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I'm Sarah, and I'm college student. I sometimes write.
The Herald's Mabari"Paperwork..." Dawn Trevelyan sighed. "How much paperwork must the Herald of Andraste go over for a pack of bloody mabaris that were, in fact, gifted to us from King Alistair?"The Herald's Mabari by SarahJuneBug
She glanced pensively through a window in Josephine's office, as the ambassador helped her with the paper. Josephine frowned slightly. "Inquisitor," she chided, "this paperwork covers more than just the dogs. It covers trainers, kennels for Skyhold, several hundred pounds of dog food shipments, and more than a few boxes of mabari crunch."
"I know, but..." Dawn rolled her eyes, rolling a lock of her long, dark brown hair in a free hand, twirling a quill in her other hand as she returned her gaze to the paper. "I had no idea getting dogs for the Inquisition could be so much work."
Josephine looked up from her papers and smiled briefly at the Inquisitor. "Look on the bright side. Once this work is done, and the kennels are properly set up-- you said you liked dogs once, didn't you? You'll get to go pl
Alternate Start, chp. 1"Smile!"Alternate Start, chp. 1 by SarahJuneBug
The camera flashed and beeped as Danny stood awkwardly in front of the defunct portal, grasping a white and black jumpsuit. His eyes were half-closed and bored, slightly frowning. "Alright, Sam, are you done?" The boy eyed the stairway nervously. "My parents could be back any second. They might find out what's wrong with the portal and come back..."
"Oh, come on," Tucker said, waving him off, "what's the worst that could happen? They find us and you explain that we were fascinated by what's down here? You know your dad loves that sort of stuff."
"I don't think they'd hold it against us." Sam said, dropping her camera into a black bag slung over her shoulder. She slowly approached the portal, running a hand over the edge of it, looking inside at the dimly-lit technology. Wires cluttered the thing, leading the pitch-black back of the portal. She smiled, turning back to look at her friends. "A portal to another world...the realm of ghosts."
"I think you're forgetting that it does
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