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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Chicken Soup for the Generations
The aroma of the kitchen will always be felt around the house. Each meal was made with the loving hands of both my grandma and mom. I try to cook my best, but never as delicious as them. The food was just as tasty but brought so much comfort. It was always a unifying time. Years of many meals, from the simplistic ones to the complicated ones. Each was a product of her sacrifice for our family. However, I had my favorites, and that list was great. One of the best was my grandma's homemade chicken noodle soup. This recipe passed down from each generation, is not just a dish but a symbol of our family's love and unity. Each sip was made to taste great and be a healthier option than the ones loaded with preservatives. It was passed down to my mother, who held the recipe. My grandma was always making all her meals from scratch, and this was one of them. All her cooking was excellent, and I never lost weight on every visit.
By Sarah Danaher12 months ago in Feast
Challenger
The waves crashed on the rocky beach. This site will never get old. Persephone leaned back on the catch wall, staring into the distance. The fierce waters had always existed, but the Golgothic tyrannical rule had not always been. A Challenger would be picked for the famous ten impossible challenges each year. This was a free, relaxing day as if the water had been retreating from the catch wall. She just has to sit through the ceremony. Persephone Oleander was Alagacian, and they had the most winners of all the challengers that entered the arena. Even the most wins in challenges were her friend and coworker Oedious Leonis. He had passed eight out of the ten by a small margin.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
On The Darkest Day
The breeze from the water blew across the land. This was quite different from the harsh Chicago winters. The much-needed vacation brought Nora Higgins from her wintery home to the territory of Hawaii. The palm trees glimmered in the sunlight, and this did not feel like any December she had ever felt. It was terrific to walk on the warm sand on the beach. The water and its infinite depth splashed up the shore. It was a lovely day in a world in shambles. Yet, she was glad to get some rest from the busy hospital this time of year. The flu was always happening, and the bustling city was far from her imagination. This was a calm place of refuge from a hectic life. The mountains rose in the distance as pillars of beauty. This was the time to relax and enjoy the sun despite the winter season. Some were cold, but Nora only knew Chicago and much lower temperatures. Her brown hair swayed in the wind as she soaked in the rays. It was a vacation to remember after saving up for all that time. The day was just beginning, and a luau was also planned for the evening. It was time to see a warmer climate, and I secretly wished to stay longer. The hotel was great, and the locals were kind to all who came. This place was paradise, and the lack of snow was the best part. The day was waning as she headed to a luau, and the dances were excellent, with the food even more tasty than the restaurants. Nora could only dream of being here for the week, and the sunsets over the trees were dessert. She loved her job, but this vacation was needed to bring a new perspective.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in The Swamp
The Elusive Giants
These elusive giants are so very easily seen from the air. They rise above the clouds without any effort. I could not look away from the peaks. The ground was pretty enough, but the power of rising above gave the mountains the allure of invincibility. You cannot miss such a site. Yet, by their sheer size, they could still be hidden at times. I could stare at this view all day. It was a moment of excitement to enter a new state. This site was a welcome to my vacation to Oregon and Washington. It was the best picture I have ever seen from the air. I can still remember the day fondly.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Photography
2025, A New Year
A new year brings a new chance of beginning again. To reevaluate what could be in your life. I have been doing the same job and living in a similar situation for a while now. No matter how hard I try, the problem never does improve. I am constantly frustrated with my job, but even volunteering some ideas has not been successful. After being there for a long time, I hate to see it continue to become worse. It was fun once and just worsened as I continued working there. I have also been thinking about how to improve the process. It would be nice to fix the mistakes and make the workplace enjoyable.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Motivation
2050
2050 was just as beautiful as the new year rang from the bells of the Capital Hall. All rejoiced as another perfect year can occur. Life was great; another year would bring more success than ever expected. The lights worldwide hailed in such a place that finally fixed man's fatal flaws. The nations were at peace, and war was a distant story. The bright lights in the Capitals were illuminated with fireworks that rang in the sky. With no crime, all could celebrate with perfect peace. The world was on a good trajectory as the good revolution ended all destructive behaviors. This year would mark another successful year of The Great Counsel's rule to keep humanity from killing itself. It started regulating crime and expanding its power as man became more evil. The wars became too great, and there was a loss over trivial matters, so the council set up with the United Nations to keep the peace worldwide. All those who fought it were missing, as the rest were too scared to rebel. Only a place that had solved so many problems would be the best way for all to live. The announcements were made across the world, and everyone watched them regardless. The same message and most even believed it, was gathered, and the ones that dissented openly were gathered. They were never seen again, yet it was not enough for more in due time to rise up. At least that was taught to the children.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Futurism
2024, a year in retrospect
2024 was just another year. The older I get, the more things just blend. I hoped this year would be different and to get some traction into better success. Yet, trying and failing at the goals I wanted to score has been a considerable disappointment. I wanted to be better at a more suitable job and get more writing done. Yet last January, I was glad about coming out of so much stress. My job is stressful, but I got to the point where I just do not care anymore. So, it has become very frustrating to get through the year. Each month was the same as the last. I wish it was a more productive year. I learned a lot and had more time to write with less overtime. It has been a long one, and the hope of next year will be better.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Beat
Life's Long Lessons
Life lessons are always present. The becoming of age to discover that the world is nothing you expected. It was supposed to work out in the fantasy world everyone set up. The world is soul-crushing with as many kicks as it wants to take. As you take it, you want to escape to another place, thinking things could improve. Yet even the new place has the same bad habits as the old one. The same old politics practiced despite the location and affiliation of anything. So, it is one of my worst years due to the awful changes that cheap management wants to make on a dime. This is not the first place to do it, but studying properly run management is never done with buddy systems and bad practices. Despite stagnant issues, functioning areas seem to be the targets of wrecking change. So, my revelation is that all the good intentions of trying to fix items in businesses and inefficiencies will reign in lazy management goons who want an easy paycheck. We need to hold these individuals accountable for their actions.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Motivation
