Sarah Burke

“Homeward Bound” by Sarah Burke

The breeze brushes against my skin, caressing my cheek almost as if the mountains themselves know I’m not coming back. All the months of excitement, planning, preparing, frustration, and anticipation built up to this moment. Each moment of the applying, being accepted, registering, packing, and saying goodbyes enumerate themselves in goosebumps on my skin as I’m about to leave. The breeze at home always had a gentle touch, save for the rare storms that brewed and fitfully struck from time to time. It was soft and familiar, sheltered and tame...

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“Rose Petals” by Sarah Burke

Submitted to Contest #49

      Leah picked a random seat in the empty waiting room and parked herself in it, making herself comfortable for the long wait she knew was coming. Well, she’d thought it was empty until she looked up to the row of seats lining the wall opposite hers. Its occupant was small with delicate, feminine features and silver hair captured in an immaculate bun that can only be achieved with decades of practice. Faded blue eyes flicked up in time to catch Leah in the middle of her inspection and instead of the irritated...

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“Someday” by Sarah Burke

Submitted to Contest #48

      Little seven year old Jimmy sat in the window seat of the living room, the same spot he’d been in for six hours since returning from the comic book store with the haul of science fiction delight bought by that week’s allowance. Immersed in the pages synonymous with portals to other worlds, he was no longer the runt of the litter comprised of himself and four older brothers that considered him too little to include in their roughhousing. Shoulder-deep in the whirlwind of action of the Marvel and DC Universe...

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“Buried” by Sarah Burke

Submitted to Contest #47

The wind whips harshly against your face, the burning sensation the only thing you’re able to feel besides the raw ache pulsing within you with every agonized beat coming from your chest. Just the same as yesterday, the previous day, and the day before that. You reach out for his heart of stone in front of you, only to find it as cold as it always is when you’re seeking comfort. Fighting off the impending shiver, you wrap your arms around yourself, not for warmth, but to keep the pieces he broke from falling apart and crumbling down to be st...

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“For Whom the Light in the Bulb Flickers” by Sarah Burke

Submitted to Contest #46

      The bulb hanging over my head filling me with the long-lost need to write doesn’t give me light to see by as I make my way down the path set before me; no, this one is a black light that points out every flaw and chink in the armor I hide behind. This one makes visible to the world the monstrosity that looks back at me every time I have the misfortune of passing a mirror.            For the first time in a long while, I sit in front of the keyboard she...

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