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 (152/0)
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 Danaher2 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
Dancing in the Snow
I felt the crunch of crisp snow under my feet in the fresh layers. Shoveling was my chore as I headed out with my shovel on this wintery day. Little crunches were behind me, and who did I see? My little girl bundled up, jumping in my footsteps and laughing. Her tiny boot prints are in mine.
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Fiction
