Sara Splendore
Bio
-Fairytales, fiction, poetry… I have been telling stories since before I knew how to write them on paper.
-Just a fairy, pursuing her dreams until the end.
-I hope you love reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them!
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Holiday Gifts for the Nerd in Your Life
Ever wonder what to get for the nerd in your life? You know, the one that spends too much time watching anime, playing Dungeons and Dragons, or talking about elves and some guy that walks on the sky…. Sky… What was it again? Oh, that’s right! Luke Skywalker. Well from one nerd to another, or more likely, from one nerd to someone who loves a nerd… Here is the ultimate list of artists, small businesses, and other creators to bring some holiday joy to the nerds in your life.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Geeks
I Voted
Growing up in the United States many of us were taught that America was a country where any would be welcome and where all cultures, beliefs, and forms of love and lifestyles could come together in peace. As we grew older, each of us learned in one way or another that this was not how the United States came to be, nor is it the country we live in today. Instead we have come to know a world where people hate incessantly due to differing beliefs and viewpoints, where others believe that they should have the power to choose how their neighbors live, and where people pick and choose what parts of another culture they will tolerate when all should be welcome to live how they like. Today our country is divided, and this division has been seen more prominently than ever with the recent election. People have forgotten that while the America we live in today is not what we were taught it was in school, it is still a possibility. If only each of us could try to understand rather than refute the unknown, could respond to differences with kindness rather than a closed mind, and could choose to allow others to live the way they choose without trying to impose their own viewpoints and beliefs on another’s way of life. The United States of America is meant to be a place where people have the freedom to make their own choices and to build their lives into what they have always dreamed they could be.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in The Swamp
My Dog Drinks My Whiskey
My dog drinks my whiskey, I know how this sounds. It is not what I expected but he’s left no room for doubt. This fluffy white dog whom I call my best friend, drinks my whiskey when I’m gone, and I don’t think it will end. My suspicions first began on a sultry summer day, I poured myself a glass and when I returned, he was sitting on my recliner looking at me rather expectantly. I was not sure what he wanted so I moved him to the side, got comfy in my chair and began sipping my whiskey over ice. He began to push my arm with the edge of his nose, while staring at my drink as though I’d left him indisposed. I asked him if he’d like some and he jumped up and down, spun a couple circles and then sat right down. I told him it was bad for him, but he did not take my advice. He just kept on asking, so I gave him a single piece of ice. He seemed rather disappointed, but promptly chomped it down and when I came home the next day, I found a bottle of Bulleit on the ground next to three bottles of Pop’s and his eyes were spinning around.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Petlife
XXII
My arm says twenty-two in roman numerals, a number that has changed the lives of many but only a few understand. When I was seventeen I joined the Army. It seemed like the thing to do for a girl who had so admired her grandfather’s history and felt that her life was headed in no particular direction. Lost, like a child in the forest waiting for someone to come and tell them which way to go, but life doesn’t tell you which direction to turn to or where you will end up. My ultimate hope was that I would eventually be a helicopter pilot just like my grandpa so that I could make a difference in people’s lives. After all, what path could be more clear than one that had already been paved? Little did I know, the people I would meet along the way would be the ones to make a difference in my life, and the places that I would end up, would take me far from the path that had been laid out. I only spent three and a half years on active duty, a long time for people who cannot fathom joining the military, but a short time for those who have never known life another way. Like more people than you would think, I never deployed. Deployments were not happening all the time when I was in and the only one I could have gone on happened shortly after I had a major emergency surgery which made it so that I was unable to go. I served my time stateside as a mechanic. My journey started in South Carolina where I went through basic training and while I was there, I learned that I could do things that seemed impossible. Next, I ended up in Virginia where I learned how to be a mechanic and where I watched so many people give up and take the cheap way out of the promise they had made to their country and their buddies. After that I moved to Colorado where I learned how to be a part of a more permanent team and where I experienced one of the greatest losses of my life. Finally, a bit broken and a bit begrudgingly, I ended up in Texas where I met my first Twenty-Two.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Serve
Harry Potter Happiness
When people asked me what I wanted to be, for the longest time my answer was happy. For a good portion of my life, I wasn’t sure if that was something that I was capable of. I still admire the people I meet that have naturally bubbly personalities that make everyone want to be around them. I have struggled with depression for so long that a while ago, I did not think there was ever going to be a light at the end of my tunnel. Between an abusive biological father, losing a child, a divorce, and the absence of a sibling all by the age of twenty-two, you could say that the depression I’ve struggled with was warranted. From a young age I began turning to books as an escape and amongst my favorites were all of J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books. I have read the entire series at least five times, and the last two at least seven. Those books brought me joy, laughter, tears, love, and most importantly… Hope.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Motivation
Empty Eyes
Rain was falling rhythmically, sliding down the windows like the uninvited fingertips of a stranger. The dark green paint was peeling off the walls of the small hotel room and as I rose from the bed it creaked in protest. I walked to the window to light the only candle in the room. Lightning flashed and the power went out as I slid down the wall underneath, seeking comfort in what little light gathered on the tattered floorboards. I had ended up in this small town beside the ocean in a desperate attempt to outrun them. The horrible creatures that had escaped from my mind and now followed me everywhere; whispering in my ear about all the terrible things they would do once they lay their hands on me. I did not even know if these things could ever actually touch me. Can something that should not have a physical form grab a hold of you? I had tried everything to get rid of them. I had even tried to grab THEM and shove them back into the deep, dark corners of my head. But they refused to go back to their jail cell, slipping from my grasp each time as though I were nothing. After months of this torment I resorted to running. I left when the sun rose as they seemed to fade away with the light.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Horror
Spaghetti Sauce
Throughout my life spaghetti has always been one of my favorite meals. In fact, as time continues to pass, it has become more than just food for me. It has turned into the warmth of sitting around a table together eagerly watching the butter melt over the sauce and laughter, from a time when I was still learning to know things, it has shifted into the memories that people so often forget. We would eat spaghetti at least once a month when most of my family still lived with my grandparents. My grandma would start making the sauce, which is the most important part, very early in the morning to ensure that there would be time to incorporate the correct amount of spices. The whole house would smell like that sauce by the end of the day and as my siblings and I got older it became one of the most coveted recipes as we began to leave home.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Feast
