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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Broiling Beefs
"Welcome back to the Carnivorous Creations where all the meals are meatlicious," the announcer explained. The young contestants stood nervously as their dishes sat before the judges. As the judges ate their portions, their emotions never changed. All participants sweated, hoping not to lose. The results were in, as the judge, Delect Licious, announced the names.
By Sarah Danaher9 months ago in Fiction
The Immunity Effect
"For the last two hundred and fifty years, we have ended the affliction of disease. From the perfection of the body to bring a greater life to all humans." Head scientist Jackson Staple spoke on the National Day of Infection Elimination. All the screens blared to remind us of the advancements many generations ago. No one alive has ever been sick or had to be fixed with antibiotics. The hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, and health organizations were all but obsolete except for the choice lead diseases such as addiction. This day was every year, but most just lived their lives ignoring it since they had never suffered from such an infliction despite the strict government rules that regulated every aspect of their lives.
By Sarah Danaher9 months ago in Longevity
My Own Worst Critic
The critiquing of myself has been the most challenging part of my writing. I always have more difficulty with the quality and flow of the work. I enjoy fiction best since I can use my imagination, not real things. There are writing challenges that reflect my personal experiences. I struggle to explain my feelings but try not to sound too frustrated. My life is boring, and I have been a failure in most of it. I do try, of course, to improve, but still, openings are more difficult to find. The positivity of everyday life was never my strong suit. So, I entered the challenge with several stories about my mother, father, great-aunt, grandparents, and great-grandfather. My stories always seemed flat, and I hated talking about my life because it often felt like a series of failures and disappointments. For this critique, I wanted something I wrote that could never sound right. It is a section of my story named Switching Schools. This was about a time that was rather difficult but never came out in the emotion that I did not want. It was not my most outstanding work, but I put it out there to only be read by so little. I do not mind that no one reads it, though. Here is the section of that work.
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Critique
The Spring Day
The brisk air filled my lungs when I opened the door to check the weather, a sharp contrast from the warmth of my home. The early morning and its bitter glory, a spring symphony of chill and an awakening to another day. I had to zipper my jacket around just to leave, to fight against the biting cold. My cushioned water bottle and lunch were tucked under my arm, their weight a reminder of the drive and the day ahead. As I went to set the alarm, the metallic click echoed in the stillness. I quickly looked to ensure everything was ready as I left my wallet in my room without the familiar bulge of reassurance. I was so sure that I left my room with everything I needed to go to work. My rapid move upstairs just to get to my wallet, then back down to finally leave, I went for my keys. They were also not in my pocket either, so I placed everything back down to recover them. Finally, I had everything I needed to leave and set the alarm. It announces in the most annoying voice, but at least it protects the house when I am gone.
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Humor
Never Assume
There was a guy at work, which we will call him Jack. His real name will remain a secret. Yet he was a good worker who came in on time every day. This excludes so many in the crew that I am on. So, he was an exception and always kind. His outfits and shoes always matched. Jack was always at work with a positive attitude, which is missing in this place. If you had worked there, you would have understood the negative attitudes, too. Yet it was never a day without chaos, and Jack rolled with the flow. No one really bothered him, and he did not bother others either. Jack sat at the back table near the board. He never spoke up or caused trouble, either.
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Humor
The Long Ride Home
The rain continued to fall as I headed home after work. The red lights were everywhere, and I was already late getting back. It was treacherous as the roads flooded a little. This was not the day I needed since I was already late getting to work due to this awful shower. The slushy, slippery byways are just as bad as those who cannot drive. I cannot lie about the need for water, but I wish it would rain on my days off. Still passing, the slow drivers were just trying to stay safe. My four-wheel drive SUV could handle most road conditions, including the snow.
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Humor
Just Come Home
March 8th, 1941 Dear Thomas, I was ever so pleased to hear that you passed boot camp. Though the war seems so dangerous. Please just stay safe. We had only been married for a year now when Pearl Harbor happened. I know you want to do your duty, and I will always be very proud of you. I felt like such a goof when we fought right before boot camp. I do forgive you and love you. The whole hometown is rooting for you to help bring down such evil men. I forgot to mention to you that I was pregnant. I was so scared to lose you, and I want you to know that I do not think you are a chicken. Our prayers are with you as you fight across Europe. You will always be my love. I eagerly await the day when we can be together again, safe and sound, surrounded by our love and support.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in History
Chicken Soup for the Generations
The aroma of the kitchen will always be felt around the house. Each meal was made with the loving hands of both my grandma and mom. I try to cook my best, but never as delicious as them. The food was just as tasty but brought so much comfort. It was always a unifying time. Years of many meals, from the simplistic ones to the complicated ones. Each was a product of her sacrifice for our family. However, I had my favorites, and that list was great. One of the best was my grandma's homemade chicken noodle soup. This recipe passed down from each generation, is not just a dish but a symbol of our family's love and unity. Each sip was made to taste great and be a healthier option than the ones loaded with preservatives. It was passed down to my mother, who held the recipe. My grandma was always making all her meals from scratch, and this was one of them. All her cooking was excellent, and I never lost weight on every visit.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Feast
