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 Christmas Tree Search
The smell of pine always reminds me of winter and brings back so many memories. Lately, my parents have stopped getting real Christmas trees. This season has been less enjoyable, too. I miss the adventure of finding the biggest, tallest tree that would fit in our house. I miss how the scent would fill every room. Picking out a tree was one of my favorite Christmas traditions since I was little, and I hope to do it again as an adult. Unfortunately, real trees became too expensive, so my parents switched to a fake one. Even so, I still wish for a real tree and that magical pine smell.
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Humans
The Lost Room
The wall felt smooth as Alex ran his hands along it. The room was not as it should have been, and yet nothing seemed out of place. The bookshelves were dusty, but no lever on any of them. It was said that the lady of the manor would disappear, and no one could find her spot. It was said that she hid some valuable items from her own family for safety. Yet Alex looked around the ornate room with the plaster ceiling and vibrant wallpaper. It was an old house that no one seemed to find the secret room. Alex looked at the beauty of the room, and yet it lay empty for so long. The walls were smooth, and there was no secret opening. It was a mystery that so many failed to find. The room was a puzzle box that Alex was going to test. The puzzle was the entrance point, and there was no indication yet.
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Fiction
Life's Lessons
Life changes in us in ways we could never imagine. It just keeps changing so quickly that it is difficult to react at times. One starts as one thing and, through many different experiences, can change everything. That is the most frustrating thing in life when it comes to goals and achievements. Other life events change one's views and perceptions. It feels like when I am kayaking, and the water determines how the adventure goes. The rocky times shape us most, raising the most serious questions. It is a place we wish would be smooth sailing, but it turns into a place of pure uncertainty. Only learning and studying can help in dealing with the constant changes that come with them.
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Humans
The Unwitting Witness
The noise rattled me awake as I ran to my panel. I could just turn on the camera and press record. The men in the fine suits had dragged my neighbor out of his home, bound. I could just watch as they beat him as he struggled. His bloody face was smashed against the cold street in the early hours. His groans could be heard as the men in suits and masks said nothing. They stood around him as he struggled in his restraints. Then a black van came down the road, and he was thrown in the back. It sped off as fast as it came, with blacked-out plates. I could only watch as nothing stopped the whole incident. My doorbell camera was the only witness to the event, but what if the same men came after me? I turned off the camera just as the man's wife came screaming out of her house. Her face was beaten too, and her hands had been tied. She fell onto the pavement as the other neighbors went to check out the scene. Mr. Ben Oxley's blood was on the street, and so was his wife's. The whole place was starting to be surrounded by police lights. An ambulance was dispatched to send Mrs. Ruth Oxley to the hospital. The entire place was alive as every neighbor left their houses in disbelief.
By Sarah Danaher4 months ago in Fiction
