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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Life's Long Lessons
Life lessons are always present. The becoming of age to discover that the world is nothing you expected. It was supposed to work out in the fantasy world everyone set up. The world is soul-crushing with as many kicks as it wants to take. As you take it, you want to escape to another place, thinking things could improve. Yet even the new place has the same bad habits as the old one. The same old politics practiced despite the location and affiliation of anything. So, it is one of my worst years due to the awful changes that cheap management wants to make on a dime. This is not the first place to do it, but studying properly run management is never done with buddy systems and bad practices. Despite stagnant issues, functioning areas seem to be the targets of wrecking change. So, my revelation is that all the good intentions of trying to fix items in businesses and inefficiencies will reign in lazy management goons who want an easy paycheck. We need to hold these individuals accountable for their actions.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Motivation
The Last Real Christmas Tree
The value of memories is coming in this season. One of the most iconic memories is going to pick out the Christmas tree. The weather has been different, but last year was one of the most memorable. It was the first and only time my nephew came. We wanted to bring memories to him. He was getting older and ready to pick out the tree. For weeks, we built the experience up for the little boy.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Families
Dear Great Grandpa Cassidy
Dear Great Grandpa Cassidy I know we have never met, but your stories have enthralled me. I was told that I would love to have talked to you. You saw from the beginning of electricity to the atomic bomb. Yet your life was filled with disappointment and loss. I know your childhood had the loss of your mother and an absent father. You lost part of the fingertip in the farm equipment, but you were never bitter. I find that riding the rails as a hobo was lonely, but so was your life before that. Eventually, you saw worse in the destruction of the San Francisco earthquake and trying to find survival in all the wreckage.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Humans
A Sword Among Dragon
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Yet, it was not the only occurrence in the realm of Chatrice. This land was plagued by such incidents since the dark magic entered the land when the sorcerer entered the kingdom. He had been caught and killed, yet the evil magic endures. Darkness has come to this kingdom, yet Queen Pourpora stood against it. King Kyron was inconsolable as the situation continued to spiral out of control. A hush of snow fell on the land for the first time. The seers were searching for a way to defeat this evil, spreading like a disease across the land. The lords were slowly turning dark and embraced the evil methods. One seer finally saw a vision and prophesied that a destroyer of magic would enter the realm. The sword will cut the power of the dark dragons and restore the peace of the land. The destroyer will be known as a Sword Among Dragons.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
The Voyage
Only if this storm would stop, Abigale thought to herself. The ship rocked as the night rolled. The waves could be felt, but being under deck, it was too difficult to tell. I did not want The treacherous journey, but this was the key to freedom. Only her prayers as the sailors seem to be slacking on keeping the route without so many storms. So many nights sleeping and others just in the filth of everyone around you. The vomit smell was not even an irritant since everyone was already sick by the first month. The small space and staying under was dark with the escarpments in pots. In better weather, the unfortunate sailor would throw them into the ocean. This day was supposed to be when I would have some fresh air on the deck, but the lightning started. I came to see a new world and not be bogged down by the lack of freedom of the old. Yet the trip has moans and groans. The small space down here has been quite a feat. The cramps and the weather could have been so much better.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
