Monday, November 14, 2011

Final exams- Oh joy!

Yes, final exams are starting in 2 days. I'm so thrilled. -_- One good thing is that next year I'll be grade 7, meaning my grade will be the eldest in school! :D That being said, we obviously have to start training the new scholar patrol to take over next year- it's just so sad! )': I'm going to miss it. At least we have new things to look forward to; like possibly being prefects.
Yeah, so don't miss me; the exams carry on for about 2 weekes. O.O Wish me good luck. xD

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Please slap me! -_-

Yes, I deserve a big ol' slap for leaving my blog for so long! D: Oh, I missed this place!
But I do have a good reason. ;) I've been extremely busy with a lot of things, but some good things came from that...

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Aged up

You remember the firstborn (Amelia) from my DiTFT about 2 posts back? Well, she aged up and I decided to post a picture of my founder as well. She's married to Hank (premade) in Sunset Valley.

More entries and some free time

Yup, here I have 2 (unedited) modeling comp entries. I finished Incorporation's Friday and Staged's yesterday, so I have the whole day today to myself. I'm thinking of how to use this newly found free time. I might just play or work on my baby challenge, but I'm starting to lean more towards the baby challenge; especially since it's been so long since I've updated. :(

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Finally done!

I don't even want to know how many hours I spent on this Casuality entry! It's the most edited picture I've ever done and I'm quite proud of it. I think the only things I didn't touch are the hair, background, clothes and eyes. I haven't even submitted it yet, so you guys get a neak peek. ;) I hope you like it.
(And yes, the necklace is supposed to fade out in some places)

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Busy and lazy me D:

Yes, I've been way too lazy to blog lately, sorry guys! )': But that doesn't mean I haven't been busy. Check out all the modeling comp entries that have been keeping me busy:

Incorporation modeling assign 1:

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Resurface: Chapter 2

Emily (mle4ever) and I are doing collaborative story- Resurface. I wrote chapter 2 and took the pictures. Emily will be writing chapter 3. Enjoy!

The only thing Tegan could hear was the beating of her heart as she lay in her mother’s arms, crying while her mother tried to comfort her.
“Mom” Tegan said in a small voice and carefully looked into her mom’s eyes.
“Yes baby?” Mom answered, forgetting that she hates being called a baby but right now Tegan really doesn’t care.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Secrets Unknown: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

What’s the fastest way to get to a faraway house in the middle of the night? I can honestly tell you it’s NOT running. As I was running as fast as I could to Malcolm’s house the only thing I could think of was Mandy; that, and of course how I should have called a cab instead of running.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Next weekend

I wanted to update my stories this weekend but school decided to cut in. >__< We had a fundraising go-kart event Friday night and that screwed up all my plans (on the bright side, my grade -grade 6- won 3 prizes, woot woot! :D). I've finished all my modeling comp entries and am now busy with my stories' pics. :) I just hope I have enough time to finish the pics today to post the actual stories next week.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Any Genre Writing Competition Season 2: Winners

We're already on the 2nd assignment with season 3, so it's about time I post this.

Third place: Emily (mle4ever)
Runner up: Casey (missnote)
Winner: Fruhurricane

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Babies 24, 25 and 26: Jensen's Return

Babies 24, 25 and 26: Jensen's Return

Sorry for the long wait! :) I hope the chapter was worth it. Oh, and I've hit the quarter mark!

Modeling comp entries

Yesteday I finished 3 modeling comp entries and it took me the whole day! :'( Anyway, I thought they turned out pretty good, but I'm only going to post 2 of the 3 here, since the one looks a little too weird when not on a white background.

Staged Cycle 2:

Casuality Cycle 1:

What d'ya think? :D

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Secrets Unknown: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Mom?” My little girl asked as she drew a beautiful picture.
“Yes baby” I replied, coming out of the kitchen where I was making lunch, to look at her picture.
“Where’s daddy?”

Friday, July 29, 2011


I've typed everything up for Separated at Birth and I'm about to open my game to take the pictures. :) The chapters should be up either today or tomorrow, but they will be out this weekend.

Oh, and just something that made my day SO much better. I came first with Casuality's 2nd assignment and my entry was host's choice along with one other picture. ^.^ I'm so glad!!!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Another chapter almost done!

A chapter of what? Separated at Birth of course! Yup, I've almost finished writing chapter 2 and am loving writing this story again. I guess I have to thank school for giving me enough time to write. Secrets Uknown's next chapter is also done, so it shouldn't be too long till I release updates after this weekend. ^-^
Oh, and my sister wanted to kill me when she started reading Separated at Birth's chapter 1 when I started typing it up. She saw something that adds a sad-dramatic twist to the chapter but didn't see the end, so she's pretty mad at me. :P Yeah, she didn't like that twist.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Resurface: Chapter 1

Emily (mle4ever) and I are doing collaborative story- Resurface. Emily wrote chapter 1 and I edited some of it and took the pictures. I'll be writing chapter 2. Enjoy!

A gentle breeze blew through Tegan Kovela’s hair, tickling her ears as she munched on her hot dog thoughtfully. Turning 10 is something to celebrate and that’s what they’re going to do today; it’s her tenth birthday and the whole family is going to the beach to celebrate, before having cake of course. While Tegan and her mother sat on the picnic blanket that July morning, she thought of what happened earlier that day.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Story updates

I wanted to update my stories this weekend but I won't have enough time. Be sure to look out for new chapters next weekend.

Oh, and for those who are wondering, I'm continuing Separated at Birth and Secrets Unknown. :)

Monday, July 11, 2011

Amazing day!

Yesterday when I logged onto the Sims 3 website I found I had a gift message. I already checked my email so I knew I wasn't given a gift. I clicked the icon, and guess what... my 3rd recommendation badge was sitting there waiting for me! :D It made my day. ^-^
And later that day I almost couldn't stop writing Separated at Birth Season 2's first chapter. I'm hoping to get it up- maybe next weekend. Not sure if I'll get time. Either way, it was a great day.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Truth Before Dawn

Truth Before Dawn

There are many things in this world we can’t explain and just don’t understand, but what if one little girl could have all the answers?
The rain dripped slightly, soaking Marine’s brand new sketchpads as she wiped the drops of water from her glasses. No one would think that this helpless 5 year old girl would be able to save the world.

Secrets Unknown

Secrets Unknown

It came too sudden, too sudden to react or see it, but as soon as I came to my senses it was all so clear. The mass of children running opposite the direction I’m going almost take me with them, but for everyone’s safety I try to get to where I’m supposed to be, to get out of the crowd.

At Midnight

At Midnight

It was another one of those cold winter days when there’s no one on the lot and there’s nothing to make me calm down. My mind keeps wandering to my desk’s drawer to where my painful secret lies, calling me to take it out what felt like 100 years.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Sims 2

Yes, I got the Sims 2 bug. A few days ago I dug out my old Sims 2 games and installed a few ep's. I've only played it here and there but yesterday I really started enjoying it and I've been playing it allday today. To be honest, there are lots of things we have in Sims 3 I'm missing while playing it but once I started playing ts2 I fell in love with most of the features, seeing as lots of the things we get in it are better than in ts3. Boy did I miss my weather!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

3 down, 1 to go!

So, I've already finished typing up 'At Midnight', 'Truth Before Dawn' and 'Secrets Unknown'- now the only thing left to type up is Separated at Birth. It's the longest one (9 storyboard pages- remember, these are only intros) and I want to add a few pages so that new readers don't have to read the entire first season to know what's going on- so I'm going to add a short summary of the first season. I've only taken Truth Before Dawn's pictures but this is going pretty fast considering I'm putting them up next weekend. ^-^

Friday, July 1, 2011


Along with a new month comes a new post! ^.^ The first week of winter break is almost over. :( And I think it's about time I start getting those intros out for my new stories. (I'm hoping to have them up next weekend).
Separated at Birth Season 2 (obviously :P)

(The following few won't all be continued- more information will be posted later)
Truth Before Dawn
Secrets Unknown
At Midnight

Do they sound interesting? I sure hope so.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Nyan cat?

I suddenly see nyan cat pop up all over the internet. I've watched the youtube video and, call me crazy, but I don't see what the big deal is. Sure, it's a little catchy but nothing to freak out about. And it's long- I pretty much lost interest halfway through the thing. But I'm going to show it to my friend tomorrow anyway; I want to see what she thinks.

Yeah, a bunch of nyan cat fans are probably going to eat me up now, so I might as well make the meal better for you. *throws BBQ sauce over self*

I think it's kinda growing on me. :?...maybe! I dunno, it's weird.

Stars modelling: Assignment 1

We had great entries for assignment 1 and I thought it would be a good idea to share them. This was a non-elimination round.

(The photos aren't working that great on my blog. If they don't show up just re-open the window)

Assignment 1

Kirtykins2 with Vanessa
here is vanessa hard at work talkgin to restles spirits !

now its not easy to capture my sims hopbbie she likes to take videos.. so when i said stay still she posed with her camera

Hox with Sabrina
Job :

Sabrina absolutely hates her job. She works in a small cafe cleaning up. Her worst job is cleaning the toilets, yuck!

Hobby :

When Sabrina gets any spare time she likes to practice playing the guitar. She shuts herself in her tiny bedroom and plays on a really old guitar that used to belong to her grandfather.

Reiya with Leigha
Leigha works at her grandparents' ice cream shop across the street,

But what she really wants to be doing is practicing her true passion:


Maddee with Heather

Heather works full time as a private investigator. It's a hard job, but finding those bad guys is her true passion!

But her parents are pushing her to work towards becoming a professional athlete, like her grandfather.

Maddie with Billie
Billie has a part time job in Katie's Cupcakes:

But she loves to act in plays at the little theatre in the park. This is her as Lucy in Narnia.

jaunty with Miranda
Job:Miranda does the worst job you could think of,and its the longest profession around.
You see she has to proposition herself to earn a living,Miranda has done this job since she was 18.When she left school she walked away with no qualifications,so getting a normal job was impossible,nobody wanted to hire her.She cries every day and night because she knows her parents would be so disappointed in her,she can never tell them what she really does for a living.

Hobbie:Martial Arts

Miranda loves to spend her spare time practicing her moves,She knows she can release her pent up anger when she's training.Her dream is to star in a martial arts movie and hopefully make it big and start to earn the big bucks one day.

Ella with Kimberley
Kimberly works in 'Felicities Furniture Store' as a sales person.Kimberly describes her job as boring and dull and the same everyday.Kimberly doesnt like getting bossed around by her boss Felicity,i think she perfers bossing other people about!Anyway,Kimberly predents she enjoys her job by putting on that fake smile....

But what Kimberly really wants to do is act,act and act and win a number of awards.She normally acts by herself,predenting to be in a movie scene or advert.Here is Kimberly acting out a scene in the snow:

Drew with Debra

Debra works in the office of a large corperation as the coffee delivery lady. Not much, but it pays the bills. Her boss is extremely attractive, and more then once she's walked in on him enticing a willing girl from a part of the office... She just looks straight ahead and pretends not to notice.

Debra loves creating wine! Her father used to give her spare grapes from their vineyard for her to create wine since it was too expensive to purchase. She's loved it ever since!

wyyv with Daniella

Daniella works at the dump sorting garbage day in and day out the works tough, but Daniella tries her hardest every day, in hopes of better luck.

Daniella's favorite hobby is hanging out with her friends-for most, it may not be considered a hobby, but for Daniella it is. Her and her friends have had the greatest times together.

Ali with Kelsie
At the moment, Kelsie is at college, but she also has a job at the local Abercrombie store. It's not very big so she doesn't get payed much and she only joined to get money, meet new people, and if she is lucky then she would like to do some modeling there! Everyone always thinks that her job must be great, but it's not. She spends all her afternoon is a stuffy, dark shop with music that is too loud and constantly asking where things are. She has to look happy and welcoming and she has to fold clothes properly. She hates her job so much but she always gets frustrated when tryng to tell people this because they don't understand.

Kelsie is very vain. In her spare time she likes to dance, or generally just pose. She even has a special white room dedicated to dancing and posing because the likes to take photos and videos.
Kelsie hopes that one day she will do what she loves for a living.

Courtney with Jane
Jane spends her days cooped up in a cramped skyscraper level, with around 40 other people, sitting at a computer screen, while constsantly being thrown insults by angry complains. Of course, the one thing people hate most, a telemarkter. (Is that what there called, not too sure? lol)

Though Jane sometimes wonders, with the long hours and minuminum pay, if it's really worth giving up her true passion.


Jade.M with Cherry
Job- Cherry works as a Personal Trainer at the gym. She hates it. The smell of sweat makes her feel sick. Every morning Cherry hates going to work, but she only does it to pay the bills. Cherry loves finishing work, to enjoy her hobby!

Hobby- Cherry loves reading. She spends most of her time in the libary or at home reading a book. I know you might think it is borning, but it is what Cherry loves to do in her free time. She reads for hours, because she gets so lost in her fav books!

Bert with Layah

Job- Because beauty is nothing without brains, Layah is a librarian.
She has vowed to learn all she can so she won't be taken advantage of when she make it BIG.

Hobby- Drinks can get your mind off of a lot of things, not by drinking them, but mixing them. Layah sees a good time in mixing drinks. the amount of combinations is remarkable, kinda like numbers, but not boring XD

1st: Jaunty; 348
2nd: Maddie; 327
3rd: Courtney; 324
4th: Hox; 323
5th: wyyv; 322.5
6th: Drew; 318.5
7th: Jade.M; 305
8th: Ella; 303
9th: Ali; 302
10th: Bert; 294
11th: Kirstykins2; 289
12th: Reiya; 274
13th: Maddee; 269

The Lavender 100 baby challenge: babies 22 and 23

Sorry for the late update. The update it is a little different, so it took some time to write it.

Babies 22 and 23: Mysterious Trouble

Sunday, June 26, 2011


So, I've figured out there are more people reading Separated at Birth (and want it to continue) than people rec'ing it. I've suspected this for a long time but then my question forms. Rec's are a form of appreciation and something that encourages me to continue writing. I am making a 2nd season of Separated at Birth but I might not post it up on the internet. My question: If you really like something and you want it to continue, why don't you rec it? Even if you have to post as an anon, I'd just like an answer. If you don't have a simming account I understand but tell me, so I know my story appeals to people outside of the simming community.

Ok, my mini rant is over. I'm just wondering about this and would like an answer.
Happy simming! :)

Friday, June 24, 2011


Today was the last day of school and now we have winter break. *grumbles* stupid cold, no snow.
Anyway, school came out 11 AM and around 10 minutes before the bell rang for scholar partol to go out we got our report cards. When I checked my grade average I saw I went up 2% and my mark was better than ever. It's...97%!! :D And, for the first time ever, I had nothing below 92%. Last term I had nothing below 90%, so I'm in an awesome mood! ^.^

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Crazy dinosaurs. Rawr!

Yesterday in art class we could colour in some dinosaurs (if we wanted to) and my friend and I thought it would be a good idea to colour them in together. At first my friend wanted to make the pictures sensible. -_- Boring! Then I started colouring in the arm purple and she joined in. Look at our colourful results ^.^ :
 Yes, I know it kinda looks like a 3 year old coloured them in, but we were just being crazy and didn't care about making it look good. We call them...our rainbow nation! :D
I wrote this at the back of one of them, but sadly the camera didn't want to be nice and so you can't really see all thewords properly. Anyway, it says 'No dinosaurs were harmed and no monkeys were used during the making of this picture...hopefully!'

Now, following our crazy experience, we want to see how creative the Sims3 community is. To stand a chance to get featured on my blog (yes, there will be rec's involved ;) ) enter your insanely colourful sims/lots. For more information, visit the forum here

Saturday, June 18, 2011

I'm progressing!

So, it's been about half a month since I put up Separated at Birth's finale and I've finished season 2's intro and I'm busy writing the first chapter. I'm looking forward to doing a 2nd season but I hope the finale is successful enough to encourage me to continue. Other than that, since the first 5 chapters of Separated at Birth aren't that good (only a few words in a sentence), I'm rewriting them. I'm already about quarter way with chapter 5. The reason I'm rewriting them is because I'm hoping to get it published later on and I can't have the chapters that are supposed to draw you in bore you to death. Yeah, I'm in a really good mood right now! ^.^

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Lavender 100 baby challenge: baby 21

Read the new chapter full of Generations features.

Baby 21: Baskets of Children Trouble

Stars modeling

I just started my very first modeling competition. I've competed in various modeling comps and thought it's about time I host my own. So, here it is! :)
Enjoy Stars modeling

Friday, June 10, 2011

My first Picnik edit ^_^

I think it came out pretty good for my first try. :D I have no idea why I suddenly started playing around with the site but I enjoyed it and I'm certainly going to be doing it more often. And yes, I know you can make it already say before and after in Picnik but I forgot, so there! :P


Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Lavender 100 baby challenge: babies 18, 19 and 20

The next chapter of the Lavender 100 baby challenge is here!

Babies 18, 19 and 20: Broken but alive

Eyes modeling entry 1

Before I head back into my game to finish the next chapter of my baby challenge, I decided to share my first entry for Eyes modeling competition (hosted by jaicee_521) with you guys.
Assignment: Bold and beautiful
My entry:

I'm quite pleased with how it came out. ^_^ It may not be the best but I'm happy with it.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

How'd this happen?

I can't believe I only blogged once this month! Now I'm mad at myself. There's only a few days left of this month but I'm going to make up for my absence. Firstly you'll find Separated at Birth's finale this weekend (finally!) and I'm thinking of adding a downloads page to my blog, where anyone can leave sims by commenting on this post and later on the posts advertising new sims. POST, POST, POST! :D Talking of new pages, I really need to add one to keep track of all my story updates...

Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Lavender 100 baby challenge: baby 14

Sorry for the delay in chapters but the save kept crashing. Anyway, here it is.
Baby 14: A battle against problems

I started a rainbowcy!

A while ago I suddenly became really interested in berry sims. I started playing with them more and started reading a few rainbowcies. One of them really inspired me to start my own but I haven't really thought about publishing one on the or a blog until now. This is of course storified. I made a blog for it and posted the intro. If you would like to read it, you can find its blog here.
I hope you enjoy it! :)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Long time no blog...I think.

It feels like I haven't put anything on here for so long, but yet my last post was in!
I've had lots of drama after wiping my harddrive and my Sims giving me trouble after that. I couldn't get the launcher to open and then it struck me why. Since I backed-up my saved games everything was patched way up and because of that the launcher couldn't read everything properly. I just installed WA and my launcher problem was fixed. It told me the game was incompatible with the data (duh, computer) and after installing and patching up to LN it's like I never uninstalled. And then to make my day better I found a great update concerning Generations- more pics!
Now, to make things even better tomorrow's my birthday! A great birthday present, no school for a week.

Now, enough of my babbling. I've been working on a story a while ago but got a little writer's block concerning it. I'll continue soon though but I'd like you guys to read the first part.

All it takes is one drop, just one too many, and it will all be over; or one handful of her mother’s pills and she’ll get her wish. With the waves softly roaring in the background outside and the small droplets of water falling sideways against the windows, Allah’s tears joined in and it was hard not to jump free from the pain by running into the glass wall. Would you say it’s normal if you want to end your life at sixteen? Everyone would clearly describe it as abnormal and insane; just sorry to them, but her decision has been made final.  Even though she’s the one who wants to do it Allah doesn’t even know why.

A seaside house, a gorgeous appearance, a hot boyfriend and anything and everything a girl her age would desire, but still there was something that made her miserable, something she couldn’t put her finger on, as small as a speck of dust. Her life wasn’t perfect, her parents split up, but she has a wonderful step-dad and no step-mother. There was just one void in her she felt could have made her life better, one thing she forgot, or maybe subconsciously pushed out of her memories.

Allah’s hand slid over the bottle’s smooth sides, opening the tap for water, every ounce of her shaking, and every muscle in her body stressed. She had 15 pills in her hand, an owl hooting outside the window and footsteps sounding at the far end at the beach, splashes following, but her eyes never leaves her hand with her killing weapon. The window burst open from the sudden wind, a few spats of water dropping on her cheeks and her eyes producing more, the first thing she felt in weeks, maybe even months.

She just loved the beach and had to smell that salty water one more time before she can leave, one more stroll amongst the waves with clammy feet on the shore and all the fresh water licking at you from the ocean. Throwing the pills into her pocket Allah shoves open the front door and strolls to the first palm trees a few meters from her house, the fresh air filling her lungs with pride, a sudden change to her stuffy room she isolated in. The moon shone brightly onto her face and pulled the tides graciously from side to side. All of this spelled peace, Allah’s paradise.

Allah closed her eyes, concentrating on the waves and faint rain dropping down on her, breathing in another lung full ocean air. One foot by one she slowly walked forward, still with closed eyes, and instinct guiding her to where the land meets the water. Opening her eyes Allah takes 2 pills from her pocket and puts them on her tongue, waiting for a wave to splash over her to swallow them, just to make the feeling a bit more peaceful, a small tinge of hope going through her veins that the waves will steal the pill away, but it didn’t. The wave came quickly and her minor first step to death was complete. Her head swung to the sky, all the stars winking at her. Subconsciously her hand rose, reaching out to them with a soft stroke to above.

Slowly her eyes closed, her hand falling next to her hip and breathing deeply, the sounds the sea makes with every little move calming her down more. In the distance Allah could hear a guitar playing, the soft singing of a 17 year old boy moving flawlessly up and down the notes with the instrument and the few birds having a late picnic on the beach joining in on the melody. Allah felt half mad that someone would come to her beach and quickly swallowed one more pill, then looking up at where the singing came from.
It was like her heart flew from her chest, like all of a sudden it’s the middle of summer with all the heat and sun beating down on her, and most of all it was like time stopped. What guy in the world can make you feel like that?

“Is it,” Allah asks herself, “that ‘love of first sight’ these brainless love doves are always cooing about?”
She gave another glance at him and a muscle in his cheek sprung as he noticed her, quickly forming into an adorable smile, and his eyes shiny like a million diamonds under the sun.

Thanks for reading. Any opinions possibly?

Monday, April 4, 2011

A Life Without a Speck of Light- Entry 1 for Skip45's Pens, Pencils and Pixie Dust Writing Competion

A Life Without a Speck of Light

My life is like a maze, a never ending boat ride in the middle of the ocean, like a cave with no return as the light fades away; nobody’s life is perfect, nobody has a smile on their face all the time, but if I tell you my situation you probably won’t believe me. I always look at other people and dream of a better life, of freedom, or maybe I just want their lives, but I can always hear them complaining and saying they’d rather want my life. You know what they say; the grass is always greener on the other side.

The old wooden steps creak under my weight as I walk up to the attic, a cold dusty place, my mind swirling around all the troubling thoughts crowding my head as every so often one of the unstable wooden boards that I’m trusting to support me, splinters away to leave an open gap to fall through; cobwebs, spiders, dust, dirt, moss and undiscovered creatures lurk behind every corner, every turn of the steps a danger to find the unfamiliar. My heart knows no emotions, no feelings for me to experience, and my brain doesn’t want to think anymore, just an inhabitant of my skull, dust probably gathering with the lack of life, but I’m not dead…not yet.

As my hand touches the door to open it, the rotten door 10 centuries old, my eyes fall close and the door falls forward, the rusty hinges that gave way falling down the steps; it’s midnight, the worst time to wander around this house, to be alive or awake, but I couldn’t wait, the last remaining pieces of what once was my proper working heart raced at such a pace I can’t count the beats, but everything that matters sucked out of it. I’m falling forward; landing on the old door like it’s a cosy bed. My mind fills up with old memories, memories before the horrible day, but they get thrown away as the memory of that day revives itself.

I try to push the thought out of my head as I’ve already endured the pain a million times after the actual time it happened; my face turns into a display of pain as I slowly stand up, my arm bruised and a few scratches on my face, but I keep moving forward, to the window where the pale moonlight flows in from outside, everything in perfect harmony in the outside world. Sadly, I wouldn’t know about that. Ever since my dad died from a horrible disease 2 years ago, mom has gone into denial, abandoning me after her second marriage 9 months ago in an attempt to get over my dad, all ending in failure.

I never see my mother anymore, leaving me to find support from my step-dad, luckily succeeding, but as soon as a father-daughter bond formed between the 2 of us, when mom’s eyes slowly started opening to the truth and I finally called him dad, he was pulled away from us; he got an amazing job offer in a different country, a country we can’t afford, and it was his dream job. We’d be monsters if we forced him to stay, to give up this once in a lifetime opportunity, and so all our happiness left along with him, barely returning when he visits once every 2 months, although it’s still our happiest times.

Mother doesn’t leave her room anymore, not even when dad visits, and just lies in bed for 90% of the day, leaving me in the care of my sleep-in home school teacher; she was always pretending around mom before she turned into the lifeless shadow of her old self, someone who doesn’t care anymore and doesn’t care about living. She could never fool dad though, as he always broke her down with his stare, being caught whenever I was uncomfortable, and he made sure she would always show her true colours around him. If he was still staying with us she would’ve been fired months ago, but there’s no way he can monitor her from where he lives at the moment.

She’s my greatest nightmare, a woman I fear, as I can never know when she will make my current breath my last one; she locks me in this house on the second floor up to the attic, my prison, never to see the world, never even a whiff of fresh air. Big tears roll from my pale blue eyes, falling to the world beyond my reach 5 floors downwards to the pavement, leaving big puddles after a long time period of sobbing, crying my eyes out. I can only dream, these magnificent dreams where I have a real live and a real mother, but as soon as my eyes shoot open the realisation of that being a fairytale, something that only happens in stories for little kids, my mood dampens and all my hope flies out the window.

My mind starts to wander for the fifth time this night, feeling that this is the day for change, the day when everything will take a path for something better, something normal and real, not a rotten ‘life’ in a prison. I always wonder what it would be like to live with my step-father, if it would be worse (which I highly doubt) or a dream come true; if only I could get that chance to try it, even if just for 1 minute, I can continue my life without this riddle stuck in my brain.

My daydreaming is interrupted by a shaking of the attic, before realising it’s not the attic but the whole town, possibly the whole continent, and as my emotions suddenly went from confusion and just a blank, to irritation (because its happened before because of the attic’s weak architecture) and almost instantly to panic when I realised it has nothing to do with the house. This was the first ever earthquake in my neighbourhood!

Millions of questions whirl through my head, uncontrollably, all leaving me confused, shaken, my eyes tearing up and my body ready to collapse at any moment as the questions still kept coming. How many people’s lives will this quake take? Is our house going to collapse? Does the earthquake stretch to where dad is? Will he die? Will I ever see him again? What about mom? Is she finally going to show emotion again? Will this be the last moment of my life, here in the rotten attic?

I feel the sun beating down on my face, the birds singing and a gentle breeze blowing through my hair, and my eyes slowly flicker open. I find myself in an unfamiliar place, in a small apartment, miles away from my house, but much more glamorous and welcoming.
“She’s awake! Honey, come quick!”
It is dad’s voice, the only voice besides mom’s I’ve been seeking; I put all my energy into moving my head, looking around the room to find him.

His face is lit up of relief after what I can see were hours (days?) of stress, his deep blue eyes twinkling with delight and pleasure as he smiles to me, a smile that washes away all my troubles and worries.
“Oh, thank goodness! My baby is alright, such a relief”
This time it’s mom’s voice calling as I see her running to us, her face soaked of tears and her arm in a cast. As she sits next to me on the bed I’m resting on, I see her more alive than ever, that she finally awoke from her misery.

“I’m sorry darling. Life goes on, and I just couldn’t accept that. I abandoned you. Your life became horrible and it’s all my fault” mom cried as she held my hand in hers, stroking it with love.
I couldn’t reply, everything she said is true, but I can’t tell her that, my lips sealed together as I don’t want to hurt her.
“What happened?” I asked when I suddenly remember that dad was living miles away, and then the realisation that the earthquake was over, that it made us flea, all rushed over me.

“You were being crushed under tons of rubble during the earthquake. Our maid was the only one with the courage to come to me and tell me what’s happening. I jumped out of bed and everyone helped to get you out. Several of your bones were broken. It happened a week ago and you were discharged from the hospital a day ago. I immediately called Hayden, your step-dad, for help when the earthquake passed and the after shocks began” mom explained

“I rushed over in fear that you and your mom would get seriously injured. I was just in time to see you free from the ruins and your mom and I rushed you to the hospital over here. We couldn’t bear to lose you…you opened our eyes” dad said to me with a twinkle in his eyes.
I wanted to ask more questions, to have more info, but my lips were numb, unable to move; at last I instead just closed my eyes to rest, dad stroking my hair gently.

The days were flying by as I barely notice the clock ticking from all the excitement, the fun with my mom and dad indescribable; that saying, the grass is always greener on the other side, I don’t believe it anymore. Not for 1 moment have I wanted to get my old life back. I’d have to be a lunatic to want to do that! My life’s still not perfect, but it’s better; we’re a real family now and mom finally has a life again, though…no, it must be my imagination.

Its 2 months later and I’m sure something’s wrong. Mom isn’t right; she’s always mumbling to herself, looking around franticly like an escaped convict, giving dad a wild eye stare no normal person is capable of. I’m really worried about her, seeing as she and dad are drifting apart, and everything’s falling apart for them; they try to make me think everything is fine, but I’m not that stupid, not anymore. Dad’s also acting weird, and I mean really freaky, always hiding in the shadows, afraid that anyone will see him, acting like he has something to hide.

I’m growing with fear, weeks passing and I’m appearing less and less in public, scared that something will happen, afraid that I will never again see my parents. This neighbourhood isn’t safe, and neither is my life, as I realise its only turned into a different version of when mom and I lived alone, when she was blind to the truth. Dad’s not as great as I thought he was; I don’t really know much about him, and that’s the problem, but I think the best way to get started is to find out what this ‘dream job’ of his is.
He would never tell us what it is, no matter how much we beg and plead, so my job was to be shady and get the info.

I hear the wind howling around the corners, the leaves blowing in circles through the streets while being watched by the shining moon and the countless twinkling stars above; the welcoming sounds of nature’s wonders drift into my ears as I push the pepper spray deeper down into my pocket not to lose my only weapon of self defence. Dad always works at night, hiding out in his study but I have a feeling he goes down the elevator in there so neither me nor mom know he’s gone. I have no idea what I’m going to find, or what I’m hoping to discover, just hoping that I’ll find an answer.

“Maybe my old life is better; mom didn’t really have a life but she didn’t feel this pain” I whisper to myself as I reach the door to dad’s study, thinking about her behaviour and deciding that I’m not imagining it, that mom really is traumatised. It’s my job to find out what did it to her, whatever it takes.
“No, not yet…yes! Unfortunately, she found out. She’s not the same anymore…no way! I’ve waited to long already…you know I’m a master of words. I can fix this…of course I’ll make sure…but-…ok, if it has to” I hear dad arguing on the phone, throwing it onto a pillow when he hangs up.

The door creaks as I slowly push the door open, only a little opening to look through, and I see my dad sitting at his desk rubbing his head with frustration, messing up his perfectly combed hair. I can’t see danger in this job, just frustration, misery pouring out of him from having no answer to give. As I feel sorry for him I lean forward, putting my weight on the door ready to fling open with the gentlest push, and my weight is more than that, the door falling open and leaving me to plummet headfirst into the carpet.

Before noticing me, obviously deep into his thoughts, he talked clearly without the tiniest worry that somebody will hear.
“Now, onto the important business; Jewel heist, or rob the city bank...? We can always try to kidnap the mayor to ask for a ransom for his safe return…Mayra!” he wondered about his next job out loudly, and then with a shock notices me, jumping up.
“Hey…dad” I greet nervously standing up, awkwardly rubbing my hands together in an effort to occupy them.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, winning back his confidence and putting on a charming, yet fake smile. “What did you hear?”
“You know I hate it when you hide things from me”
“Uh, from the part where you said ‘no, not yet’ on the phone”
At the sound of these words his smile disappeared immediately, his hand reaching to the inside of his pocket and bringing out a strong hand pistol.

I start retreating slowly, trying not to let dad notice and my hand failing to grasp the pepper spray; he lifts the gun higher up, making my eyes tear up from fear, looking everywhere for my dad- before I found out the truth, not this monster.
“Stay where you are! Don’t move” he demanded, his voice icy and without feeling, visible emotional pain on his face.
“Dad, I don’t understand” I broke out, tears running over my face.

“No, you don’t! This is my dream job, the one I’ve been waiting for all my life. I’m not going to let a little girl and her mother take this away from me.”
“Your dream job is to be a criminal? What kind of a life is that!?”
“It’s my life! I promised myself I wouldn’t stop till I’m at the top, and I don’t break promises.”
“What about what you promised mom and me; that you’ll always protect us and make sure nothing bad ever happens to us? Where is that guy, the person we all love?”
“Don’t talk nonsense. I’m still him, you 2 just didn’t know the other half of me…and you shouldn’t. You know too much, both of you; you’re too young, you won’t make it. Your mom is a big girl on the other hand, she can get over it.”

His finger rested on the trigger for quite some time, as if scared to pull it and end my life, and I consider running in his moment of hesitation, but as soon as the thought pops into my head I realise how ridiculous this is; he’s much faster than me, as I’m not fit after staying in a house without any fresh air for about a year, and he doesn’t even have to catch up to me, he just needs to get me out into the open for a clear shot. I see his finger’s muscle pulling as he moves it to finally end my life.

“Wait…! Can I ask you one more thing? Then I’ll accept my demise with honour and dignity.” I pleaded desperately
“Uh…Sounds good to me. What is it?” he answered cautiously.
“I want to experience you the same way before I found out”
“Can I at least…have one last hug?”

He couldn’t say no, seeing as we’re not enemies but a close step-daughter and –father, pulling me into a pleasant hug and lowering his weapon for a moment. I haven’t been this happy and comfortable for weeks, but I know this won’t last, that once this moment is over I can never even think of having another.
“Can’t I…stay? I can help you; I won’t tell anyone” I desperately try to save my life.
“I will never be able to live with myself if I did that. It gets pretty gruesome and I can’t let you be emotionally scarred like that. Even tonight has been too much to overlook. You won’t be able to look at me the same again as soon as you wake up tomorrow morning. You won’t be able to function the same…this is the only mercy” he explains, surprising me as I hear his voice shaky, close to tears.

I think about my life for a while, for the last minutes I’ll be able to think; that saying is absolutely true, that the grass is always greener on the other side: at first I thought life with dad would be better, but I was wrong; now that I’m here I started thinking my old life was an improvement, the exact opposite of what I thought at first; and now, I once again think life with dad is better than dying, but I know if I stay I’ll think otherwise. It seems the only way to get out of this maze of a life is to end it, but once again I can be wrong, as I’ve seen countless times before now.

“Dad, I’ll miss you…I couldn’t have asked for a better step-father” I sobbed.
“I’ll never be able to replace you, darling…do you still think I’m that great a step-father, even though I’m going to kill you?” he cried, finally letting his emotions run wild as the tears come down.
“Yes…I know it’s for the best”

Our conversation ended, crying into each other’s shoulders and just savouring this last moment together. He slowly lifted his hand with the pistol up to my head, the cold metal making me shiver; I clung tighter onto him for support, wanting him to take away my fear. He strokes my hair, holds me tighter to get me calmed down, waiting till I’m calmer, my tears becoming less. After a long wait to reassure of this, he pulled the trigger, the bang of the bullet going through my head and hitting my brain the last thing I experience, dad’s comforting face in front of me, full of regret.

As all the life is sucked out of me, my lifeless body in dad’s arms, he fell down on his knees crying hysterically and mom rushing into the room, joining in on the crying. She wasn’t mad, just horrified and miserable. Both of them were, but they kept going; one step at a time they kept living with effort, without me. They will always be without me, but I’ll never be without them…never. It feels like they’re still looking out for me, like they never left me…but I’m dead, though these feelings can never leave my body, underground in my cold grave.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Shivers: Chapter 1

Emerald’s P.O.V.
I looked around me, every sound a million times louder, every shadow looking like a threat; I was running, I don’t have a cooking clue where or why, I just had to get away, away from life, away from the pain the fire was still burning in me after it ate my parents. My eyes flew over my surroundings like a crazed animal, my mind somehow just falling away, shutting down, and letting me convert to a mindless being. With an aching heart my legs start to lose speed, my eyes gazing in front of me into nothingness.
Finally, after a lot more tears are shed, I come to a complete stop, my blood leaving my face to escape the shock, the misery taking a hump out of my heart, and my brain longing for those days when this was my happy place; it still was though, deep under all the overgrown plants and infesting weeds, beneath the vines curling in through windows, all these broken things ruins of what was once the place my heart brought me to. This was my vacation house, the place my parents bought for me at the age of 10, my favourite place in the world.

My hands flew to my face as I felt a new set of warm tears ready to make the journey onto my face, but as my hands touched my eyes something was wrong, feeling flesh where my eyes should be in my skull; they were still there, but my eyelids were over them, my eyes closed though I could see everything. My heartbeat accelerated as I realised my life could be at stake, not knowing how this could be happening.
In my life everything’s possible, no such thing as abnormal in my dictionary, nor my brain recognising that anything in the world, like fairies, trolls, talking animals, everything that doesn’t exist, is weird or out of the ordinary. I have been pushed to the edge my whole life, a ghost haunting me day in and day out, my dreams so creative and unnatural; if I was honest with you, I’d admit how weird my life is, how everything is upside down, but I can’t with all the complications. I’m an emotional wreck, and that’s more than I can handle right now.

Emerald opens her eyes to find herself in the most unusual place, in her mansion, a place filled with shimmering gold and sparkling jewels, treasure piling up to the ceiling; but there was barely time for excitement, no time to admire these wonderful things, as she immediately stared into a horrible face, the face of the person (or rather, to tell you the truth, the ghost) haunting her. He was closer to her than she would like, so close she could smell his breath, a deadly smell.

“So, Emerald, enjoying yourself?” he asked
“Where am I, exactly?” she replied, witty
“At the top of your mansion. This is all your treasure. Do you know the truth?”
“Why my name is Emerald and that I’m a princess? Yes, and I’m hating it”
“Why, my dear Emerald, that’s only a drop of water in the bucket. You can never imagine the whole truth”
“Then tell me, instead of teasing me! I’m not a baby!”

He turned his back on Emerald, staring through an open window at the stars twinkling freely in the sky, his breathing so stable you’d think he was asleep.
“You have no idea why I haunt you, do you?” he finally asked
“Excuse me, but you never even tried to really talk to until my birthday” Emerald snapped.
“You cost me my life”

“How could I have killed you? The first time I met you I was 1 year old, and you were already a ghost.”
“You don’t understand, and even with this information you still might not, but…I’m…your brother”

Chapters won't be long but if I try to make them longer I woouldn't be bothered with updating this. This way I'll also get more updates out. I hope you enjoyed. Comment here or on my forum. The storyboard version can be found here