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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In The Heat Of The Day
The sun beamed down as Robert drove his wagon through the valley. The heat was hotter than he had ever experienced. Each day, his water was drying, and the valleys never seemed to end. After the war, times were tough, but the heat was never-ending. As Robert investigated the valley, it seemed like a pool of water, and blinking only confirmed his first sighting. The tired horse still trudged along as Robert only hit him harder. His face red from the sun was now red in anger as he needed that water. Each step was shallow as the heat also had the poor horse trotting along to the middle of the desert. The sweat had been dripping for days, and the horse refused to move faster. Robert just wanted to pan for his gold, but he had to go through this desert. The many miles seemed to be avoiding all the snakes and scorpions, but Robert was going to make it. It was only a few miles away, as the only thing he needed was to get to water. As he inched forward to the bushes, the water disappeared. He stopped the wagon only for a break, and there was gold in California. Tears ran down his face as he needed to find a small body of water. He stopped the wagon and stood there as he wanted to breathe even in this intense heat. The cactus was all around with no water sources.
By Sarah Danaher4 months ago in Fiction
The Castle On A Hill
The sun shown majestically over the hill where Luminor Castle stood. The defenders of the Castorling Kingdom. The lineage has been around for over one hundred years keeping the peace in their mighty towers of a distant castle. It was the perfect dwelling with riches unheard if only one was royal. The more the sun shone the brighter the royals must have it. The hills barely stood in comparison to the largest castle in the region. Sophie could only glance at the distance at the world of wealth and privilege. Her family, being descent from a fallen royal never gave her hope to rise above the common serfdom. There was struggle at the bottom of the workers, but it was barely attacked. The town was in poverty, but it was part of being the commoner. The small houses seemed like just a room in a castle that stood upon the hill. No grandeur was in such a town as they served the king. Every girl would give anything to be a princess if the opportunity ever presented itself. Still the quiet life was all the townsfolk have known.
By Sarah Danaher5 months ago in Fiction
Mystery At The Museum
The quiet was the most challenging part. The halls were vacant with no sound or movement. The desk had no entertainment to keep Dylan awake. The night shift pays more but is always the most boring job in the world. The silence was welcoming at first, with the world at a standstill. The museum was full of so many things, and all stood alone as the night arrived. Dylan looked over the many screens that showed nothing. Even a shadow would be more interesting at this point. The halls were cleaned for hours as the lights shone, but no real movement could be seen. Each night was the same, with no more than an occasional shadow tripping the cameras. His eyes blurred as he sat at most of the screens were clear. Even the basement rooms were clear, as they contained costly items, such as the Circum Diamond, one of the rarest in the world, in terms of both shape and color. Dylan could just stare and wonder at such priceless items.
By Sarah Danaher5 months ago in Fiction
Summer of Chaos
It was the hottest year yet. Every day there was a swelter this summer. The air conditioning was the only thing saving Grace and Brian, who sat in their home, avoiding the outside. It was a brutal heat that never seemed to leave, with little relief between the rains. Both sat on the couch, scrolling through videos on their phones, escaping the problems of their worlds. Their older home still needed a lot of work, but the busy days of work and chores kept them from any real productivity. The quiet time was welcome as their fledgling marriage seemed to be going well. Grace put down her phone and gently messaged Brian's arm as he lifted his head. Both just looked at each other and headed to bed before another long day at work.
By Sarah Danaher6 months ago in Fiction
Starting All Over Again
The screeching as I opened my eyes to look at my husband fast asleep. After a short wake-up to feed our baby, who was inevitably hungry after all. The tears started to run down his tiny face as I could not get the bottle fast enough. After all this time and control, I still was pregnant. My older child was an experience as a single mother without help. I had been through raising him, then he was old enough to take care of himself. Now, here I am with the new one. All the little things I had forgotten. It was almost like the first time when I was just a scared young woman. All the memories flooded my brain as the bottle was finally warmed up to the point of even testing. The little face was so innocent and helpless as I rocked her in my arms. No happiness without a bottle, even with a mother's loving touch. The tears were relieved as the nourishment entered her little mouth. Her eyes settled on me as the mother, trying her best, but she never felt good enough. Her small body never questioned if I could not take care of her needs. She investigates the distance as her tummy is filled with the warm, lackluster liquid. I was told I could never have another one after my son, but here she is, a precious new life waiting for her chance to shine.
By Sarah Danaher6 months ago in Fiction
Solitary Confined
The food flung against the wall as Max threw his plate. He stared angrily at Drew across the small cell. "This is all your fault, making me feel worse about getting stuck in solitary," Max screamed as the guards just looked at the food hole with strange looks.
By Sarah Danaher6 months ago in Fiction
