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I'm Sarah, a boring college student. I sometimes write when I get bored. I like video games and animals.
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For BrynnDanny awoke to barking and whining, scratching at his window. He stiffened and groaned, grasping onto his pillow, knuckles white as he desperately clung to sleep that was fleeing from him. He opened his eyes barely to take in the time-- seven in the morning. Too early for him. Seeing as his room was on the second floor, he knew there was only one dog that could fly up to his window.For Brynn by SarahJuneBug
"Go away, Cujo!" he howled, pulling the covers over his head. This only frustrated Cujo more, as scratching and banging at the window accompanied another whine. Danny opened his eyes a bit to see Cujo staring at him, his head and paws against the window, silhouetted by his shutters. He let out an extended howl of dismay and then a pathetic whine.. The boy groaned.
Just a few weeks after the Disasteroid had passed, Cujo showed up at the Fentons' doorstep and refused to leave. Danny begged his parents to let him keep him, and they soon relented, as a reward for their son's work saving the world. Soon Cu
Fentons in TrafficThe freeway was jam-packed with vehicles under an unrelenting sun in a cloudless sky, air conditioning the only refuge for the drivers. The cars crawled at a snail’s pace, and sometimes, not at all for a moment or two at a time.Fentons in Traffic by SarahJuneBug
The G.A.V was among them, rolling slowly forth on the road. Inside, Jazz was napping, arms crossed, and head hanging over her chest. Danny was idly texting, eyes half-closed as he stifled a yawn. Jack was driving and Maddie working a GPS system as the two bantered.
"I knew we shouldn’t have taken this freeway," Jack complained irritably, "or left earlier."
Maddie didn’t look up from the screen she was poking at. “It’s probably still the fastest route to Alicia’s, Jack.” she replied, sounding a little annoyed, “the other way is much longer and might still be crowded with traffic.
"Still. God, maybe we should’ve braved the planes again and just dropped over her house. There’s probably an accident and a b
The Secret Trio, chp. 15The three teenage boys with superpowers were faring, in a word, poorly. They helplessly panicked, hope ticking away like the second hand of a clock. Jake wriggled hopelessly in the Sphinx net, and Randy tried his best to squeeze through the bars of his low, tight cage. Danny was the most immobile of them all at the moment, powers disabled by the box and his arms and legs trapped.The Secret Trio, chp. 15 by SarahJuneBug
Finally, the ghost boy let out a helpless moan and allowed his head to fall back. He closed his eyes and groaned. "It's no use. We're stuck here." he announced despairingly. Randy scowled at said companion and paused his efforts to find a gap large enough to go through.
"Don't say that yet. There's got to be a way." Randy retorted, crossing his arms. "I mean, you're a box with a head, so you're no help right now." he said with a derisive snort; Danny pulled his head back down and glared at him, which was promptly ignored. Randy turned his head to Jake, narrowing his eyes. "Why exactly is a
The Secret Trio, chp. 14The journey thus far was almost completely silent. The speeder's engine had its usual low rumble, mingled with the fumbling through the bag of potions by Trixie, Spud, and Lao Shi. They worked to figure out which were necessary to bring and which to leave behind. Sam and Tucker were up front driving and navigating. Tucker seemed to be plugging his PDA into some slot in the Speeder with all sorts of cords and buttons that Howard, who was watching, did not recognize.The Secret Trio, chp. 14 by SarahJuneBug
Howard turned his head back to the potion bag and then he withheld a sigh and used his hands to support his head, elbows leaning against his thighs. The boy had a deep-set frown, and his legs idly swung back and forth as he sat on a bench in the back of the speeder. The bench was nailed to the sides, a green seat cushion beneath his rump. His eyes locked onto the cold steel floor of the speeder.
Feeling uncomfortable, Howard looked backed up and peered out a round side window, revealing to him the Ghost Zone in all its