs without having to breathe down your necks and I expect you to make use to the facilities and the assistance offered. It would be a shame to let it go to waste and I do expect to see results in the upcoming tournament." He paused, checking the reactions and nodding. "Now then, shall we?"

A resounding cheer meet his ears.

He almost smiled.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Friday, February 17, 2012

Dragonchilde (Friday Fiction)

Hey everyone! I have the lovely  pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction this week! I do hope you can stop by and join in the fun. All you need is a story to share and a way for folks to comment. Then add your name and link to the widget below!

Author's Ramblings: I've got dragons on the brain. *wince* Sorry! I'm afraid this piece might make far more sense in my head than on paper, but it simply won't let it alone and Gayle, well, she just likes getting her own way and then I decided on emptying my head a bit, so here we go! It is an excerpt from a WIP, so be warned. It is rough.  Do enjoy the read and let me know what you think. Love it? Hate it? Not quite your cup of tea? Leave a comment and let me know. Cheers!
Found on Google Images. I thought it fit.

Christian Fantasy : Contemporary : Excerpt

“Is she here yet?”

“Not yet. I can’t hear her.”

“Check again.”

“Already did. Stop talking.”

“She’s running late.”

“By half and parsed seconds. Shut up.”

“She’s running late, Todd!”

“As if I don’t know that, would you calm down already?”

“They could’ve gotten to her by now!”

“And if they did, then neither of us would be standing here so calmly.” He huffed. “For goodness sake’ Gayle, get ahold of yourself!”

“I do have a—oh shut up, you big-!”

“Shh. Is that her?”

“Oh, so now you’re hearing her?”

He glared at her, but the look was somewhat tempered. “You’re dancing on ice.” He muttered. “Were it any other man here but me.” He stuffed his hands deeper into the pockets of his thin jacket.

“Don’t talk to me about ice.” She shivered. “And never mind, you love me anyway ‘cause I’m adorable, remember?”

“I’m trying. It’s rather hard to do.”

She stuck her tongue out. “I hope you’re right and that better be her.”

“Cold?” He stomped his feet as quietly as he dared, using the movements to push his energy over him to provide what tentative warmth that he could. Winter was really the worst season out of them all.

She scowled at him.

His hands fell out from his pockets and he rubbed them briskly together. After a moment, he extended his arms.

She eyed him warily. “We can’t.”

“If they were going to find us, they’d have done it by now.” His arms fell back to his sides and he brought his hands up to blow on them. His breath made the customary puffs of white in the wintry air. "What sort of dunce do you take me for? Surely you don't expect me to watch you freeze simply because you don't feel like using your brain."

Her smile trembled. “She’ll be here, won’t she?”

“She’ll be here.”

“You’re sure?”

“Hawks came through for you, kiddo.” He snagged her coat sleeve and gave it a good tug. She tumbled back into his arms and he hugged her close. “He’s never let any of you kids down.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“You’re centuries younger than me and therefore that makes you a kid, youngling.” He pressed a kiss to her cool forehead. “You are freezing.” His brow furrowed together. “Aren’t you regulating your body heat?”

“Like I have time for that.” Her teeth began to chatter. “Where is she?”

“Hush.” He tightened his hold on her. “You’ve plenty of time. Start now. Are you trying to give me grey scales?”

“No need, Tracey’s got that all covered.” 

He growled, low in his throat.

She ignored it.


“Don’t wanna!”

He let go and gave her a shove forward. “That wasn’t a suggestion, child.” The hint of ancients tinged his voice. “Now, before you freeze to death.”

She sniffed, skittering back a few safe steps. “I’ll be fine. I’m half ice anyway, what’s it matter?” She hopped a few times. “Hawks should be here by now.”

“It’s Hawks, of course he’s not here yet. You’re changing the subject and I’ve noticed. Try harder next time.”

“I hear something.”

“I can’t sense her yet. It’s nothing.”

“I heard something!”

“You’re hearing nothing!” This time, his blue eyes flashed a dark shade of grey. “Now, Shura!”

There was a half-angry shriek and then where the young woman had been standing, a small dragon crouched, shivering  in the shelter and shadow of the cold woods.

Todd’s frown eased a mere fraction. “You have your own self to blame for that.” He scolded. “Center your energies and push them outward. Use the effort to generate some heat and then direct it where you need it.”

A whiny snort came from the little creature—a delicate, scaled figure no higher than his waist, a brilliant snowy-white with sky-blue runes tattooed across the broad back and strong shoulder blades. When the snort didn’t earn a reply, the dragon attempted a whimper.

The man didn’t bother to answer that.

Something rustled ahead in the bushes and his head whipped around in that direction. “Stay!” He growled to his side and leapt forward, morphing in mid-motion, a blur of green and brown.

Angry snarls and a sudden backlash of energy fanned out into the little clearing where Gayle waited. She fell over onto her side with a squeak of surprise, scaled wings and paws struggling to right her in the aftermath.


A keening wail built in her throat, but she didn’t dare release it. They’d been through that conversation before he’d agreed to bring her along. She must remain silent. He’d extracted her honorable promise that she would.

He gave her no choice.

The white dragon quivered for a moment, a faint sniffle coming from the slender snout.

Crashing underbrush signaled the approach of something.

With some effort, she drew on her natural talents, calling up the chameleon-esque ability to blend into her surroundings. 

Relief swamped her a moment later when a humanoid Todd stumbled back to her, a golden armful, cradled close to his chest. There were several angry slashes on his formerly flawless face. The redness streamed down in shaky, sluggish rivulets.

“Take her!” He thrust the armful towards her as the white dragonet morphed from beast to beauty in a heartbeat. “She’s safe. Keep her safe.” His dark eyes pierced through her. “Swear it on your honor, Gayle. May The One go with you. Do not stay back for me!”

A roar sounded hollowly behind them.

The instinctive shudder that spasmed through her human body drew a strangled cry that lodged in her throat.

“Your honor, Gayle!” Desperation showed in dark eyes that were rapidly fading to blue.


“You must protect her.” He whispered. “Do not let all the sacrifices up to now go to waste for the sake of  your own selfishness, child. Go.” This time, the full weight of his ancient tone swept over her.

Gayle choked. Tears streamed down her face, a silent cry burning up as she realized what he was doing. She could not—would not—be able to deviate. The Voice sang through her veins and prompted the transformation that sprouted thick, leathery wings from betwixt her shoulder blades.

Warmth flooded through her body as she shed the caution that had demanded she hide her very self—her dragon aura. The energy rippled through her in powerful, successive waves. With a powerful heave and a quiet grunt, Gayle was airborne.

Soft snuffles came from the precious bundle in her arms and she dared to look down. A cherubic dragonet of shimmering gold and jade peered sleepily up at her. The unguarded and innocent expression was marred by the backdrop of shaking trees as they rose higher in the air.

Flame and smoke began to show.

Gayle drew a shaky breath. He’d win. He always won.

Trees crashed. Roars vibrated through the chilly air.

She squeezed the bundle to her chest, vaguely aware that the baby dragon had shifted forms to a human toddler—sensing her distress and not knowing how to handle it in its true form.

A horrible, terrible cry rent through the air.

She cried as her wings carried them to safety.

© Sara Harricharan. 

A/N: And, well? Did you like it? LOL. To clarify, the idea is dragons who use halfling forms, appearing human until their natural forms are required. I am also using the idea of dragons being protective of their young and living for centuries, so Todd is a rather old, elder dragon and Gayle happens to be a youngling who he's mentored for a bit. Shura is also a nickname for female dragon/youngling. Todd means it as an affection and somewhat of a last resort. Anyway, thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed the read! ^_^ 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Flirt (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“What a flirt!” Susan tossed her head. She pursed cherry-pinked lips into something vaguely resembling a sneer. “Honestly, I can’t even go anywhere these days without boys practically flinging themselves into my-”

“Would you just shut up, Stevenson?” The drawling command came from Kelsey Martin, a dishwater blonde with a scar stretching from one eyebrow to her jawline. “No one really cares what you think of Gerald Kymer.”

The redhead huffed and puffed for a moment, before the cherry lips curved into a pout. “You’re just jealous because none of them asked you dance. Guess they can tell your dance skills by looking at your face.”

“Jealousy looks good on you.” The blonde retorted. She never paused in her getaway stroll. “Don’t bother to take it off.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Gift (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


I was always surprised by gifts. I still am.

My therapist would give you a long, complicated explanation of how a loss of self-esteem and a less-than-stellar childhood might have contributed to long-term behavior patterns. I would tell you that such nonsense fits the bill for psychobabble.

That same therapist would tell you that I am deserving of the gestures that people have thought to extend.

I still remain flat out thrilled and floored every single time someone chooses to show their appreciation for my quiet existence. From a toothbrush to new pack of highlighters or Christmas pajamas and spiced red Tea.

I am thankful. Bewildered, puzzled and probably over-thinking it all.

It is always beyond me how anyone could think that I am worth the trouble of a gift. From my own twisted point of view, I find it easy to give gifts to those around me. So easy to give.

So hard to accept.

How strange to know that people truly care.

(c) Sara Harricharan

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  A Heart-Wrenching Talent : Sara Harricharan : Inspirational Short Stor

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Carnival (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


He almost hadn't brought her to the carnival. But now, such thoughts left him. She was speaking and he tried to listen.

“...Cotton candy?” Her eyes were wider than the first-place trophy on the cake table. “A whole cone, all for myself?”

The man in black swallowed hard, working to keep his temper under control as he favored the little imp with what he hoped was a normal smile. “Yes, a whole one. You can have two, if you want.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely positive. I won’t go broke from buying two cones of cotton candy.”

The smile wavered and her grip on his sleeve tightened. “T-thank you…Da.”

“You’re more than welcome, brat.” He said. The smile was fond this time. He’d buy her a thousand cones of cotton candy if she asked. Anything, anything at all to make up for the years lost between them. The next idiot to stand between him and his daughter would be eating out of a straw.

She smiled.

His world melted.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Monday, February 13, 2012

Maze (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


“I’ll be waiting for you.” His grip on my hand didn’t even lessen. “I’ll be on the other side.”

“I know.” I didn’t try to pull away. “I’ll walk as fast as I can.”

“Fly, if you must.” He whispered.

“If I must.” I tried to smile for him, for us.

“You have to go now.”

“I know.”

“They’ll eat their words when you come out on the other end.”

“I know.”

“They’ll never be able to hold this against us again.”

“I know.”

“I…love you.”

“See you on the other side.” I pulled free from his hands and ran to the entrance of the maze. I did not look back. I would find the exit. He would wait. I would find him. No matter the cost.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Festival (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images

The lights flashed around us in a blur. I heard people  as they laughed and screamed, enjoying the one night in the week where insanity could rule.

“Noisy, isn’t it?” She ducked under a set of streamers, her hand lax in mine as we headed to the cherry blossom tree.

“It's always like this.” I tightened my grip on her hand and tugged her closer to the magical light beneath the tree. She'd wanted to see it. Had said she couldn't spare the time. “Like it?” I'd ignored her protests and dragged her along for the fun.

“It’s different.” She stared up into the cherry willow branches, her eyes aglow with the reflections of the Christmas lights strung throughout. "Beautiful in real life."

“So, next year, you think you might wanna…?”

“Ask me next year.” She stifled a yawn. “Let’s get through this year first."

"Okay. Sure." 

Her grip on my hand tightened.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Adopt (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images

"Well, what if I don't want you to adopt  me?" She threw the pillow at him and then the bottle of body lotion from the nightstand. "What if I don't want to have anything to do with you crazy-!"

"I'm not giving you that choice."

"Oh, so now I'm gonna be your prisoner and-"

"I'll adopt you now and if you change your mind later, we can just pretend it didn't happen."

"It doesn't work that way!"

"It works the way we want it to."

"You're insane!"

"Certifiably--but I'm not going to change my mind, just because you think you're not worth it."

"I'm not." She glared through her tears. "I'm really  not. You don't want me."

"Sure I do." He bent down and snagged the pillow. "All of you--including the part that throws pillows-" he threw the pillow "and bottles." The bottle is placed on the nightstand.

Suddenly, she's in his arms and it's alright again. He hasn't broken a single promise yet and somehow, she thinks that he really does care. After all, it's his life and he can choose.

He chose her.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Friday, February 10, 2012

Pony (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. <3

“It’s a pony.”

“Isn’t he beautiful?”

“It’s a pony.”

“Just look at that face–how adorable!”

“It’s a pony.”

“And he’s got the sweetest little whuffle when you do this and–babe, are you listening?”

“It’s a pony–a real pony.”

“I know. He’s a real sweetheart too. Now, would you please listen while I-”

“You bought me a real, live pony.”


“I love you forever.”

The annoyed expression significantly dimmed as my darling digested that particular declaration. He chose to acknowledge it with a a kiss to the back my hand that had found its way into his.
“Love you too. Now, I was saying, he’s a real-”

(c) Sara Harricharan

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Butterfly (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images

Like a butterfly.

The soft smile on her face, the fluttering of eyelids too heavy to lift and the brilliance of color that shows in her pale features.

Like a butterfly.

I see her and I see strength. I see the soul inside who drew on everything she had and all that she was to bring her through life to this point. I see her now, as the sun is fading away as the time is coming.

I see her smile and laugh. She is just like a butterfly.

She is beautiful and fragile, but I love her. I love her so very much.


(c) Sara Harricharan

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Walls (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images, courtesy of


The walls are closing in.

So tight. So small. So thick.

I fear I’ll be squashed like a ripe autumn pumpkin, betwix walls of brick. Without a care and without a trick. They are old. They are grey. They have not lost their way. They stood here and waited for me.

How lovely for wonderful me.

I’m so excited–can’t hardly breathe!

The walls are crumbling and caving in and guess what?

Soon I will be free!

(c) Sara Harricharan

Monday, February 6, 2012

Orbit (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


She’s walking down the corridor again, with that happy, carefree smile that makes too many heads turn. I could yell at her. I could shout and growl and snarl. But I won’t. I’ll stand still and watch with pained eyes and clenched fists.

Because she means the world to me.

She’ll go on and live a happier life than I can give her and I won’t complain. I won’t even dream of thinking of interfering. I’ll just stand here and let her walk by.

Because she means the world to me.

As she’s passing with the breath of every season wrapped around her. The smile she smiles for me, makes my heart bleed and burn.

Yet we are pawns. Pieces in a game that never grows old. 

Because she is my planet and I will never leave orbit.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Camera (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images



The camera shutter flickered up and down.

She smiled, balancing half-heartedly along the thin, stone wall. “Did you get it?”

“Almost, I think.” He fumbled with the camera and smiled. It was the best he could offer, a shy, sweet smile that made her own reflection of it several times brighter.

“Try again.” She called out. This time she held her arms open wide and turned, facing the horizon was if she were a sea wife, waiting for the sea to bring her husband home.”

The photography student peered through the viewer again, the easy smile staying on his face. It was working after all. The sea always cheered her up. Now, if he could just play his part in this game, he'd be able to touch her--to make her see life again, to remind her to smile. Hope lingered as he depressed the shutter once more.

"Did you get it?" She called again. She turned to look over her shoulder.


(c) Sara Harricharan

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Plans (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


"For I know the plans I have for you..."

Yes, plans, but Lord--help me. How am I to stay sane for these plans to come to past? I feel as if I am being torn apart the harder I try to cling to you. What am I doing wrong?

What is wrong with me?

"Plans to prosper you and not to harm you..."

But I'm being torn apart and you're not doing anything? Please...I don't know what's going on and I"m scared. I'm so afraid. Why are you letting this happen? Why won't you stop it?

What have I done to deserve this?

"Plans to give you hope and a future"

I don't really get it, but I kind of do. Go ahead. It's okay. I'm sorry I've been complaining, but please, go ahead. Tear me apart, as long as your hands are the ones putting me back together again. I know you do not simply 'let' things happen, that which will happen, does.

You are my strength through this. Always.

For your plans are absolute.

Absolute perfection.

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: Verse used is Jeremiah 29:11 NIV.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Random Questions for Writers (2011 Edition)

I meant to do this last year. Really. No, I'm not kidding! It just kind of...yeah, read on, if you would, please and thank you. (Oh and apologies if a hundred posts suddenly appear in the next few hours or so. I'm catching up. Cheerio! ~S

-Do you have a pen/pencil collection? How many of those are chewed?
A set of new gel pens and a set of Zebra mechanical pencils with caps on the erasers. I do not share these. I do not chew them either. Well, the pencils, I mean, those are all plastic, the pens have those lovely little grey comfort grips and they remind me of taffy...

-Do you prefer handwriting or typing furiously?
Typing furiously! I can now make my hands type faster than I can write and believe me, I can write pretty quickly when I've a mind to. It's a helpful skill to have when my brain thinks it owns me.

-How often do you get inspiration?
When I think. No kidding. I hold firm to my resolve that there is no such thing as Writer's Block. Seriously, do you get I-can't-find-my-slippers-block or I'm-too-tired-to-brush-my-teeth-block and whatever? No? Guess what, me neither. If I want to be specifically inspired, then I log onto and browse through the pretty pictures. Most of the time though, I just close my eyes.

-Are you blogging this on a computer or laptop? Desktop!

-Do you get inspiration more in the early morning or late at night? Late night. Still. Ack. I can't believe it, but I'm not going to complain. Some of my best ideas come while I'm brushing my teeth or my hair right before bed. Hmm. Maybe brushes have something to do with that.

-Do certain movies/books/music inspire you? Ah, yes. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson with "There is only one dumbbell." "S-so what if there is only one dumbbell? Hang the dumbbell!" "You can't hang it until you find it." Way to go, Watson. *highfives*

-How do you incorporate God into your stories? Recently? It's been first person, kind of in your face POV and when I've calmed down a bit, it's rather subtle and might be more hinted than expressly pointed out. I love it when I can make it 'fit' so well into a story that it just belongs there..

-Do you kill off your villains or make them repent? I now reform them. Well, some of them. Some are too far gone and I have no intention of helping them--seriously, and you wouldn't help them either knowing that they deserve what they've got coming. *eyeroll* The ones that can be re.

-Are the majority of your characters magical beings, humans, or halflings? How about...not quite human? lol. I don't really 'do' magic, I prefer powers derived or having some root from science and when not possible or being gifts from God, things that are inherited or they are born with, or something they can accept. Magic works too though, I just don't use it as a fallback. If that even makes sense.

-What genre of writing are you most comfortable in? Fantasy. Then some non-technical sci-fi, followed by inspirational shorts and mystery. Adventure is working its way in there as well, it's less work plot-wise. But I've written across most genres.

-Do you work better alone or with someone else? Solo is best, but I've done well with combined projects. Plenty of silliness and interesting writing. Just me is best though, because my ideas are pretty out there.

-Do your stories make sense, or do they ramble wildly? Most of the time they make sense to me and rambling to others. I love it when it all makes sense to everyone.

-Are your characters mostly Renegades, Peacekeepers or a mish-mash? Mish-mash. They are half angle, half rebel and pretty proud of it. It makes them unique. Once in awhile, I'll stereotype them though.

-Are you a sucker for good grammar? What I know, yes...beyond the basics, um, no. LOL. Wish I could, but only commas and capitalization (and quotations marks and, and...) bug me. :P

-How is your handwriting? Lovely. It changes every year. Pretty stick-shaped, with curls on a few spots here and there.

-How evil are your villains? Can't purify bad blood kind of bad. But I know them and some of them could possibly in another realm, life and good. Maybe. I thin. Not. Probably.

-Are you long-winded or succinct? Long winded. I can make a story out of anything and then explain that something out of nothing and...well, you get the picture.

-Do you have typical writer traits such as ink stains on your fingers or a pencil behind your ear? Those aren't typical anymore...I don't think. lol. But, I do have calluses on my writing hand, short fingernails to type quick and I like chocolate. All the modern writer traits. ^_^

-Would someone walking past you on the street consider you normal? Depends. Most of the time I look slightly normal. :P

-Do you write mostly poetry, stories, novels or a mixture? A mixture. Everything--I've probably written it/tried it at one time or another. Mostly stories though, short fiction and novel-length.

-Do your characters vary in accents, appearance and attitude or are they mostly the same? Vary! Most of the time extremely different--a nice, subtle example at present is the Eira and Dark Phoenix serial currently running and then characters such as the Trial by Fire short piece.

-Do real people and/or places inspire your writing? In villains yes--well, no, I'm not telling. lol. Actually, I only pull traits from actual people, but mostly, it's a soup from the giant simmering brew in my head. The salt would be visiting places close to nature, I love natural beauty and memorials. Bittersweet.

-What is your favorite character? Or do you choose to remain unbiased in case of a revolt? Unbiased! Sort of, but I love Scarletfury(still!) and am now partial to her apprentice, Dev. Second to that, is Mekki Hunter and Dervy(adorable, still, lol) and Layla.

-Do you talk to your characters? Do they talk back? Yes. Oh yes, sometimes they talk too loudly and get me all mixed up. The conversations can go on for awhile. I love getting deeper into their heads and seeing where they come from.

-Are you more comfortable with girl or boy main characters? Mostly female, but I'm told I do fairly well in both.

-Do you follow basic overused plot lines with new twists thrown in or do you depart from the norm all the time? Unless I'm stuck, I use new twists on the old plots. I like the play on emotions or a specific time thing.

-Do you feel God has called you to be a writer/poet? Will you grasp the power of the pen? Yes and with His help I will continue to use this gift for Him.

And done!!!! yay...only took me...wait...for real? ^_^


A is for Again!

a2z: Take 2. Patty Wysong Helping bloggers blog.
To join in this fun meme, click the pic!

I'm doing it again.


I feel I ought to at least scream it out loud at the top of my lungs from somewhere very tall and somewhere very cold.

Probably because it'd have to be a mountaintop and I know it gets pretty cold up there. LOL. Sorry, just kidding, I've been meaning to catch up for some time, but it is pretty hard to keep my krazy life in the usual bubble of control that I like it to be.

Of course, the year's changed over, so that probably has something to do with it.

A is for Again!


I'm being as wonderfully boring as I possibly can. I'm doing this whole alphabet all guessed it...again. I'm sure there's already quite a slew of A's and Again's, but imagine how disconcerting it'd be if I didn't go along with it all.

Wait, it wouldn't?

Huh. Now you tell me.


Just kidding. Again is actually a pretty neat topic when you reflect on it.

For instance, how many moments have you had this week that have something to do with "he/she did WHAT again?" or "Again? I already did that..." or "It's that time of year again..."

Again. It's there. You just can't seem to get away from it, can you? Well, I hope this post helped just a little--if not, well, at least I didn't pick Anime like the last time...



Thursday, February 2, 2012

Epic (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


He stood there and gaped, like a baboon thrown into a New York Traffic Street, with the last memory having something to do with a banana split.

Knowing him as I did, something suggested that I ought to just stand there right alongside him and lend my elegance and taste to the scene.

We stood there.

We stared.

I waited.

He stared some more.

And finally, when I was about ready to whack him about the head and shoulders, he turned with that absolutely angelic smile on his face and breathed the one word that made all the sacrifice worth it.


(c) Sara Harricharan

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Trial by Water (Ebook)

 Trial by Water: Sara Harricharan : Short Story : Christian Fantasy : Book 3 in the Twilight Knight Series

Synopsis: Marcus Gillen is a Twilight Knight with elite Gold Clearance gifted to him since his Knightship. Twilights with Golden Queue training are taught to play a game of wits with their mission objective and Marcus is one of the best. But his latest mission has popped up at a bad time. His gift is water--a double-edged sword to an elemental bearer. It can show him the darkness in the world--and the darkness inside himself. Visiting Kainesworth on assignment opens a new set of puzzles for Marcus, including run-ins with an ancient sea serpent and one strange little girl. Digging deep into his past might provide a few answers, but in doing so, Marcus is forced to take a closer look at himself. The darkness he's fighting may be closer than he thinks. Can he win this game or will he drown trying? Book #3 in the Twilight Knights Series.

Now available for purchase on for $2.99. Click here to purchase. Sample also available for download.

Trial by Air (Ebook)

 Trial by Air : Sara Harricharan : Short Story : Christian Fantasy : Book 2 in the Twilight Knight Series

Synopsis: As a general applicant student in the Twilight Academy, Layta's heart is set on the rank of Twilight Knight. Her dream is impossible unless someone sponsors her. Shatila Briston is the last person she'd expect to offer her that sponsorship. Layta is overjoyed to accept and receives her first assignment as a Twilight Knight. It seems simple enough, but everything is jumbled upon her arrival. It seems that anything that can go wrong, will. In the desert, on her own, with no one but herself to rely on, can Layta survive? Or will the wind finally blow her away? Book Two in the Twilight Knight series.

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Trial by Fire (Ebook)

Trial by Fire : Sara Harricharan : Short Story : Christian Fantasy

Synopsis: In Amerinth, Shatila is a young Twilight Knight up for promotion to the level of Twilight Titan. It is a coveted position she longs for. The only thing standing between her graduation ceremony is a few personal barriers. Can she make peace with her inner self in time to prepare and join the Titan ceremony? All seems possible until Master Dugene interrupts her meditations with one final assignment, an escort mission for a Duke? The last thing Shatila wants is to trek through the dense Amerinth jungle with a clueless noble in tow--but when she wins the mission by demonstration rights, she cannot refuse. Can this frustrated knight handle one final assignment? Or will her temper bring all her hard work crashing down? 

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