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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Time Twister
The cafe looked as if it was brought back from a former time, from the front to the furniture and decorations. After so many tourist traps and modern restaurants, this one reflects the old aroma of Bosnia and Herzegovina. The old streets reminded them of old-world Europe and the classic beauty it had before. So many wars just simply ravaged it. Here sat a world where they could finally relax without the crowds or tourist traps that meant nothing. All Cassandra Archer could see was a quaint place to eat after the tour had ended for today. A little free time was nice to finally explore on their own.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Built for Evil Intent
If walls could talk, the stories I could tell. I was built in the darkest of times for one of the greatest evils. My purpose was to hide the atrocities of hatred for those considered less than others. I was built in 1940 under the cruel rule of Adolf Hitler. My purpose was always my shame, yet I bore witness to human depravity that will be studied for centuries. Other physicians were there previously with the same evil intent. I sat in the area of Dr. Josef Mengele's experimentation lab; he came in 1943. I silently sat while so many suffered from the false superiority of the Nazis. I was not the first of my kind and had many similar built earlier in those atrocious times. They were so proud when they built their new camp, Auschwitz. One of the worse members of the SS bore his deathly experiments in front of my friends and me starting with the Poles themselves when prisons were not large enough. Each day I had to suffer the abuse of Mengele's sick mind. I cannot forget the screams and never-ending pain of those who entered my space. They had no choice but to be experimented on like lab rats. So many passed through those doors, and the SS never really cared, considering them inferior. I wished I was never built and the Polish occupied the land. Here I sat, wishing for a change in history. Each man, woman, and child were helpless to the cruelty of zero rights. I could not stop looking only to see the worse mankind could do to each other. He had no trouble when the Jews finally arrived as a final solution to kill them. So many perished for one man's anger and to lead an entire country into his crimes. I remember one little girl screaming in pain as they operated, but no one cared since she was just a Jew to them. Eventually, she passed, and her body was taken away and thrown into the ovens after the autopsy. They were intentionally killed to study their organs awfully. Those walls could tell some stories too. Twins were some of his favorites; he would test one and then see the effect of the other one. Gypsies were another favorite. So much death and destruction tore me apart, yet all I could do was stand there. I knew one day, my secrets would be revealed. Yet being a later camp, it became the greatest killer of many Jews and others. All looked starved and helpless at the hands of their captors. The teams wanted science but chose the cruelty of their experiments instead. Other prisoners from the many subcamps they built were treated no differently. Each experiment was tried with unwilling participants, which killed me inside. Each day of each year brought more regret to my very being. I could only ask the reason for such destruction. The whole place was for evil intent to destroy the so-called enemies of the Nazis. A few did make it despite the actions taken against them. Their scars from experiments changed their lives forever. The inside scars did too. I was glad to see some survive and leave my presence alive. I was not the only one to see death, but all the sections were designed for it. I can remember the faces of faces discarded like trash and then the next one. Not only were these victims worked to death but going under study for their results. I can still hear the screams and panic of those suffering in pain. Hatred was the game here, and so many innocents lost their lives. Each difference was looked at and studied without regard to human rights. Each year passed by, but I never did accept the actions they chose. In January 1945, they knew it was over, and the coward ran to never see justice for his crimes against humanity. The experiments finally stopped, and there was peace in such a torturous place. There was no longer any pain in the eyes of the innocent victims every day. The so-called scientists were on the run, and the Russians eventually took over the buildings. The remaining survivors were set free, never to see me again. I was glad to see the torture end, and evil was finally stopped. I always suspected I would be torn down for the actions taken in this lab. Yet I was never torn down and still stand to this day. I will never forget, and the experiments will never leave my mind. Now the building is empty to remain unused except for tours. The death and destruction were real, with everlasting memory for so many. I see many learning the worse of mankind. I was built with evil intent, but I am a reminder of how hatred was used as an excuse for murder. Hatred and false superiority of the Nazis lead to so many dead simply because of their heritage. I cannot erase the memory of the harsh consequences of hate. I was built for all the wrong reasons, and now I stand as a reminder of one of the darkest times in history. I beg all future generations never to repeat a place where I stand. I wish for all to see everyone as human beings and treat each other with respect. I am the wall that saw it all and wished it never happened. I was left standing as an example of unbridled hate against groups of people. Please never let this happen again.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Escape from Paradise
The wind swayed the mighty tall palm trees. Hawaii has been a beautiful place since Ian moved six years ago. It might be expensive, but he needed a break somewhere warm with such gorgeous scenery. The waves were crashing the many surfers, having the time of their lives. It was always a beautiful day, and work was just construction. He had worked with his hands his entire life.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
