Sarah urffer
Bio
Let words find you with a fun and playful creativeness.
I have some older works I’ll be adding including new creations as well. I do hope you enjoy them. I wish there was a feedback section 😜
Stories (38/0)
Escape into the secret passage
An escape is important part of finding happiness in a troubled home. There wasnt much in the 80’s for a child to do other than drive into a book filled with fantastical creatures and hope for a better future. I would spend hours reading these books with the hopes of being pulled into the story like the tale of The Never Ending Story.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Journal
I’m not seven anymore!!
my little sister is the best! Now she wasn’t always the best that’s what little sisters are for. She’s my best friend and we shared a lot of silly times together. From her crying wolf after hitting her self trying to get her way and running to my mom to tell her “what happened” then laughing at me when she wins. I helped raise my little sister for when she was a baby till she was old enough to run her around on her own. I would rock her to sleep with my awesome singing voice and swing movements while feeding her a bottle a warm milk.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Families
Space what lies beyond our world
In all the battles of what’s better Star Trek or Star Wars it’s never been much of a competition. Both stories are great and unable to be compared. Being a Child of the 80s I knew the world of imagination quite well. I have the wildest Thoughts of talking creatures, aliens and the magic within it and surrounding us in the universe. Star Trek was first introduced to me by my neighbor when I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was so fun and imaginative giving me such inspiration and hope for the future to see and meet these interesting creatures in all their uniqueness. I enjoyed the Imaginative nature a lion witch and the wardrobe due to the interesting nature of walking through wardrobe into a whole new world. This was nothing in comparison to Star Trek which took me to many new worlds and introduced me to so many awesome characters and creatures, all within the confines of my bed.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Futurism
Arborist world of trees
I love the Forrest. Trees have always spoken to me since I was a little girl. Living right next to the woods I would explore amongst the plant life, singing to the birds and creatures of the magical mystical world. I felt alive and connected to this bigger than me experience inside the wonders held in the ecosystem within the forest.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Motivation
The great divide
it’s been very frustrating in the last several years watching the world who wanted nothing but to be connected with each other now seek to divide. We talk about culture appropriation, racism, and privilege. A lot of people are making this white thing as if the color of your skin makes any difference in any of this. And I know some of you just read that and felt offended and thought to yourself oh this is someone speaking who is privileged. And that there is a problem you speak it not realizing you yourself are it as well. Most people don’t realize that they’re living in the same boat as those they’re pointing the finger at. Every single culture every single color of skin has been at the downside of others at one point or another. You are all victim blaming and you cannot seem to move past and create a better future with this connection we all have now that we never had before.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Journal
Centered
“Averill are you ok?” Farrah asks as she watched him pace around the room. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. “Time keeps on slipping or maybe I’m really losing it now”, Averill began to question aloud. His hands holding tightly upon his face while he paces to the bedroom door than back to the kitchen table. “I feel I’m suffocating, sinking deep into shark infested waters with no where else to go”. After the accident about a year ago nothing has been the same, It’s a bit of a sensitive topic so it’s been avoided. Post traumatic stress disorder is quite intense, especially with depression and anxiety worsening. “I can’t go out, I just can’t. please don’t make me go!”
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Fiction
Agony
This is an older poem I wrote I will be adding others as well hope they are ok! Agony Agony trapped inside a mind of a deception. A conscious laden mind wanders free across open fields of illusions. Though the illusions are her own labyrinth, she stays lost as if her mind has been drained of all knowledge of true life. Through many years she spends inside her conscious laden mind never to wander. As the world passes her by she awakens scared of what has happened. she finds herself surrounded, Surrounded by the life of her loved ones. As she soon realizes who they were looking down at, she finds herself dead. Alone yet not. she is not scared for being scared will solve no problems of life. Instead she is thankful and is now released to wander free.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Poets
Memory of a barn
It was when I was seven years old my parents acquired our first horse. It was a beautiful appaloosa majestic as all horse are, he had a arrow of white down the center of his face. I recall the drive to pick him up, the owners were moving and could not take him where they were headed. They lived about thirty minutes away which felt like an hour to my childish mind. I sat there gazing out the window trying to make time slow down. As I focused on different parts of where the road meets the grass. Looking ahead to make it slow and closer to me to speed it up. All this to trick my mind that I in fact was bending time.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Fiction
Kaleidoscope
As a child I remember loving the colors of a kaleidoscope. I would play for hours each day spinning away each time get a different combination and sequence. Such a beautiful outlet in those days. A long waiting fantasy of childhood wanting to have fun with my imagination, to truly be a kid. This was my life, always in secret wanting to be like the other children happy and carefree. Mother and father would not have this irresponsible tomfoolery in there house let alone their only heir. So inside I remained trapped to study and practice but not to play.
By Sarah urffer3 years ago in Fiction