A New Adult novel about how Student Loan Debt is affecting our youth. A 23-year-old college senior who still lives with her parents goes to desperate lengths to pay off her student loans; desperate enough to make a pact with a demon! What the demon wants in return for their assistance is for her to assist it in seemingly simple and harmless tasks that eventually become not so simple and harmless. By the time she finds out she’s being used as an unwitting pawn in the trickster demon’s grand scheme, it’s already too late.
Chapter 1: https://www.deviantart.com/lily-lucid/art/The-Pact-Chapter-1-Mama-Said-807914693
Hey guys! I have returned from the void! And work, lol. In lieu of this Coronavirus epidemic/pandemic/shitiation, I’m about to start working from home. Thought I’d keep you all updated on my goings-on (whoever cares, anyway lol) and let you know that I myself am physically fine. I’m just trying to do my part to reduce my part in the problem.
This past week, sitting in the trains and busses on my commutes to and from work has been… jarring to say the least. Trying to find a clean-looking seat. Passing by empty city streets. It’s been surreal, guys, not gonna lie.
The silver lining to all this, from what I can tell, is that I have a job that is sensible enough to allow me the opportunity to work from home. This I will not take for granted. Also, this gives me more time to pursue other things that I otherwise wouldn’t have had the time or the energy to do. A few of my goals for this time off is to catch back up on my Japanese, read more, and try out a few more video games. Currently, I am in LOVE with the Untitled Goose Game, as well as Pokemon Sword. They’ve been 2 perfectly wholesome distractions from all this pandemonium so far.
So friends, how are all of y’all doing in these sketchy times? Feel free to leave a comment. It’s always nice to be united during times like these.
I’m walking down the hallway of my hotel when I feel something vibrating on my arm. Then a glowing light pierced through my skin. I immediately knew it was a bomb.
If I was going to die I’d rather not drag a hotel full of people with me.
So I rushed out and into a vacant strip of road and awaited my explosive demise.
I relate to this so deeply …. Except for the reading people part I’m terrible at reading people … 😂
Okay. It is hard being an INFP (Check out the Myer-Briggs Personality Test if these four letters mean as much to you as leaves at the bottom of a teacup). I mean REALLY hard. Every day I feel like …
Source: It Is Hard Being An INFP
My name is Harper Dean. I’m about to start college and move in with my boyfriend soon. I love my boyfriend, Logan. He’s really sweet, sensitive and affectionate. He’s always there for me. He tells me I’m beautiful. On our first date, he gave me a rose. Most guys don’t do that anymore, ya know?
He’s very kind to me, he’s very accepting of my crazy past. He doesn’t mind my criminal record, my angry outbursts. He gets angry when I steal from him, but he doesn’t stay angry. He’s got a steady job, and he’s getting his own place soon. He said that he can’t wait to move in with me. I told him I have to wait until I graduate first. I can’t wait to move out of my parents house either.
Don’t get me wrong; I love and feel a strong affection for Logan. I just hate his mustache. It’s a huge turnoff for me.
To be honest, we don’t have much in common either. The reason I’m moving in with him is to get out of my parents house. What happens then? Who knows? Maybe I’ll learn to like him that way.
My dad had a dream once that he’d die next year. Then he said “With my luck, that’d be the only dream I’ve had to come true!”
His scalp felt like it was being set on fire. Sweat was now dripping from every orifice imaginable. His throat was beginning to feel like sandpaper. How much longer was he going to have to endure this, he wondered.
“Please let me out of here… I’m begging you.” He said weakly.
His captor shook her head with a sadistic smile on her face.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Drevor. I’m afraid I can’t do that. Not until you tell me what I need to know.
“Please!” He cried, his voice rasping.
“Ladies, don’t let him out of there until he talks, got it?”
One of her henchmen nodded her head in understanding, and cranked up the heat on the hair drier to its maximum level.
There once was a girl who walked down the block on her way home from school. When she crossed the street she noticed an abandoned building just a block ahead. She walked over to the building and noticed something strange. There was an ominous looking figure peering at her from the window. She curled up and furrowed her brows skeptically.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just a mannequin.”
Just then an older woman walked by, smiling at her.
“Oh! Whew! Okay. Just a mannequin, huh?” The girl couldn’t believe she almost got worked up over a mannequin!
“This building once belonged to a woman who used to run a clothing store. They say her store had some of the most lifelike mannequins in town. There’s a rumor going around that she kidnapped people and encased their bodies in ceramic, so as to capture the beauty of her clothes.”
“Haha good one!”
“Careful. They say the spirits of the people she captured are trapped in the mannequins and now they move around the building every night!”
That made the girl flinch and sprint the rest of the way home. When she got home, she went to the bathroom to wash her face. Then, she looked back up and from her mirror, she saw an old gray faceless mannequin standing behind her.