My brain has too many tabs open.
Too many things are grabbing my attention
and I’m processing slow.
It’s a drag.
Like a virus clogging up synapse highways.
My grandfather recently passed and I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump. So the last few weeks I have made it a mission of mine to do more writing and be more creative. I came across this prompt in my Pinterest from a while ago and thought that it might help get some of the weight I’ve been feeling about his passing. I originally pinned this prompt because I found it to be interesting (although not fantastically new in any way) and when I came across it the other day it seemed morbidly fitting for my mood. The good news is, my grandfather was always a very happy and light-hearted man and his funeral was much the same. Continue reading ““The Seventh Inning Stretch””
First, let me preface this by saying that I have had a lot going on lately and offer my apologies for making my readers wait so long to read the second half of the story. I meant to get it online two weeks ago but never got around to it.
But the good news… here it is! It’s really more like the last 4/5 of the story because it is so much longer than I intended. So thank you for reading and I hope the lengthy cliffhanger was worth it when you read the rest. Enjoy!
“Forbidden Basement” (continued) by Sabrina Buie
Harper pulled her long cardigan tight around her and kept her arms crossed as she stared into the dark abyss of the basement. She could see the faint glow of muddled sunlight coming in through a small window somewhere down there. A few stairs down there was an old dusty light switch. She stepped cautiously down to the third step and reached out to flip the switch. It made a light click, but nothing happened. She flipped it off and on again a couple more times. Still nothing. The moonlight streaming into the basement was not comfort enough for her to venture any further into the dark, dank basement so she backtracked quickly up the stairs and closed the door behind her. Continue reading “Forbidden Basement Pt. II”
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”