Beth Sarah
Bio
We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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Stories (45/0)
After the End
1. ‘Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.’ Admiral Bain lifted a patterned whiskey tumbler to his lips. Cubes of ice clinked against the glass as he lowered it again. The entire back wall of his large office in Symcel 1 was a window that looked out over the impossible endlessness of the universe. He swallowed and the bittersweet amber liquid burned his throat as he stared out at the distant stars pensively.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction
Rabbithole
My eyes opened to the incessant and unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights; and the rough, irritating itch of blue polyester fabric, against which my face was lying. As consciousness drifted slowly through me, I realised that I was not where I should be - where I would expect to wake up – in my single bed in my severely overpriced studio flat in Brixton.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Custos: Tyto alba/ White GuardianRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
My father sent me to Kingshill Academy for a September start when I was fifteen. The school made the headlines that term – not for any educational achievement or cornerstone of prestige – but rather because one particularly hostile December night, a teacher there perished in a fire in one of the old outbuildings. It has been twenty years and still not a soul – except perhaps a quiet, lingering suspicion on the part of Penny Sanderson – has any inkling of an idea that I had anything at all to do with it.
By Beth Sarah2 years ago in Fiction