Sarah Faeth Sanders
Hello, and nice to meet you!
I’m a storyteller currently working on my first book.
I’m an Oregonian from NE Nevada. I love writing about life as we know it, and as it could be. Stories are what connect us; thank you for sharing in mine!
The Aspen Grove
Once she was a grove of Aspen trees. She sat nestled at the base of a mountain, just across the valley from a little boy who lived with his mom and dad and younger sister in a small cabin. His name then was Charles, which she thought was quite a funny name for such a little boy, and he played among her branches his whole childhood.
A Plain Woman
Sandra Smith was a plain woman with a plain life. She worked in an office, in a large building of offices, in a neighborhood with many office buildings just like it. Every day, she ate one of three sandwiches for lunch: tuna, turkey, or a BLT with honey mustard. She clocked in at 8 am, and caught the train home at 4:35 pm. Two days a week she stopped at the market around the corner from her apartment building to buy groceries. She ate dinner in front of the TV, and fell asleep with a book in her hands. Her light brown hair curled under predictably at the ends, and her brown eyes saw the world through a pair of rectangular brown frames. All appearances pointed to Sandra as a plain, yet pleasant, woman. Some might even call her “mousy.”