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.
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The day was not getting any better for me. The chores need to be done along with the shopping for the week. The paychecks were not getting any more, but the cost of products sure was rising. The exact amount of food costs a lot more. All I could do was wait for the weekends, which seemed to be continuously robbed of me. My mind could not settle to get through the day's many tasks. Everything was a mess between the kids and my husband, all with brown hair. Plus, if my parents decided to come over, I wanted the house to look at least half decent. My mind still wandered, yet the days never seemed to last long enough. I finally cleaned the toys off the floor to get my vacuuming started since everyone was off to the park. It made life more manageable when I could just clean alone. Chaos was the ruler of this house between work, the economy, and my family. I did love my family, but at times they could be more challenging to keep up with. I was even more annoyed when I heard an odd thump at the front door.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon
"As legend states, a small toddler wandered in the dragon-infested forest. He encountered a silver-scaled female dragon. The toddler just looked concerned but not convinced the dragon was safe. The dragon looked strangely at the small human but still sympathized with the child. For she was a female dragon, and the small voice of a child did not alarm her. She picked the little boy up in her large claws. Her confusion caused her to bring the kid to a crazy old sorcerer living with the dragons. In his altered state, he splashed some magical dust and then demanded to return the child to the human kingdoms. As the child started crying, the mother dragon comforted the boy by licking him. He was confused by that. She quickly flew nearer to the tiny town and let the return unharmed. His family was grateful but wondered how he was not a snack to her. As the child grew, he remembered the silver-scaled dragon, which he named, Mirra. He also developed the sorcerer's abilities and his madness. Slowly he lost his mind to the magic and became a menace to the town. The last sorcerer Thaddeus Graymire was causing many troubles in town. His constant meddling was angering all the locals. The magic had made him mad that the town had finally had enough. So, they captured and threw him in prison, but that did not help. When the death of a child occurred from his mischievousness, he was sentenced to death. In his spite, he took the last pregnant female dragon and hid her from the dragon hunters. She was the dragon, Mirra, that spared his life since he grew to care about the dragons. They searched far and wide to find it but to no avail. Thaddeus was willing to make a deal for his life; he would reveal the location of the last dragon to be killed. This only infuriated the people of the town. They called his spell a bluff and gave him no mercy. Though no one believed him anyway. His mind had been becoming more addled with becoming an awful sorcerer. In his anger, he refused to reveal the location, even to his death by decapitation. His last words were that when all the dragon hunters were dead and the town was at peace, the dragon would reemerge, causing her destruction upon the very town that had brought him to his death. Ever since the town of Derbyshire has been on the lookout for the last dragon. Still, many have stopped believing in the lore's validity. Only if they had not killed the sorcerer, or so they say." stated Alex
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2022
SelectedTop Story - July 2022
The rain pounded as I finally returned from work. It was already a long day at the office. Every time it rains, the electricity has its issues. I was constantly taking phone calls from the technicians. My mind was racing through the awful raindrops. My day never did improve, even after it was raining all day. I started this job five years ago, and yet nothing seemed to gain any advancement towards management. It is a miserable little town, and all the outdated systems never last long in any weather. The day was already draining, and yet heading home to just entertain too long of a long week. I was hoping the rain would have ended, but my car was in the shop, and no other choice but to walk home. Not only was I soaking wet, but I felt like I needed to pass out. Halfway home, I felt so lost, and my mind blurred. Still, I do now remember anyone around. Before I knew it, everything just blacked out.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Dragon: Return of the Ancient Blood
"There weren't always dragons in the valley," muttered Gregor Herolis, “but I would have no power without them.” Gregor sat confidently on the back of Master Dragon, Praug, ready for the impending attack on Dragonia again. He shouted out loud, "I am the Dragon Master, and so why am I one of so many not respected." He then commanded the many dragons to his side, ready for his attack despite the storm. He dismissed all of it and started on the journey to his formal home, where he was no longer welcome. His dark brown hair blew through the wind with his short bowl cut to keep it tamed. His blue eyes were filled with anger, but he had become a monster in their eyes. His youthful looks hid the old age and his rage. His children looked more senior, and yet Gregor never saw them again.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction