Sarah Massey
Bio
Sarah is an animator and short film director at the birthplace of Route 66 Springfield, Missouri. A graduate of Drury University in the class of 2020, Sarah is published two fiction short stories in Drury’s Literary Magazine, Currents.
Stories (27)
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The Summer I Learned Ukulele
Chapter One. First Day of Summer Two weeks. Two weeks until spring break. Two weeks until I can catch a break from math. Two weeks and it will be my birthday, and I'll finally get the ukulele of my dreams. Two weeks and I'll get to play her favorite song outside her window after her parents go to sleep. Just two weeks.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in Chapters
My Latest Obsession with Faeries
If you can even get your hands on a copy of it, read it. All my local libraries have it on hold for the next year, which tells me it must be good. My sister picked it up from a librarian that described it (Poorly, on purpose) as follows, "Girl kills a wolf and then a guy that plays the fiddle follows her around forever." Silly as it may sound, the premise was intriguing to us both. Tis the exact kind of escape from reality that we both needed.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in BookClub
The Midnight Society
When I was just thirteen years old, I had the idea for this story. It was full of corruption, espionage, world politics, and maybe just slightly too ambitious for a kid. But I loved writing it. The research for how political power works, types of governments and their function, cold wars and espionage was endlessly fascinating. Crafting plot twist after plot twist, betrayal after betrayal, characters so real I could almost see them sitting before me was what gave me my kick start into writing. It got complicated, and twisted, and I was horrible at keeping up with notes, so I lost the trail of the plot and the enthusiasm to continue it.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in Critique
Assessment Day
It is Assessment Day, and we must go to the Laboratory. My sister, Moriah, and I walk down the gray stone steps of our house hand in hand to our gray hovering transport. If it were a skipping stone, it would be a good one. Moriah is chattering about the blue bird she saw as we were eating chocolate chip pancakes this morning.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in Chapters
