January 2016

Forbidden Basement

And the writing continues!  Here is my latest (partial) short story.  I submitted the one from my last post to a short story contest.  Crossing my fingers!  I everyone enjoys this one.  Thanks for reading :]

“Forbidden Basement” by Sabrina Buie a.k.a. Me!

Last week Harper moved into this cute little 800 square foot house in the suburbs of Los Angeles.  She used “cute” to describe the fifty-year-old shanty of a house when anyone else would have called it a run-down dump.  But Harper has always adored weathered and antique things.  When she was little, her favorite activity at her grandparent’s house was to sneak into their office and smell the old books on the shelves lining the west side of the room.  Antique shops and thrift stores are also favorites of hers.

So this tiny house with peeling shutters, dingy paint, curling shingles, and a minuscule overgrown lawn was something of gold mine to Harper.  Through her eyes she saw unique window treatments on an antique exterior with a charming roof and a yard for her corgi.  The first thing she did was buy a lawn mower and fix up the yard.  It took her two days after work to make it look presentable.  Next, she spent three afternoons and evenings cleaning every crevice of the inside of the house and began unloading the boxes of her few possessions and decorating.

At the back of the kitchen, there were two doors – one led to the backyard and one to the forbidden basement.  When Harper went to the open house before contacting the agent she had wandered into the kitchen and was surprised to find two doors at the back since the pantry was near the front of the kitchen by the refrigerator.  At first she thought it might be an extra restroom or closet accidentally left off of the listing.  She opened the back door and inspected the yard from the doorway.  It was even smaller than the front yard and didn’t take long to scan.  Next she tried the door immediately behind the back door and found it locked.  Confused, she found the agent showing the house and inquired as to why the door was locked and what it led to.

The agent, a plastered smile on her face, hesitated.  There was a flash of panic in her eyes but she recovered swiftly. Continue reading “Forbidden Basement”


Don’t Touch the Walls

As I said in a previous post, I have been working on trying to write every day.  Here is one of my recent creations that I ended up liking quite a bit.

“Don’t Touch the Walls” by Me! (Sabrina Buie)

She felt something sharp delving into her shoulder blade as she struggled to wake.  Forcing her eyes open to slits she found her vision blurry.  She saw clouds above her and large ivy covered walls on either side.  Why the hell am I outside?  And where am I?  She pushed herself awkwardly up onto her elbows.  Her back and neck were stiff as if she’d been laying on the ground for hours; her shoulder was especially sore from the rock that had been digging into it.

Carefully, she stood up and stretched her back and legs.  It was overcast and warm outside but it looked like the late afternoon.  Straight ahead of her was a long walkway with either a dead end or a curve at the end because there was another wall of ivy.  She turned around and found the same.  Hanging from the ivy on the wall to her left was a small wooden sign, weather beaten and faded, which read: “You have one hour.  Don’t touch the walls.”  An hour to do what, escape?

“Hello!  Anyone there?”  She shouted.  The echo of her words was the only reply.  Then silence.  Great. Continue reading “Don’t Touch the Walls”

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