Beth Sarah

Joined June 2021

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We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd

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Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge

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lizard king
8:14 just me and mummy cleaning cheerios off the kitchen floor and I put on my shoes pull the velcro strips a few times
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Poets
The bitter eclipse of circumstance
Each morning, as the world comes slowly back into focus, she re- calibrates; striving to find a sense of purpose in the life she is fighting bitterly to forge, brick-by-brick, arduous, often thankless work.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Poets
Chasing a ghost through the vast white. Top Story - February 2024.
“Halligan!” I can see his silhouette some way in the distance. He has been there for a while but he doesn’t seem to move, either toward or away from me.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction
Another Day of Playing by the Book
At seven-thirty he wakes with a jolt to the disingenuous ditty of the alarm Blaring pitilessly to signal the start of a new day; skin gleaming with a film of sweat; heart
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Poets
Ulysses
It usually takes me a day or so to read an average-length novel. This one took eight months. Sometimes it feels like reading in a different language but the layers of meaning behind endlessly visceral scenes seep through like early morning sunlight.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Critique
High Fidelity
I have never read this before, or seen the 2000 movie adaptation. Not a horrible read, featuring perhaps a slightly too believable narrative voice.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Critique
Failed distractions. Top Story - August 2023.
Darling, in your absence the time in my life Is a void - a black empty space in which I am struggling to see the promise That may be hiding in the darkness.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Poets
Distraction
Drink! Imbibe! Succumb to one more Tipple rather than taking any Responsibility or Acknowledging how Crappy things are.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Poets
Morning Theft. Top Story - June 2023.
The impatient June sun has been breaking through the curtains earlier each morning. 5:10. My heart wrenches with a suffocating, syrupy ache as I am drawn into the conscious realization of my new reality.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Fiction
In Search of Lost Time
Consciousness comes upon me like I’m being dragged out of a tar pit. My mouth is dry. As I open my eyes, a judgemental glare of sunlight that permeates a gap in the curtains pierces my retinas. I close them immediately and jolt at the sound of a clang, then metal rolling on wood where my hand has scraped across the table beside the bed. A little thud on the carpet. Reticently, I open my eyes again to see what it was. Ah - just the copper coin I had engraved for Kate three months ago as a gift for our seventh wedding anniversary.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Fiction
Subversive Sandman’s Sad Story
Sunday. Subversive Sandman sits scathing; sips spiced Scotch. Smokes. Stands. Seeks scrapbook’s scrawls: souvenirs showing salacious sins.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Poets
Playing Cat and Mouse in the House of Mirrors
The entryway is the face of a clown and to enter the revellers queue in a bid to pass through its gaping mouth. Its eyes glare down at me with a mad wink and I stifle the impulse to wink back. A flurry of anticipation fizzes in my stomach and dissolves down to my groin. By nature, the transience and anonymity of these things always make them prime scouting locations and I have a feeling that it’s going to be a good night for it.
By Beth Sarah3 years ago in Fiction