Sarah Danaher
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I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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Summer of Chaos
It was the hottest year yet. Every day there was a swelter this summer. The air conditioning was the only thing saving Grace and Brian, who sat in their home, avoiding the outside. It was a brutal heat that never seemed to leave, with little relief between the rains. Both sat on the couch, scrolling through videos on their phones, escaping the problems of their worlds. Their older home still needed a lot of work, but the busy days of work and chores kept them from any real productivity. The quiet time was welcome as their fledgling marriage seemed to be going well. Grace put down her phone and gently messaged Brian's arm as he lifted his head. Both just looked at each other and headed to bed before another long day at work.
By Sarah Danaher6 months ago in Fiction
Starting All Over Again
The screeching as I opened my eyes to look at my husband fast asleep. After a short wake-up to feed our baby, who was inevitably hungry after all. The tears started to run down his tiny face as I could not get the bottle fast enough. After all this time and control, I still was pregnant. My older child was an experience as a single mother without help. I had been through raising him, then he was old enough to take care of himself. Now, here I am with the new one. All the little things I had forgotten. It was almost like the first time when I was just a scared young woman. All the memories flooded my brain as the bottle was finally warmed up to the point of even testing. The little face was so innocent and helpless as I rocked her in my arms. No happiness without a bottle, even with a mother's loving touch. The tears were relieved as the nourishment entered her little mouth. Her eyes settled on me as the mother, trying her best, but she never felt good enough. Her small body never questioned if I could not take care of her needs. She investigates the distance as her tummy is filled with the warm, lackluster liquid. I was told I could never have another one after my son, but here she is, a precious new life waiting for her chance to shine.
By Sarah Danaher7 months ago in Fiction
Solitary Confined
The food flung against the wall as Max threw his plate. He stared angrily at Drew across the small cell. "This is all your fault, making me feel worse about getting stuck in solitary," Max screamed as the guards just looked at the food hole with strange looks.
By Sarah Danaher7 months ago in Fiction
Traveling And My 48th State
Traveling is one of my favorite activities. The stress of life just seems to melt away in a new adventure. My goal is to travel to all 50 states in my home country, the United States of America. Each year, there is another attempt to go to one that I have not been to. It's a fun time trying to find the most interesting places to visit in each location. The broad landscape offers a diverse array of views, each more breathtaking than the last, ranging from lush swamps to dry deserts. The mighty mountains rising above the clouds and the oceans with their roaring waves all compose the vast land of the United States. Traveling with parents when we were young started this, and they reached all fifty of them. I have only been to forty-seven and will be my forty-eighth this year. This year, I visited West Virginia at the newest national park, New River Gorge National Park. However, the big trip is going to Nevada, the last western state I have not yet seen. It is home to Las Vegas, as well as many places of historical significance. The Hoover Dam still proudly stands, offering many hiking trails to explore the surrounding desert landscape. I have hiked in many areas, but the dry air feels so wonderful.
By Sarah Danaher7 months ago in Writers
Keep Following The River
The sun's bright rays expanded over the rushing river, a testament to the resilience of Mary Draper Ingles. The river's mighty force in this settled wilderness. Mary, a beacon of strength, rested on the bank, always keeping an eye on everything. The luxury of civilization was far gone, with so many awful memories. Everything was an enemy out in this expanse, including the crazy Dutchwoman. Mary felt a little more rested but as can be trying to traverse these woods. It was only a dream to get away from the Shawnee. They were just living peacefully in their village in Draper Meadow, Virginia. The many memories of growing up on the frontier with her parents. The new world seemed exciting, as it offered the opportunity to start a whole new chapter in history. Too many nights were the nightmares of the Draper Meadow Massacre. They dragged her and her children along with others to the unforgiving wilderness. Mary focused on her goal to return to her loving husband, William. Her thoughts never did lose the memory of her son, who was taken to another village, and her baby, who would never have survived this escape. The miles turned long as just surviving was the goal.
By Sarah Danaher8 months ago in History
I Am Done
To a world that is always too busy, I resign from caring so much about what I do. The importance of maintaining a specific image and fulfilling duties that I once held dear has faded as I've grown older. I've realized that it doesn't make a difference in the end. Each stage comes and goes without making a significant impact. Yet, it feels like the video is on repeat. I usually get upset and strive to improve, only to go nowhere. This is not a resignation from caring about others, but rather from the impact of hard work and the inevitable failure. The dedication I've shown has led me nowhere. Experiencing this so many times has only made me numb. The pain doesn't feel as unbearable when I've stopped caring.
By Sarah Danaher9 months ago in Journal
Children of the State
The ringing of the morning bell kept blaring. Zarian could hardly open his eyes with the other boys in Bunk Room Two. The morning was never welcome, and the wrath of Headmaster Clarian. He wanted all the children at the State Boys Academy to be at the top and serve the state to the best of their abilities. Still, the headache results from Clarian's minions entering as the Zarian barely opened his eyes. The mattress was moving as Zarian was still lying. The cold ground was the result of his fall.
By Sarah Danaher9 months ago in Futurism
