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.
Stories (153/0)
Just a Minute
My head lay against the headrest in all anticipation. The ride was about to start. The excitement of thrill ran through my veins. I have waited all summer to be here. The seat was, as usual, stiff. I place my head back from the long spiel from the employees, all from warnings to how one should sit on the ride. It feels like they take ten years just to finish all the safety warnings. All the warnings about the stuff left in the bin may go missing. All for the name of covering their liabilities if something happens. I followed, putting my head against the rest. It was highly stressful, and yet others did not do it all. I take a deep breath as the lights count down the blast. The ride was famous, and the line was long. It was a scorching day, but I did enjoy the wait for such a ride. Its speed was faster than every other coaster I have ridden. I wished to get closer to the front, but that line would have taken forever. It was at least running, considering it was supposed to rain today, but the sky has stayed clear. I just want to sit back and relax as my body is pushed uphill for over one hundred feet. The time is coming closer as the red light appears. All the waiting has come to this a minute, so late, and it will all be over.
By Sarah Danaher18 days ago in Fiction
My Mom, My Dragon
Women have always had to be strong throughout history. They have fought battles and even been prevalent in worship. A woman's strength does not necessarily show in physical strength but in her ability to maneuver a situation. She stands up and can defend herself and her family in many ways. In my family, the women have been strong, confident women despite their circumstances. They survived through pain and not the most extraordinary circumstances. The one who has affected me the most is my mother. She has been my Dragon throughout my entire life.
By Sarah Danaher2 months ago in Families
What is Love?
What is Love? The world searches for it, yet barely anyone finds it. The difference in the types can also be seen from family to lovers. We all search for that Love and acceptance of others. Some just do not have a healthy family, leading to choosing the wrong mates. Yet it is ingrained in our very nature to seek this same thing. From the beginning, humanity wanted Love and to avoid disappointment. I am no different from the others in finding belonging in family and the outside world. It is strange to sit back and watch others in their many relationships. However, more personal experience is needed to ensure everything is correct. I have watched the relationships in my family and of those around me. It is interesting to see how successful marriages looked like my parents and grandparents have had. I have seen some toxic relationships with family and friends also. Yet even watching the crime shows have shown all the red flags to look at as a warning. Then, to see messed up people even having a loving relationship is also so interesting.
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Confessions
A Perfect Day for Skiing
The crisp slopes were perfect. It was gently laid the night before with anticipation of today. My skis were ready as I entered the ideal day for the slopes. The cold was refreshing. Skiing was my favorite pastime, and I had finally taken my time off work. I woke up early for the empty slopes, yet the brisk air was calling me. I rode up the lift with the site of the snow-covered trees. The breeze was freezing but perfect for the day. I arrived at the top, and the slope was untouched. My skies have been waxed and ready. The smooth snow with no tracks as I came upon the hill. The sky was perfect, and I headed down the mountain. The speed calmed my heart to be alone on the slopes. The trees gave the hill the lines, and I cannot stop this great sport. This was one of the most advanced slopes. I was going my way till my skin became loose. Stopping became more difficult as I headed toward the trees. Snow was flying every day as my life flashed before my eyes. The snow suddenly gave way, and I was surrounded by snow. I finally realized I was in a pile of snow off the slope. My body was sore, and my head was throbbing. It was such a perfect day, and now I might just die in this hole. Suddenly, the snow started making a noise and moving. Is this a rescue or doom?
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Fiction