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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The Assassin
The job was done as she slipped by the blue lights, racing. The crowds were screaming as the man fell in the street. Despite her red raincoat, the crime went unnoticed for at least fourteen minutes. His limp body lay in the alley. She was paid to do her job, and life was nothing to her. Terror ran through the streets as the scene was becoming more populated. She confidently walked right by them all. Chaos was her game while everyone suspected a man. The world was a less peaceful place when she let loose her fury.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Criminal
Life's Crazy Game
Now that you are an adult, you have entered the grown-up arena. This game will be intense at times, but you will survive if you keep your wit about you and pay attention to the times. I host Life’s Crazy Game and will help you send you along the way.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Beware of Repetaplans
Does it ever feel like that there is that one person who looks busy? Generally, they do the same thing as if they are doing something but wasting time. I noticed this with one of the bosses in my company, who rearranged a specific area several times to show some "relevancy." This person was just too lazy to come up with some real improvements instead. So, I named it repetaplan, for repetitive actions only to avoid doing any real work. Even children will do useless activities not to look bored or to be asked to do something more tedious. It is curious to watch a person go out of their way to avoid the actual work or responsibilities of their job. I am sure this is in every workplace and home across the nation. There are hard workers, and there are those trying to avoid it all together to make themselves look better. It is best to call them out and expose them, but the buddy systems keep them in control. When too many repetaplan types are in a business, it will eventually suffer due to the need for more effort to address real problems. These plans have similar patterns, and if you know what you are looking for in the action. They could be called out for laziness. The intention is not to be productive but to avoid more work. Please watch out for such games being played.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Everything's Scantasktic
When you finish a task with a breath of relief of accomplishment. Take a second to commend yourself for the job done. Despite having more to do and yet to celebrate one’s successes. It is a nice thing to feel accomplished. So, despite all hustle and bustle of the day, to think that life can be scantasktic and move on to the next item in the day. Each day can be so mundane and quickly overwhelming. Looking at the positive side and enjoying the small victories to get through this life. Each time you finish a chore or an assignment at work, remember to feel good about being productive in your life.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanished Flame
Spot of goose feather, the snout of a pig, the skin of a turnip, the bill of a duck, a hint of heather, warts of toads, silky worms, and sacred bark from a tree show the magic of the flame, wields its power as it may. All the witches chanted in the circle as they have always done.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
The Sweetest of Memories
My family had an older lady in town that we cared for; she treated us as her family. Her name was Grandma T to us children. She had lost her only child and husband years before. She was among the most extraordinary people I have ever met. She was Scottish and born there. After her mother's death, she had come over with her father as a child. Since my blood grandparents were several states away, we generally celebrated with her on holidays. So, she had been taught the classic Scottish dishes and made plenty of them throughout the year. Nothing was more important than her recipe for shortbread straight out of Scotland.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Feast
Through the Wall
The cold, damp passageway was the fastest way through to the rooms without alerting the Royals of their presence. The castle was their pride, and how dare someone as lowly as they enter the room. The mere servant was not worth their time, and impossible tasks were always getting the work done. The hustle through the walls was the route, as the kitchen was just a short distance away.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
The Middle Years
Freedom of young adulthood was nice to get out of the world of high school. It was a new world that was better than the next. It was finally a break from my two different high schools. I was not the smartest, but I gave it the best I could, and my local community college gave me a full-ride scholarship despite my ACT and SAT scores. By the way, they were the most terrible to ever see. I could be a better test taker despite my good grades. It was close with less gas money.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Chapters
The Great Painting of the Sky
The sky was always beautiful to me. I have taken so many pictures of just the sky. It has always fascinated me to look at the sky at any time of day. The clouds float by, and the sun always shines brightly. The end of a long work day always brings the atmosphere for the last site before heading home. It is the one constant thing that keeps some sanity in my life. The soft colors vary from the time of day. It was a pretty painting that never ends right before my face. I can always enjoy it despite the time of year.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Writers
