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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The bell chimed, its sound echoing throughout the factory. The busy place of lost faces is ready to be finished. Dan could only wait to stand in line to leave. The clock ticked as the weary place, once meaningful, stood still. The lost dreams that Dan had were diminishing by the day. The rest had the same look as the money was not good enough, and the place was continually getting worse. Finally, at the clock, the last swipe for the day. His dreary eyes were excited as if another long day had been finished. Each day was like the previous one; during the same long trip home, Dan was silent. The rusty old lock held his very few belongings as he rustled his wallet, phone, and keys. The new shift had started where they all left off, but there was always plenty of work to go around. Dragging his weary feet to his beat-up old car in its lack of glory. It was what he could afford, and the dents gave the car a unique character. Dan opened the door and just sat there between the rush at work and the rush at home. The engine roared as he prepared to go home to the chaos of his children. He wanted so much more when he dreamed of being in management, but those dreams quickly faded as he was passed over time and again.
By Sarah Danaher4 months ago in Fiction
