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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Selected. Top Story - July 2022.
The rain pounded as I finally returned from work. It was already a long day at the office. Every time it rains, the electricity has its issues. I was constantly taking phone calls from the technicians. My mind was racing through the awful raindrops. My day never did improve, even after it was raining all day. I started this job five years ago, and yet nothing seemed to gain any advancement towards management. It is a miserable little town, and all the outdated systems never last long in any weather. The day was already draining, and yet heading home to just entertain too long of a long week. I was hoping the rain would have ended, but my car was in the shop, and no other choice but to walk home. Not only was I soaking wet, but I felt like I needed to pass out. Halfway home, I felt so lost, and my mind blurred. Still, I do now remember anyone around. Before I knew it, everything just blacked out.
By Sarah Danaher4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Dragon: Return of the Ancient Blood
"There weren't always dragons in the valley," muttered Gregor Herolis, “but I would have no power without them.” Gregor sat confidently on the back of Master Dragon, Praug, ready for the impending attack on Dragonia again. He shouted out loud, "I am the Dragon Master, and so why am I one of so many not respected." He then commanded the many dragons to his side, ready for his attack despite the storm. He dismissed all of it and started on the journey to his formal home, where he was no longer welcome. His dark brown hair blew through the wind with his short bowl cut to keep it tamed. His blue eyes were filled with anger, but he had become a monster in their eyes. His youthful looks hid the old age and his rage. His children looked more senior, and yet Gregor never saw them again.
By Sarah Danaher4 years ago in Fiction
