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Blind Date: Love and DeathIt was a blustery October 5th in Hillwood. Eleven-year old Arnold walked along the bridge that went over the harbor, his hands in his pockets and a solemn look upon his features. Today marked the anniversary of his parents' disappearance in San Lorenzo. They had taken off in a plane and had never been heard from or seen again. Arnold kept on holding to the belief that his parents would miraculously return to Hillwood and all would be grand and glorious. However, life was beginning to teach him that miracles don't always happen. His mind mulling over these revelations, he leaned forward on the bridge and gazed out about the harbor. He enjoyed watching the ships sail through as he liked to imagine the far off places that they would go off to and the adventures that they experienced out on the high seas. Cradling his head in his hand, he allowed his mind to wander until a pink fluttering bow caught his eye. It belonged to none other than Helga, who was sitting on the edge of the pier with
Blind Date: Starting OverHelga's heart stopped when Arnold slumped forward with his face pale as a ghost and his eyes closed. "Arnold! ARNOLD!" she cried as she launched forward with her arms outstretched. She managed to catch him just before he hit the ground and slowly lowered him down shakily, her breath catching in her throat and her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. Her head snapped up and her eyes found Jacques standing just a few feet away with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "What're you doing just standing there?! Grab that water off the table and hand it to me!" Without question he did just that then scurried off into the kitchen to grab a drink for himself to calm his nerves. Helga splashed the water in Arnold's face, who woke up sputtering and coughing. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the planter with her hand on her chest wondering what she had done to shock him so badly. "Are you are you all right?" she carefully asked as she calmed down.
Blind Date:Better Than a DreamArnold sat nervously at the table at Chez Paris, flipping through his menu and repeatedly checking his pocket watch. It was pointless to go through the menu as much as he did for he already knew what he was getting. There was only one thing at Chez Paris that he liked and that was the steak tartar, as it was the closest thing to a burger he could get there and he wasn't really into their fancy French food anyways. Glancing out the window, he saw Gerald sitting at the bench who looked over at him and shot him an encouraging thumbs up. He returned the gesture and turned to face the empty chair directly in front of him. He reminisced about his first date two years ago with Kathleen in an effort to stave off his nerves.
The date had gone incredibly well. Kathleen and him had talked the entire night away as she shared stories of her adventures in the hospital and homeless shelter as a volunteer and he had shared his own thoughts about the world and his optimistic vision of it. The entire ti
Blind Date:Panic in the StreetPools of golden light lined the sidewalk as Arnold and Gerald walked towards Chez Paris in the crisp night air. Gerald looked over at Arnold and asked, "How're you feeling?"
"Nervous, but excited! I feel like doing this is a great way to start changing things for the better." He smiled and allowed his half lidded gaze to grace his face. Meanwhile Gerald stiffly nodded as he went through numerous disaster scenarios in the extremely likely event that everything blew up in his face. He just didn't see why Phoebe found it wise to set Arnold and Helga up, but he had learned to trust his girlfriend. Plus, even though she was small, she had the ferocity and fury of a thousand crazy ninjas.
They rounded the corner and arrived at Chez Paris, where Gerald grabbed the door for Arnold with a slick, "After you, Romeo." Arnold just rolled his eyes and walked in.
"Welcome to Chez Paris. Do you have a reservation?" inquired a stuck up looking maitre'd.
"Yea. Romeo, the seven o'c
Blind Date: Blinded By TruthHelga sat at her desk, staring listlessly at her reflection in the mirror as Phoebe curled her freshly blown dried hair. Her eyes traveled to a crack at the right side of the mirror, the sight of it making her heart twinge a little. The memory of what had caused that crack was something that she had been unable to erase no matter how hard she tried. Phoebe noticed Helga slightly wince which caused her to inquire as to what was the matter.
"Nothing Pheebs. Just felt a draft, that's all." Phoebe eyed her skeptically, but kept on curling her hair rather than pushing further. She knew better anyways and wasn't about to push her luck after the closet incident.
They continued to remain in silence for the next fifteen minutes. "You remember when we all used to hang out together? Just the four of us?" Phoebe suddenly said in an attempt to break the unbearable silence. Helga shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She did remember and could still easily recall all their exciting adventures. There ha
Blind Date: Box of MemoriesA petite Asian girl approached the blue house as the sun set, casting everything around her in a warm glow. It was just before 5 PM on Valentine's day, the time she had agreed to come over and help Helga get ready for the blind date. She was excited, but also nervous for the night as she knew that so many things were about to change. Hopefully, they would all be changes for the better and not permanent damaging ones. Her white Converse sneakers smacked the concrete as she hopped up the steps and opened the front door with the spare key Helga had given her years ago for emergency use. She figured that Helga wouldn't mind if she let herself in. A quick glance around was enough for Phoebe to conclude that Helga's parents had already left for the night.
Phoebe dashed up the stairs and softly knocked at Helga's door. When there was no answer, she slowly opened it and peered in. "Helga? Helga are you here?" Her eyes landed on Helga sitting on the bed, her pigtails hanging limply on her shoul
Blind Date: Time to Look UpArnold lay on his bed with his arms behind his head, silently gazing out his skylight as the first rays of sun began to touch the sky. He had had a difficult time sleeping last night and had finally given up at four in the morning, opting to just get dressed for school and think instead as he had done so many times before. Nothing had gone right for him over the past several months. First his grandmother had lost her fight with the bacterial infection and had succumbed to her disease, then Kathleen had decided that after nearly two years of being in a relationship with him that she wanted different things. He knew that she had broken it off with him simply because she didn't know how to handle the cruelness of reality. The day that they had attended his grandmother's funeral, she had just sat there as still as a china doll, visibly uncomfortable at all the grieving and quite unsure of what to do. When Arnold had broken down shortly after the burial, Kathleen had simply walked away, opt
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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