Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“The future is a fluid thing, Susie. Little is definite. We’re born and therefore one day we’ll die. That’s unavoidable. As for everything in between…Just do your best, dear. That’s all any of us can do,” (Scott 55-56). After Susie’s beloved aunt dies she is given her house and is excited to start renovating it. But …

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“The Hunger Games are a reminder of what monsters we are and how we need the Capitol to keep us from chaos,” (Collins 343). On the morning of the reaping of the tenth annual Hunger Games, eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow learns he will be mentoring the female tribute of District 12, Lucy Gray Baird. While unfortunate, Coriolanus …

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“Do you know what happened to her already? Did you catch it in the papers?…Did you listen to the podcast? Did the hosts make jokes? Do you have a dark sense of humour? Did that make it okay? Or were they sensitive about it? Did they coo in the right places? Did they give you …

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“I think it’s time for me to decide what to be. I can’t go on being nothing forever, can I?” (Blume). Almost twelve-year-old Margaret Simon has just moved from New York City to Farbrook, New Jersey and is settling in well. She has three new friends, a secret club, and is happy to belong with a …

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I’m a simple girl, you tell me there’s an anthology of YA stories adapted from Shakespeare’s plays and I’ll read it. That Way Madness Lies doesn’t disappoint, it’s an excellent collection of stories that Shakespeare lovers will love and many of the stories work as a great introduction to Shakespeare’s works that reluctant teens may be …

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“Humans. For the most part, you are dull and blundering. But occasionally, you can be remarkably bright creatures,” (Van Pelt 350). Tova Sullivan is a woman who knows how to cope. Thirty-years ago her eighteen-year-old son Erik vanished on a boat in Puget Sound, and only a few years ago her husband Will died of cancer. …

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“‘I feel alone,” she says, ‘when I’m with other people.’ ‘Ah,’ Ernest says. ‘The worst kind of lonesome,’” (Lockyer). In the rural town of Burr, Ontario thirteen-year-old Jane’s dad has just died. She spends her time fantasizing about becoming a worm that will burrow into his body, buys tarot cards and tries Ouija boards to …

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As some of you may remember, each October I use a prompt list for Inktober and write a short story based on the words on the list. This month I asked my Instagram followers to send me some words and they didn’t disappoint! It’s a great list of words and I love the story that …

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“As much as we like to believe in fairy tales, where only stupid or bad people meet tragic ends, women are not murdered because they bring it on themselves through their actions or their inactions; women are murdered because they find themselves in the vicinity of a murderer,” (Biller). Despite her success as a mystery writer, …

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“I wonder what the fuck I have to do for people to recognise me as a threat, you know? It’s like…am I even doing this shit? Have I even fucking done anything?…Do I have to smash a glass over the head of every single man I come into contact with, just so I leave a …

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