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EXIII: Audition: Some Kind of Adventure I scratched my head before I went back to writing in my composition notebook. The ending to this story was getting more and more confusing every time Jared tried to explain it to me. I heard him sigh in frustration inside my head.EXIII: Audition: Some Kind of Adventure by Ceata88
We’ll just try again later. He said.
Yeah sure. I was tired anyways. I needed to get some homework done.
“Everything okay?” Steven asked floating down next to me.
I just shrugged at him.
I was home alone for the day since both of my parents were at work. I stayed on my usual spot on my couch, sitting sideways and facing my laptop. My books were on the coffee table next to me and the TV was running away mindless in the background.
But it was even quieter than usual today. Most of my characters were out and about, either in their own universe or somewhere else. It wasn’t uncommon but still fel
Dactylifera 01 He was here.Dactylifera 01 by Ceata88
It had to be that bastard knocking at the door. It just had to be. For two whole months he had shown up every day. Why hadn’t he given up yet? Why didn’t he get that no meant no.
Even if he could manage to get a girlfriend, with his annoying approach, why did it have to be her?
Two months ago when Naranja had punched the blond idiot named Bananaby in the bar for making her friend uncomfortable it had struck an argument. About how he’d never get a girlfriend since he was such a leech. He argued that he could, and to add insult to injury he’d find a way to win her over.
Even now she was debating opening the door and carrying him up to the roof, only to throw him off the building.
At least she had to give him points for persistence.
The Short and TallMarlow groaned, slumped onto the bar stool, and let his head fall forward onto the counter. He ignored the sharp pain that shot up his nose from his glasses and focused on counting the lines in the fine polished wood.The Short and Tall by Ceata88
“Well that was fast,” a familiar deep voice said. “Should I even bother getting your drink?”
“Oh shut up Ryan,” Marlow finally lifted his head, leaning on his hand instead. “I’m lucky I even made it here after work.”
“Slacking off finally bit you in the ass?” The built man behind the counter pulled a glass off the shelf.
“No, I fainted... six times.”
Ryan burst out laughing at this, almost spilling the beer bottle on the counter. “What happened? Kitten pop ups?”
“Bring your kid to work day.” Marlow muttered.
“Oh man, you didn’t get in trouble did you?”
“You know my boss. ‘Curses aren’t an excuse to slack off’. It’s not like
More Cuties Titus had never imagined in his high school life he would get asked out, much less get asked to prom. However, even in his silly daydreams during his freshman year the thought that a guy would do it crossed his mind even less.More Cuties by Ceata88
Titus just lay on his bed, staring into his ceiling as if it was space. His mind tried to put this all together into a reality he could believe, but it didn’t work.
How had a guy asked him to prom? How had anyone asked him to prom?
Maybe he just needed to start from the beginning.
Titus had met Andrew last year, they had a couple of classes together and ended up sitting next to each other. One was a basic programming class, the other geometry. Andrew had stated he had taken programming since he had taken the electives he wanted before and was hoping for something similar. Titus remembered he had scoffed, but kept to himself after that. There was no way he c
Screening pt. 2 Phillip’s heart slammed against his chest, a sensation still foreign to him. He put his hand over it to keep himself from fainting.Screening pt. 2 by Ceata88
“Even more interesting! I can’t seem to read anyone sitting where you are. That means that mask you’re wearing is dysfunctional.”
Phillip put his hands on the desk and leaned back farther.
“Don’t bother running, I can have all those people on the street surrounding the building, so why don’t we talk.”
“Who are you?” Phillip’s voice cracked from his dry throat.
“Well I would like an answer to that question too since with that mask on I can’t identify your face or do a retina scan. But you aren’t inclined to answer that right? You’re worried about getting in trouble.”
Phillip said nothing.
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Group Abuse: Killing our CommunitiesGroups! What a great feature on deviantART. They kicked off last year and have been a huge success. Nothing but good has come from the groups system or has it? I can tell you that right now under the layer of hype lies a deep, dark problem that's slowly killing our communities, unknown artists, and our ART. I'm going to tell you my own story, then explain.Group Abuse: Killing our Communities by DavidVogt
I'm the founder of a large photography group here on deviantART. We've been using the groups system since the very first day they officially released. At the time of this writing, we have almost 3600 members. We've grown rapidly to become one of the largest and most successful photography groups around. As a founder, it's always interesting to see how your group is doing. It's a lot of fun to look at statistics, new members, submissions, and comments. Until now.
We had an excellent discussion in our group chat debating the following issues. Together, we came up with these issues and decided to raise them to the communit