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The Adventures of Brainy“Yeah, later, Helga.” Arnold rolled his eyes, heaved a sigh, and walked down the hallway.The Adventures of Brainy by ~LycoRogue
“Whatever, Football Head,” Helga stuck her nose up in the air and walked to her locker. As she opened the door she grumbled to herself, “Arnold. What a buffoon. What an annoying goody two-shoes. What a stick-in-the-mud. How I hate him.” Helga peered around her locker door, glaring at Arnold as he gathered his things and rounded the corner. As he vanished from her view her face softened, “And yet,” her voice trailed off. She carefully glanced around her to make sure no one was within ear shot, but somehow s
Chpt 8: Break EvenChpt 8: Break Even by ~LycoRogue
Helga shuffled uncomfortably, her eyes looking at everything in the room. Everything, but him. "I sort of, kind of, the thing is-"
Arnold was getting impatient. He had just run ten miles from his broken down truck in order to confess his love for Helga, and not only was she acting like the whole situation was an average occurrence, but she was also acting very secretive. Why couldn't she just answer Arnold's question of whom else was in the house? The voice didn't sound like Big Bob and it certainly wasn't Gerald. So what guy was in Helga's bedroom?
Arnold's anger with Helga's stalling started to twist his face in to a glare. Footsteps came
Old Man McKinneyThe sun was close to setting on Vine Street. A group of nine-year-olds were all playing outside the Sunset Arms boarding house. A stout man walked up to the boarding house; his hands shoved deeply in his pockets and sporting a heavy slouch that surrendered the few inches of height he had on the children. A large dufflebag filled with construction equipment was slung across his back. He grumbled with a hint of paranoia in his voice.Old Man McKinney by ~LycoRogue
"Hey, Mr. Potts," Arnold greeted the small man, "You look a little down today, are you alright?"
"Huh?" Ernie Potts broke from his thoughts and looked at the concerned children sitting on the stoop of the buildin
When History Repeats ItselfA slender blonde woman struggled as she stumbled her way on to the subway. She had a couple of plastic grocery bags in each hand, and a paper one pressed firmly against her chest with her arm. She struggled to see around the package and repetitively apologized as she bumped in to the other passengers on the train. When she finally managed to find a seat she collapsed with a light thud, dropping her purse off her shoulder and spilling it across the floor.When History Repeats Itself by ~LycoRogue
"Oh no! Dammit!" She looked to find any place where she could put her groceries down so she could collect her belongings, but the car was full. With a huff she stood back up and carefully ba
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