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)
Escape from Paradise
The wind swayed the mighty tall palm trees. Hawaii has been a beautiful place since Ian moved six years ago. It might be expensive, but he needed a break somewhere warm with such gorgeous scenery. The waves were crashing the many surfers, having the time of their lives. It was always a beautiful day, and work was just construction. He had worked with his hands his entire life.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
My Worst Nightmare
The alarm was blaring right in my ear. Snooze was my best response to the irritation. No one wants to go to work, especially for overtime. I hit the snooze but had to wake up at some time. I looked at the clock and should have left by now. I jumped out of bed to get ready and headed the long way to work. I had to not fully woken up, but I could still pay attention to the road, and leaving late made me want to speed through some areas. I always try to keep a lookout for cops. At work, things seemed off, but I could not identify the difference. I clocked in on time.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
Just my Luck
All I could remember was my boss screaming at the morning meeting to submit my report on time under any circumstances. I smiled and promised nicely to ensure my assignment will not be late this week. I had planned early anyway since I already had my number figured out to put into the record and just muddled through the morning meeting. It was another day at the office with the typical politics, but I always tried to take my time to get things done. After the extra-long meeting of uselessness, I headed to my suffocating office space with my lack thereof decorations. I started on the report of the sales numbers for the month. I opened the system to double-check my figures before adding them to my paper. I quickly came to the detail of the sales improvement this month, and the new marketing campaign was increasing the sales. It was a more straightforward explanation than why the numbers were dropping.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Glass
The year 2173 The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He, Braddock Armistead, thought he owned every room he walked in. The star in his mind with mid-length light brown hair and blue-eyed and pale skin- had won most of his races. He was also considered handsome. Sophia stared at the open ceiling with the largest window to the outside world surrounding the entire city complex of Cozencover. Ever since the super-giant volcano at Yellowstone National Park exploded, destroying the mainland United States in 2072. All survivors were gathered to live in glass cities with a protective glass shield from the ash and the weather. Also, everyone was divided by hair color, eye color, and skin tone to keep all races and features from disappearing. Sophia, brown-eyed, with dark brown hair and olive skin, just looked annoyed at Braddock's demeanor.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction