Sarah B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

105 karma pts

?

“Happily Never After” by Sarah B

Submitted to Contest #52

I never thought much into why my husband-to-be cared so much about his appearance. I guess I always figured that was just the way he was as a person. I remember all the hours I spent banging on our bathroom door for him to hurry up and finish his hair , because I would be late for work if he didn’t get his arse out the door now!I brushed off his vanity as self-love, and was grateful I had a man who took care of himself well. Even after living together for so long, he would still make a real effort to look...

10 comments 10
Read story

“Serendipity” by Sarah B

Submitted to Contest #51

TRIGGER WARNING: rape and sexual assault.“Anywhere but here” the thought raced through my mind at a million miles a second. “Please,” I continued to beg “anywhere but here.”A new sob filled the quiet night around me. All of nature's noises went silent. It was just me and my broken heart under a never ending sea of stars. Birch trees bordered our farm from all four directions. Most of our land consisted of plain fields that we didn’t bother growing anything on...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Blonde Locks, Kneepads, and a Band-Aid to the Heart” by Sarah B

Submitted to Contest #50

A cackle erupts from the back of my throat. The air escapes my lungs as I laugh louder than I have ever laughed before.“Charlie, Charlie I’m sorry! I can’t breathe!” I shriek.“Sorry for what Grace?”“I- I” gasping, I continue “I'm sorry I called you Char- Charlotte”A smug grin dances onto Charlie’s face as she slowly starts to crawl off me and settles next to me, stretching her arm out, so I can place my head in the nook of her armpit. She wraps a leg around...

3 comments 3
Read story

“A Simple Task ft. Anxiety” by Sarah B

Submitted to Contest #49

The constant flickering of the fluorescent lighting overhead was slowly but surely giving me the mother of all migraines. Distracting myself didn’t work this time. My eyes danced frantically from poster to poster. The whooshing in my ear didn’t seem to fade. Thu-thump; it’s as if the ground shook with every beat my weakened heart gave. Bile burns the back of my throat. What’s going on? I blink. The eeriness of the...

2 comments 2
Read story

Author bio

Hungarian- American living in the UK. I enjoy starting short stories, here to finish them! If you can, I'd love to hear your feedback!