Sarah Danaher
Bio
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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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 Danaher9 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 Danaher10 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 Danaher10 months ago in Futurism
Living in the Shadows
Throughout the years, it has been a subject that I felt invisible. At first, it was a horrible thing that I detested with more effort to succeed. Each passing failure was no help. The times seemed difficult, but they truly reflected what life would become. It was a time of transformation from youthful dreams to adult reality. Life in the Shadows was a place to develop my love of storytelling. It was those times that I was not seen but could see and study so much around me. The beginning was always the hardest, with the acceptance of failure.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Psyche
Broiling Beefs
"Welcome back to the Carnivorous Creations where all the meals are meatlicious," the announcer explained. The young contestants stood nervously as their dishes sat before the judges. As the judges ate their portions, their emotions never changed. All participants sweated, hoping not to lose. The results were in, as the judge, Delect Licious, announced the names.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Fiction
The Immunity Effect
"For the last two hundred and fifty years, we have ended the affliction of disease. From the perfection of the body to bring a greater life to all humans." Head scientist Jackson Staple spoke on the National Day of Infection Elimination. All the screens blared to remind us of the advancements many generations ago. No one alive has ever been sick or had to be fixed with antibiotics. The hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, and health organizations were all but obsolete except for the choice lead diseases such as addiction. This day was every year, but most just lived their lives ignoring it since they had never suffered from such an infliction despite the strict government rules that regulated every aspect of their lives.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Longevity
My Own Worst Critic
The critiquing of myself has been the most challenging part of my writing. I always have more difficulty with the quality and flow of the work. I enjoy fiction best since I can use my imagination, not real things. There are writing challenges that reflect my personal experiences. I struggle to explain my feelings but try not to sound too frustrated. My life is boring, and I have been a failure in most of it. I do try, of course, to improve, but still, openings are more difficult to find. The positivity of everyday life was never my strong suit. So, I entered the challenge with several stories about my mother, father, great-aunt, grandparents, and great-grandfather. My stories always seemed flat, and I hated talking about my life because it often felt like a series of failures and disappointments. For this critique, I wanted something I wrote that could never sound right. It is a section of my story named Switching Schools. This was about a time that was rather difficult but never came out in the emotion that I did not want. It was not my most outstanding work, but I put it out there to only be read by so little. I do not mind that no one reads it, though. Here is the section of that work.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Critique
