Be Free

She sits alone in the dark

Afraid to light her torch

For fear of what she might see

She can hear the creatures crawling

How close they must be

The darkness in her mind all consuming

The beasts won’t let her be reprieved

Then someone steps up with their torches blazing

Attempting to help her be free

The light from their glow is rather daunting

She’s not sure if she can leave

She sees her surroundings

The stranger’s presence commanding

As he turns and starts to lead

She follows faithfully

And they find a better and brighter way to be

The stranger a stranger no more

He helped her find the strength to leave

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This Poem is out of my in progress collection “The World Around Me” that will, fingers crossed, be published soon.

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My First Collection “My Mind The Menace” was published late last month. YAY! accomplished.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine. This is my first time doing a fiction piece for my entry. I normally relate the topic to my life somehow but this time I decided to do a flash fiction piece. Hope you like it.

Stephanie stood in a state of shock. She just couldn’t fathom it. The strikingly handsome man standing in front of her was telling her his name was Rylan and he was her great grandson from the future and they had to go into the past to save the whole family from a curse that was playing out in his lifetime. Steph needed to sit down. Steph needed at double shot of tequila.

The more she looked at Rylan the more she thought he looked familiar, the more she saw a resemblance between him and her high school sweetheart Tom. He had Tom’s vibrant emerald eyes, scruffy unruly dark brown hair and the shame shaped face, although she never got to see Tom reach his full potential as a man. When she looked at Rylan’s strong broad form, she couldn’t help imagine that’s how he would have turned out. Too beautiful for words.

As Rylan lead her outside to his time machine, which to her eyes just looked like an old beaten up Hilux 4WD Ute. She couldn’t help but think about the last time she had seen Tom. They had been fifteen at the time. Neither of their families approved of their connection. Rylan was from a very wealthy family with a money hungry ogre of a father. Tom’s father wanted Rylan to focus on his studies and join the family law firm or follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a well noted surgeon. Nothing less would do and as far as he was concerned Stephanie and her whole family would ruin the Goodwells reputation.

As for Steph’s family, her father had been killed in a coal mining accident when she was only fine and she’d grown up an only child living with her Grandmother Martha and mother May, both practising loyal religious Wiccans. The three of them lived as green a life as possible, loving and respecting nature, but this ‘hippy’ approach made the neighbourhood think they were crazy hippies and witches.

While all three of the ladies had traditional witchy powers the reason the natural witches blood line had survived so long was because they didn’t go around reading people fortunes or making love potions, or messing with fate or other people’s lives. They simply worshiped and worked the land and tried to keep their ceremonies a secret.

Tom knew what Steph was, she had let him carry out simple thankfulness and happiness ceremonies with him. In fact he was the only person she’d ever spoke to outside of the family about any of it. Everyone at school just thought she was some tree loving hippy and she was ok with that.

Steph was snapped out of her daydream to reality when she saw inside the old Hilux. Where the simple old Hilux Dash should have been there was flashing lights, buttons and things she couldn’t describe, it looked like something out of a fighter jet. A futurist fighter jet. She questioned Rylan as to what exactly he needed her help with and where they were going. Problem was she wasn’t really listening, she kept thinking about Tom. So when there was a high pitch squeal and a flash of bright white light she had no idea what was going on.

As the light faded and she looked around, she was in the bush up the back of her old high school. But this bush didn’t exist anymore it had been turned into a shopping complex and a new housing estate. She got out of the Hilux / Time Machine and looked around dazed, as she looked back down towards the school, she could she two kids running flat out to get back inside the grounds. It was her and Tom. It sent a shiver down her spine, so many times had her and Tom snuck out of the grounds to muck around in the caves at the back of the school.

Stephanie looked around for Rylan still trying to believe what her eyes saw. Rylan was standing at the entrance of one of the caves beckoning her in, she shook her head as she reached where he was standing and demanded to know what was going on and why he had brought her here, he rolled his eyes and went into a long winded explanation, she only caught bits of it as she was staring back down the hill reminiscing. She caught about this much; On this day in the caves she had lost a bracelet and Rylan had brought her back to find it, because unbeknown to her, her mother or her grandmother the bracelet that had been passed down through the family wasn’t just a good luck type charm bracelet as they had always thought, it did in fact have secret shielding abilities against something called a Vaper, she didn’t want to know what that was. She was confused as to why he couldn’t just look for it himself, but he stated that no one had ever seen it since her, so he didn’t know what it looked like. Strange she thought, but she continued to describe it. She was really starting to think that nothing made sense, like how did he know she lost it on this day and how did he even know it ever existed, and hell a frigging time machine that looked like an old Ute. Before she could make up her mind as were to go from here, Rylan shouted ‘’FOUND IT” and held the Amethyst and Onyx bracket that Steph hadn’t seen for years in his hand. Steph was starting to worry that she may have made some sort of monumental mistake, but she got no impression of evil or wrong doing from Rylan, in fact when she read his soul, he seemed perfectly pure. This puzzled her even more.

Rylan hurried her back to the Ute and before she knew it she was standing on the curb of her apartment block watching Rylan drive down the street then bursting into a ball of light.

She felt like she was going to pass out, she was so overwhelmed. She went inside and made a cup of tea, but nothing would calm her down. She went down to the garages and reversed out her hybrid Honda Civic and floored the little engine as fast as she could over to her Grandmother and Mother’s house, the house she grew up in, there she thought she’d be safe and could talk this all out with her favourite two people on earth.

As Steph pulled into the street she saw a black BMW parked out the front of their house. Her whole body started to shake and her vision went fuzzy. She was screaming at herself in her head “WHAT HAVE I DONE”. As she got out of her car and walked to the front door she could see her mum talking to someone, he turned around and at first she thought it was Rylan, then he spoke and called out her name. It was Tom. She promptly passed out and fell in a heap on the front lawn.

The end …… Or is it?

More info on the Challenge here >>

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/writing-challenge-time-machine/

Arms Around Me

My Mind the Menace a debut poetry collection by new to the publishing world poet Sarah Fairbairn. That’s Me That’s Me.

This is a collection from a darker period in Sarah’s life, a period she is happy to say she made it through. Here as a teaser is two poems from the collection available now at Smashwords.

Arms around me

I want to run and hide

Down deep inside

How happy I would be

You no longer poisoning my mind

Please set my soul free

I’d no longer need to lie

Without your arms around me

But I’m frozen in pain

Shame won’t let me leave

The failure I’ve become

Is unbecoming to me

You no longer by my side

I’d set my soul free

But with you till I die

I told you I would be

So here still I lie

With your arms around me

I feel the need to cry

But the tears won’t leave me

While you wallow in sorrow and self-pity

Why don’t you just leave me?

All the past tears we’ve cried

With your arms around me

I’m trying to figure out why

And if I should leave

But with you till I die

I told you I would be

So here still I lie

With your arms around me

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About the Author  That’s Me That’s Me.

When Sarah Fairbairn Isn’t at her day job, dancing around annoying the other employees at her family’s mechanical workshop, or running around and looking after her two boys, her Nine month old Son and her Husband, she locks herself away in her Bat Cave or rather Sac Cave, fully fitted out with an old lounge chair and dining table as a writing desk, typing out her blog posts, trying to get some reading done and or cruising the web. Her poetry is usually scribbled on bits of paper scattered over her work desk, car and handbag, as thoughts always strike her at the most inconvenient moments or when she is without her much loved tablet PC. She has been writing poetry since High School and has a passion for reading, although having a small child leaves her less time read these days as she would like.

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Take me home

My Mind the Menace my debut poetry collection is out now, This poem is included in it. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/423080

Absidity Art's avatarRIOT’S REDEMPTION

The clock is ticking

So fucking what

When did I ever care about that

They drag me down into their den

And I’ve got to try and claw my way out again

I click my heels together

A million times

Looks like they aren’t magic

These shoes of mine

My soul bleeds and bleeds until I’m bone dry

But why the fuck can’t I just die

I sit here

But no tears can I cry

Sit here and wonder why

Please world leave me the hell alone

Please heart take me home

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Shame

My Mind the Menace a debut poetry collection by new to the publishing world poet ***ME*** Sarah Fairbairn.

This is a collection from a darker period in my life, a period I am happy to say I made it through. Here as a teaser is one of the poems from the collection available now at Smashwords.

Shame

You are self-scented

But self-sufficient you are not

Your arguments for your behaviour are rot

You will never grow up

You were not taught how

A responsible adult is all I ask for

All I get is a childish howl

You are never happy with what you’ve got

And some of what you think you’ve got

You have not

You lost my love

Betrayed by my fraying heart

From this life we started living

I did depart

I am not only to blame

Although I’ll take on all the shame

To washed up madness you have driven me

A life full of joy

You have not given me

To think I once thought you might be

The one who was meant for me

Seeds don’t sow with only neglect

I am sure one day you will reflect

And regret you did not look after me

Now watch me take away

What you thought was your happy

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About the Author

When I’m not at my day job, dancing around annoying the other employees at my family’s mechanical workshop, or running around and looking after my two boys, my Nine month old Son and Husband, I lock myself away in my Bat Cave or rather Sac Cave, it’s fully fitted out with an old lounge chair and dining table as a writing desk, I’ll be typing out my blog posts, trying to get some reading done and or cruising the web. My poetry is usually scribbled on bits of paper scattered over my work desk, car and handbag, as thoughts always strike me at the most inconvenient moments or when I’m without my much loved tablet PC. I have been writing poetry since High School and have a passion for reading, although having a small child leaves me less time read these days as I would like.

Subscribe to My Blog: http://www.sarahalison27.org

Follow Me on Twitter: http://twitter.com/@SarahAlison27

Friend Me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SarahAlison27

Favourite Me at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/sarahalison27

Connect with Me on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SarahAlison27

Caught: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

I dash as fast as I can into the cover of the forest, but as soon as I reach the safety of cover, I trip on a gnarled tree root. My ankle is screaming in pain. I try to get to my feet but my jeans are caught. I hear the mutant unicorn call out to its herd. I free myself and run as fast as I can. Even without the injured ankle I can’t match the speed and agility of the wicked monstrosities that are hunting me down. I can hear them closing in behind me. They’ve caught me.

Death Trap: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

This is my first attempt at the Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge, so be kind LOL 🙂

Death Trap

I stood breathing heavily, being as still as I could possibly be as the old elevator clunked and rattled around me.

It ground to a halt on the top floor. With an ear piercing screech I scraped the old metal gates open and stepped out. I let out a sigh, I hadn’t plummeted to my death and the decrepit old thing had managed to struggle, surge and take me up to the loft in this rank old warehouse.

What was he thinking? I swear my boyfriend is nuts for purchasing this old rundown warehouse, the lift alone is a death trap.

Please child stop crying

This poem came to me this morning while I had a sooky, sleepy baby sitting in my lap, I thought you all might enjoy it.

Please child stop crying

Yes there is no denying

You’re in pain

Please child stop crying

Your tears are driving me insane

Please child stop crying

The way you are screaming

With your wet cheeks gleaming

The neighbours will think you’re dying

I keep and keep trying

To sooth and calm you

Please child stop crying

You’re making me cry to

Please kid I’ve only got 2 hands

And I’ve done all I can

And it’s really hard to think at 2am

Please child stop crying

Go to sleep

Come on there’s no harm in trying

Mummy will pass out on the floor and try to

Places

Places: Post 58 of 365 post prompts 2014 (M29)

Places: Today’s post asks us; Beach, Mountain, Forest, or somewhere else entirely?

The sweet delicious smell of white cedar trees fills the air and I see the beautiful trees everywhere with their delicate white, pink and purple flowers.

I’m standing out the front of my Grandparent’s onsite Caravan at Lostock Caravan Park, a place that fills a lot of my childhood memories.

There are beautiful green rolling hills all around me and I’m filled with a sense of love and happiness.

I can hear the rapids running, the cows mooing and life singing along.

As the day turns into night camp fires are lit and the air fills with another of my favourite smells.

I sit and warm myself. My soul is at peace. My soul is home.

Comedy of Errors

Comedy of Errors – Post 55 of 365 writing post prompts 2014 (M29)

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Today’s post asks us to write about a time when everything did go wrong (Fiction Encouraged).

Once upon a time

In a land not far away

I was supposed to get married

To a bloke named Murphy

Oh yay!

But on the day there was a massive storm

And by the time I made it to the chapel

The wind had blown the roof away

And turned the chapel to rubble

We made it to a replacement

A little country chapel on a hill

And as we were about to say the words

There came another wicked rumbling still

We were trampled by herds

The cows came charging in

And carried Murphy off

After all this I was rather cross

My beautiful white dress was soaked right through

And when I thought it couldn’t get worse

I tripped and fell in cow poo

I made my way home

And a few days later

A call came from Murphy

The cows had carried him half way round Australia

He said he wanted to try again

I told him there was no way the cows had killed all the men that were going to cater

No Yay!

I was sad and solemn as I hung up the phone

All I wanted was a man with which I could create a nice little home

So I went down the street

And who did I happen to meet

A man named bob

He was rather drunk on grog

And he agreed to marry me right there

We ran off and eloped

Bob was better than I had hopped

But every now and then I miss Murphy

Maybe I should have married that man

Oh well it’s too late now

I still cry every time I see a cow