How to Make Your 100th DeviationHow to Make Your 100th Deviation by EgoKryAllen
“Welcome to your100th deviation. Such an inviting sign isn’t it.” I sighed in frustration. “When I asked people for help, this wasn’t what I meant.”
Chelsea pushed me towards the building. “Oh come on Chris, what do you have to lose.”
I started walking towards the building with the weird sign on it. The only reason why I was here was because I was told by other deviants that whenever they were stuck on what to do, they came here for some help. I was a little skeptic at first, but at this point I was willing to try anything.
As we approached the door, Chelsea came out from behind me and began to walk beside me. She then asked, “So did your friends tell you how this place was supposed to help you?”
I shrugged my shoulder and replied, “Nope. All they said was that it would help me figure out what I really wanted to do.”
A Strange Beauty: Chapter 3A Strange Beauty: Chapter 3 by InsaneandSexy
Lyra pulled up in her infinity to Alice's mansion and began motioning for everyone to get out of the vehicle so she could turn the car off. (Background info: All of the friend group are among those who were better off in life. Lyra as a sorceress had huge amounts of money as those skilled in the arts of magic were rare, and thus lived privileged lives. Alice lived off the large inheritance granted to her by her parents, and Maria and Lucas were simply the children of wealthy parents. Their school is an expensive private school for upper-class children hence the uniforms.) Though Alice desperately wanted to see her little sister she was unspeakably nervous. Her mind kept dwelling on how Akane would react to seeing her older brother as a girl. Alice had raised her little sister from ever since the two's parents died some years ago, and she didn't want to see Akane cry again. Having seen Akane cry at the prospect of losing her older brother was a sharp blow to Alice the previous night. It
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.Good Ol' Days - TG by halfpint51
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the