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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Ultra Max
Never said he was enough to make it. He tried to be strong but was smaller than the other kids. Jeffery wanted to grow up strong, and as he grew, he became more robust. He saw others picked on and wanted to stop the town's bullies. Jeffery worked out and started to notice the bosses ruling the streets. He began to grab the members of the gangs and stop the criminals. Jeffery Sagen just wanted to prevent those from being harassed. The street gangs started to hunt such a hero. Jeffery began to call himself Ultra Max. As he had no superpowers, only his fighting skills would have to do. He was not invincible by any means and even walked out of fights bruised and beaten. As the gangs began to become stronger, tracking him became more manageable. Jeff had to even make himself stronger with armor and weapons. Even now, the crime was being cleaned up, and the gangs had trouble stopping him. As Ultra Max became popular, the cops seemed to look the other way. As the more significant organizations were looking to destroy him. Many gangs joined together to trap Ultra Max. Crime only wanted their way in the city if they could escape their fiend. Somehow, his reasoning figured out their plot and got them all caught. Wits and methods were his means, as wearing his suit, cape, and mask kept his identity, but for how long. Ultra Max will be protecting the streets till he can be stopped.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mimer
Jacques Auclair was told to be silent from childhood. His family in France was quiet. He learned to use his mind. All ignored him throughout his life, leaving him to act out his anger. As he grew older, he became a mime and mimicked his peers and others. They all just wanted him to be silent and compliant. He was rather funny at first as he painted his face. As he realized his powers, he silently avenged those who hurt him. That was insufficient, and society had to pay for his unspoken pain. He wanted them to feel the box they had put him in his entire life. As his anger grew, he created invisible walls and boxes trapping those he felt hurt others. His voice was not needed but what his imagination could create. He could even silence them without them knowing it. Feeling inferior was his experience in life. The life he wanted never mattered, and gaining his powers from a simple lightning strike gave him his dream. He let his disappointment and criticism make him pure evil. Anger destroyed him to become the worst of humanity. His painted face, striped shirt, and small body did not look menacing. No one saw him coming or expected to be yanked by his invisible rope. His reputation was renowned for his practices of suffering. His life started in silence, and he will destroy everything by silence. Only empathy could turn him from evil. He wanted to be seen and heard even if he did not speak. He lived quietly, but no one could predict his next move. His thoughts were only for him. All for the power of pain just to hurt others yet never to be satisfied. His wrath blinds him from his weakness. He was called The Mimer.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
Legends of the Cloud Sailors
"Look at the clouds today, a perfect day for sailing," Captain Arty Arbuckle stated. They flowed past the ship as it sailed in the sun's setting. Each day above the earth was the life of a cloud sailor. Only the clear sky and balloon sails could fulfill such a dream. The sky was the new home and their own set of kingdoms. Each day was another day amongst the clouds. The crew worked fervently on the ship. The kingdom of High Britain had some clear weather as the bright horizon came. Other ships passed as the trading routes were open to all, including the awful pirates. When more ships were out, there was less chance of invasion. This route has been traveled so many times without incident. His cargo of his father's coffee was becoming rather popular. Many pirates were now looking for his ship, but Arty avoided them.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
The Worst Day Ever
So you have thought you had a bad day. Just look around and look up the worst of them all. After hearing the story, one can comprehend any lousy day that seemed so small as the result of the aftermath. Enjoy a read and see that one had an awful day.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in History
A Mid-Summer's Nightmare
The solstice was coming, and the fire was raging. The heat was great, and the old ways were coming back. For so many years, we had not celebrated the great summer solstice. The destruction of traditional beliefs has finally ended. The bond fires were packed as the night continued. Each burning with the ferocity of the night. The heat on such a hot day still was welcome on the mid-summer's night. Such a night was special. The night was lit up by the other families. All the fires made the night glow. It is only once a year, and the sun will show its longest time. Each hour was built up to the day. The whole family was preparing for this day.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
