Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

My parish priest died in February. Leukemia, relatively quickly it seems based on his obituary. He wasn’t my most recent parish priest, but he was the first priest I knew when I first started attending church as a tiny thing that needed to stand on the kneelers in order to properly participate in mass. He …

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Wow, more fun announcements, look at me go! Anyone remember 2020? It sure was one heck of a year. Well, at the beginning of that year (before everything else happened) I found out my story “What Happened to Natalie?” was an honourable mention for gritLIT’s 2020 Writing Contest! It was very exciting because 1) I …

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I’ve had trouble writing blog posts. This isn’t shocking or new to anyone, I’ve talked about it a handful of times promising to do better, to be more regular on here. Hell, I used to write blog post every Monday religiously, was able to keep this site updated with my own thoughts. But then the …

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“It’s a terrible story and one way to tell it is this: two girls in love and a fog of wasps cursed the place forever after,” (Danforth 5). In 1902 at The Brookhants School for Girls Clara and Flo, two young lovers, are found dead in the Tricky Thicket having been stung by a swarm …

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“Plenty of time. You can take in a lot in a hundred and twenty seconds, and that’s all I came here to do: have a good look,” (Hannah 1). Beth Leeson and Flora Braid aren’t friends anymore and haven’t spoken to one another in twelve years, but that doesn’t stop Beth from wanting to check …

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And then there’s the fact that I’m twenty-six, soon to be twenty-seven, and I wondered if I was too old to dye my hair, if it would make people see me different, make me feel different, or make me seem unprofessional. This also wasn’t true, there are women in their eighties who dye their hair neon pink and bright purple, there’s no age to hair dye (okay, maybe a baby shouldn’t use bleach and dye in their little hair but you get what I mean) and my co-workers like it too which is nice.

“The facts, such as they were, were simple: Alicia was found alone with Gabriel’s body; only her fingerprints were on the gun. There was never any doubt she killed Gabriel. Why she killed him, on the other hand, remained a mystery,” (Michaelides 10). It’s been a long time since I’ve read a thriller that 1) …

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For the past two weeks I’ve been pretty upset. It’s not like anything dire has happened to me (though with everything currently happening in the world it’s more than enough reason to be upset). Unfortunately my reason was more selfish: the trip I was supposed to be in Whitehorse/Dawson City and because of COVID I …

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I received an ARC of this book from the publishers in exchange for an honest review. “…white people were stultifyingly predictable; if they could not steal it, they would kill it, but they would never, ever let a colored person have it,” (Johnson 129). I tried hard to like this book and to finish it …

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I’m not going to pretend I understand how the internet works. Thinks get popular and then fade away into obscurity as our attention spans get shorter. I’m not bashing on anyone, I’m use the internet like most and have the same shortening attention span, the same spurts of obsessiveness that seems to define people now. …

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