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)
The Lost Years to be Written
In a world with so little understanding, The Middle Ages were left in the dark, but were they? Old books have always amused me. It was a delicacy of the aristocracy of Lords and Ladies. I would instead create the very books that will be found later. Of course, people have yet to learn who the makers were. To write a secret accurate account of the times. So many were uneducated then and wanted to see if history needed to include something. I would have to be married, even just for convenience. Women's rights were nonexistent in Christian Europe. So, I will have to help him or even run things. Women were not of high status, even if they were royal.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in History
The Stolen Cookies
Cookies went missing, and others were found with tiny bite marks. The little bandit was nowhere to be seen. There were no witnesses to the crime except the cat. The cat was not talking. She returns to the scene of the crime and looks at the evidence. The cookies were not at the same level, but a chair was moved to the counter. The lid was sitting on the side of the jar. Little cookie crumbs gathered on the floor next to the muddy footprints. Little footprints of mud set a track right to the cookie jar. Mom was changing over the laundry, leaving the kitchen clear. The investigation is on for the cookie thief. Mom followed the footprints to the toy room without seeing the suspect. The impressions continue to the living room, but yet no suspect appears. Little mud stains led to the bedroom, and a small child playing with toys.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Place to Die
The blustering breeze blew across the untamed land. Its mighty winds had blown since a man had ever been there. The hike could have been more rigorous but very pretty. The streams flowed everywhere, with creatures to follow. The rigid trees stand guard as one walks by the lower levels of the mountains. Claire could not stop taking pictures of the seamless, never-ending nature. Finally, She could relax from her hectic life. Claire sat completely calm, absorbing the sounds around her. The bubbling stream made a nice resting spot for a short break on the long hike.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in Art
The Freedom Thief
The bill was sitting on his desk. The governing body had passed it. This bill will indeed limit all freedoms in the name of greater power. The people need to understand how to live properly and need excellent knowledge of the government. I could be the ultimate leader with no recourse to my actions. They were told that this would provide safety for everyone but not told their personal freedoms would disappear. The plan was established so long ago to make the people ignorant of their rights slowly. We brainwashed them in schools and let the older generation die. Promise after promise that we never kept, but yet they follow still. We even demonized our rivals with the plans we were going to impose. The public bought it entirely. Now I sit in power going to sign this bill to dismantle all the freedoms this place has fought for since the beginning. Everyone will cower with the pressure to pass this to start. We will be the ones to make this work and make it work right. The first thing is to shut down our rivals, then the drains of society. Next will be the undesirables. I signed it gladly.
By Sarah Danaher12 months ago in Fiction
The Jewel Theft
Ted gracefully eyed the Jepsen Jewel on display. It was the largest of its kind, and its luster was breathtaking. So, he looked at the cameras and the security to scout the place early. His disguise worked as he continued to the case without alerting the guards. He quietly slipped to the back while the guard was turned around. Only to wait till the time to swap. The crowds thinned, and the lights dimmed as Ted sat still in the background. Slowly the cameras were cut out. Ted came out of the shadows eyeing the precious Jewel. Pulling the glass-cutting tool out of his pocket. Slowly cutting the glass and temporarily shorting the electricity. He reached gently into the case and replaced the Jewel with a fake one. His hand held the priceless Jewel in his hands. His eyes glittered at its beauty, and he carefully placed it in a bag. He picked up his tools, and Jewel packed them away. Back in the shadows to hide for his escape and before the cameras turn on. He felt a gun in his back. A cop said, “You are under arrest for theft of the Jepsen Jewel.” Ted had been caught.
By Sarah Danaher12 months ago in Fiction