Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“If you do something that is forbidden, it is the action that is the target. If you do something that isn’t forbidden, and they intervene, then it’s not the activity that’s attracting attention, it’s you yourself,” (Harpman 35). Thirty-nine women and one young girl are kept in a deep underground bunker and watched by guards. The …

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“Maybe this is love, the things we endure for the other, the willingness to face death, to stare it down, and not be afraid,” (Ernshaw 216). Travis Wren has a gift for finding missing people, all he has to do is touch an object belonging to the missing person and he can get an image …

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I received this book from River Street Writing in exchange for an honest review.  “We may be nomadic and seem a little lost to people, but we’ve stripped away all the nonsense here. What’s the rush to get back to a conventional life? What’s the rush to go back and become good little corporate citizens, and lose …

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I received this book from River Street Writing in exchange for an honest review.  “Despair was like that, eating away at you from the inside, so that you hardly recognized it when you went dark. There was no point arguing with it at times like that. It would always win,” (Fahner 176). Lizzie Donoghue wants more out of …

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“A child’s worry was not like an adult’s. It gnawed deep, and was so unnecessary. Why did people not realize children could withstand the truth? Why did adults insist on filling children with the deceptions their own parents had laid on them, when surely they remembered how it had felt to lie in bed and …

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Today would have been my mom’s sixty-sixth birthday. I don’t usually make a post for her birthday, only on the anniversary of her death. I’m sure it’s to the annoyance of those who follow me online and maybe even to some of my friends. I’m sure some people see it as morbid, that others are …

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“Little Natalie, never rest until you have uncovered your essential self. Remember that. Somewhere, deep inside you, hidden by all sorts of fears and worries and petty little thoughts is a clean pure being made of radiant colours,” (Jackson 42). Seventeen-year-old Natalie Waite is eager to start at Bennington College. There she’ll be away from her …

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“However much Connie’s absence permeated my every though, I had never once said so out loud. Never recounted to anyone the lost, dark-edged hours, knowing that the words themselves, the weight of them in my mouth, would be like drowning, and all at once her disappearance would cease to be a series of frantic flashes, …

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A saint for hares and little creatures is a saint I can get behind, so let’s learn some more about Saint Melangell! Who was Saint Melangell? Melangell (pronounced Mel-an-geth in Latin Monacella which translates to “little nun”) was a seventh or eighth century Irish princess who fled Ireland after her father set up an arranged marriage for …

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“I will never forgive you, unless you find the murderer before the statute of limitations is up. If you can’t do that, then atone for what you’ve done, in a way I’ll accept. If you don’t do either one, I’m telling you here and now — I will have revenge on each and every one …

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