tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45182706971720396622024-02-07T17:26:02.160-08:00Everything SimmingJacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-61266833698224991382013-01-13T04:47:00.002-08:002013-01-13T04:47:24.071-08:00Hey Guyz!Yeah, I know I kinda abandoned you. D: But I'm slowly hoping to return, starting with my baby challenge, so if you guys could check out <a href="http://lavenderbabies.blogspot.com/2013/01/im-back-i-hope.html">this post</a> I would really appreciate it.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-71221807248740875352011-12-06T07:14:00.000-08:002011-12-06T07:14:17.620-08:00The Lavender 100 Baby Challenge: Babies 27 and 28<a href="http://lavenderbabies.blogspot.com/2011/12/babies-27-and-28-jensens-demise.html">Babies 27 and 28: Jensen's Demise</a><br />
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Yup, I'm back! ;DJacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-63308852521150480532011-11-14T05:58:00.000-08:002011-11-14T05:58:02.543-08:00Final 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.<br />
Yeah, so don't miss me; the exams carry on for about 2 weekes. O.O Wish me good luck. xDJacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-66853680170228530822011-11-13T08:06:00.000-08:002011-11-13T08:06:56.515-08:00Please slap me! -_-Yes, I deserve a big ol' slap for leaving my blog for so long! D: Oh, I missed this place!<br />
But I do have a good reason. ;) I've been extremely busy with a lot of things, but some good things came from that...<br />
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I WON MY FIRST MODELING COMP! O.O<br />
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Yup, I won Staged's 2nd cycle and I'm so happy about it. Currently I'm only in 2 comps and once Inc ends I'm going to try to keep it at 1, so I can concentrate on my stories. Yes, I'm working on something new. ^.^ I don't know if I'm going to post it on the internet though; I kinda want to get it published.<br />
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And you can expect another post from me soon. I still have to finish giving the winner of Stars modeling's first cycle all his prizes, so I'll be back. B)Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-82264396879549317872011-09-18T08:48:00.000-07:002011-09-18T08:49:25.813-07:00Aged up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">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.</div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Founder, Abby:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJW4C6x2KeqsjZxZCvr4MzXenfxeYwoMgIHS_fg9G5_BDDDXl-_9Qw-lQWGgNUIg9j-XUEygjl2-1ffpo3gzN8GZHUbniaW3OMoTCu3lmY-KIUzMyHHBurA59Q5tSUqYEN5qAO6BePxs/s1600/Screenshot-494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJW4C6x2KeqsjZxZCvr4MzXenfxeYwoMgIHS_fg9G5_BDDDXl-_9Qw-lQWGgNUIg9j-XUEygjl2-1ffpo3gzN8GZHUbniaW3OMoTCu3lmY-KIUzMyHHBurA59Q5tSUqYEN5qAO6BePxs/s400/Screenshot-494.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Amelia:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFSt8N3wF1-xDvg1in5O9qTJmjkruFy_-FUW_n0TTCVtU9a21qwKCXP9mXs95896VOatAT5RQ8EsqxpSQGs-63bess7VZJaPITsU-1VjhEnAUryq8fXORXkvc9UQF9dkoFOnL5UH0DsI/s1600/Screenshot-495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFSt8N3wF1-xDvg1in5O9qTJmjkruFy_-FUW_n0TTCVtU9a21qwKCXP9mXs95896VOatAT5RQ8EsqxpSQGs-63bess7VZJaPITsU-1VjhEnAUryq8fXORXkvc9UQF9dkoFOnL5UH0DsI/s400/Screenshot-495.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-63713574432714993702011-09-18T01:26:00.000-07:002011-09-18T01:26:52.758-07:00More entries and some free timeYup, 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. :(<br />
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<div align="center"><em>Assignment:</em></div><div align="center"><em>"Since I feel I went a little hard on you for your first assignment, I've decided to even it out with an easier one! For this assignment, you'll be using </em><a class="snap_shots" href="http://mysims3blog.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-sculpture-with-slots-by-om.html" rel="nofollow" target="_new"><em>this</em></a><em> sculpture. Feel free to recolor it, as well! <img jquery1316333538078="35" src="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum//images/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" /> <br />
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</div><div align="center">Ah, LOVE- my best and last sculpture ever! <br />
My sculpture brought me so much pain and misery. When I looked at it I always broke something; when I touched it I always got bad news. Why!? That night I went out to destroy it, but found my 2 best friends waiting for me with their crushes by their side. It took only 1 glance at my sculpture for the guys to realise how they feel about my friends. They danced the night away to celebrate the fact that they finally found each other. Sitting on my sculpture thinking about it all, I wondered if this thing was actually good for something.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After what felt like a million nights of waking up to screaming babies we finally decided it's time to go out for a day- and what better place to go than somewhere you can spread love and happiness? My husband and I talked about this for a long time and decided to spend our day at an orphanage to give the children some love. Our kids (Bryce [on the ground] and Melody [on the couch]) definitely enjoyed it; every few minutes there would be children playing with them, but at times they had a wonderful time playing by themselves. My husband kept hugging the orphans to show them how much they mean, and it only took a minute until kids started crowding around him. I had a fun time playing with them all, laughing as they looked at my growing belly with interest. In the picture above we were playing a military game they made up - 'Cute Salute!' <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watcha think? ^.^</div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-879850677044625822011-09-11T00:50:00.000-07:002011-09-11T00:54:37.319-07:00Busy 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:<br />
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<strong>Incorporation modeling assign 1:</strong><br />
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<strong>Staged cycle 2 assign 4:</strong><br />
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And I've been having some fun playing an in-game DiTFT. Check out my first child:<br />
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Stars modeling cycle is nearing its end and I've started a new modeling comp, which is nearing the end of assignment 1 (it's due today):<br />
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That's only some of the things I've been doing though. :( I've been doing some fun-ish homework this weekend and of course I'm working on my stories (very slowly though) but I've been slacking off on my baby challenge. I'm hoping I'll find some more time for the stories and all that stuff soon. Wish me good luck?Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-71652603423133703742011-08-21T05:02:00.000-07:002011-08-21T05:04:08.752-07:00Resurface: Chapter 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Emily (mle4ever) and I are doing collaborative story- Resurface. I wrote chapter 2 and took the pictures. Emily will be writing chapter 3. Enjoy!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-455.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">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.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Mom” Tegan said in a small voice and carefully looked into her mom’s eyes.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes baby?” Mom answered, forgetting that she hates being called a baby but right now Tegan really doesn’t care.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a name='more'></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-456.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Do you think Debbie will be ok?”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I don’t know…we can only hope.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Silence filled the living room until the phone finally rang and mom left to answer it, while Tegan carefully turned on the TV.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sound exploded from the speakers, the reporter reading the news:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Important broadcast! Double digits- a new threat? Yesterday at the beach Miss Debbie Kovela was found unconscious in the water when her younger sister, Tegan, turned 10. Is it a coincidence, or is double digits mankind’s new #1 threat? More to follow after the break!”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-459.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tegan immediately tried to turn off the TV, but something in the newspaper caught her eye; it was the main headline “10 YEAR OLDS REAK HAVIC!”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Taking the paper in her hand she saw her own face next to 2 other girl and a boy- all 10 year olds.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She read:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Is it just a coincidence that these 4 kids turned 10 the day their siblings drowned? People are pulling out their hair at the thought of the threat of double digits. Reporters are requesting an audience with these 4 children. Some people think they should be locked up and others think they should be tested on.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-461.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tegan threw the paper across the room, her face pale and her hands shaking.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Tegan, what’s wrong?” her mother asked when entering the room.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m a threat!” she cried and ran into her mother’s arms.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, that’s not true.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“It <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i>! It says so in the newspaper and on TV!”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Screenshot-458.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The rest of the day was occupied by Tegan’s crying, until finally the doorbell rang at 5 PM and her mother got up to answer it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Can I help you?” mom asked the person at the door.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes. I’m here to arrest Tegan Kovela” the person replied; he was a police officer.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“What for!?”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Being double digits; newly aged 10 year olds are threats.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You can find the forum version <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/30/409289.page#6150816">here.</a></span></span></div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-32182283227738880892011-08-19T12:30:00.000-07:002011-08-19T12:30:57.176-07:00Secrets Unknown: Chapter 2<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter 2</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy42m07xHLxhFZgwpeWngoLobTaqzXD4Prwto2FuEX_8UAm7rLDqOBUk61fWTYUN1d_3YHP6Mflx0V2EXelvsLiB3lz5nFim9FHFPTj1XA6qBmeA_99CkkgukEU1W8hN7RUfNTs89adZE/s1600/Screenshot-447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy42m07xHLxhFZgwpeWngoLobTaqzXD4Prwto2FuEX_8UAm7rLDqOBUk61fWTYUN1d_3YHP6Mflx0V2EXelvsLiB3lz5nFim9FHFPTj1XA6qBmeA_99CkkgukEU1W8hN7RUfNTs89adZE/s400/Screenshot-447.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a name='more'></a><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjEL9M7P2AAfNTR-Grvz8PZJd-Pv6nhvjqm7W49fk6tSaMhiSkGYm-2s1h3UtbVXZisT471b3Qbhk7tcBEl06RreFWsXOJ-g1GBD0c5niFo9NkYyuo8D1RT4b9gsLT-j746TTqNZF6Kh0/s1600/Screenshot-448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjEL9M7P2AAfNTR-Grvz8PZJd-Pv6nhvjqm7W49fk6tSaMhiSkGYm-2s1h3UtbVXZisT471b3Qbhk7tcBEl06RreFWsXOJ-g1GBD0c5niFo9NkYyuo8D1RT4b9gsLT-j746TTqNZF6Kh0/s400/Screenshot-448.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">All I could hear was the beating of my heart and the rhythm of my feet running on the road; every now and then a small car or huge truck would zoom past me before I could even think of asking for a lift, but this time I appear to be lucky. A massive truck transporting eggs to a shop stopped right next to me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5F1vZnMf2cLqbGeTHyxnqFLqLVcccfkZld6woP03QptnMDeIZ8oPqoZ7Uqwekvnug0ZjZ_058K6kpfdPVVB1ektBWEVIQ5nSIHJnyAkRK5QHTiEUAhM5WQCGyNzQml7JErGympYAuIs/s1600/Screenshot-451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5F1vZnMf2cLqbGeTHyxnqFLqLVcccfkZld6woP03QptnMDeIZ8oPqoZ7Uqwekvnug0ZjZ_058K6kpfdPVVB1ektBWEVIQ5nSIHJnyAkRK5QHTiEUAhM5WQCGyNzQml7JErGympYAuIs/s640/Screenshot-451.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This was the first time I looked at the driver since he picked me up and for the first time I realised I accepted a ride from that hooded figure I talked to at Mandy’s school.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“And why are you here?” I replied; my voice as icy as the tip of an iceberg.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv9uuX_1tgUrg3cZibV52J-PVnrWg43rOkI6p5FoFtyUEww51xjO0qwcPSgP_dBV12XqTaX22mW8Hv7VRUZMT6eBZBL48hxXmjEP201Ivv4zi0-BNd80Pdggnt8NWwl1DvHWNsdifIJA/s1600/Screenshot-452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv9uuX_1tgUrg3cZibV52J-PVnrWg43rOkI6p5FoFtyUEww51xjO0qwcPSgP_dBV12XqTaX22mW8Hv7VRUZMT6eBZBL48hxXmjEP201Ivv4zi0-BNd80Pdggnt8NWwl1DvHWNsdifIJA/s640/Screenshot-452.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You know…you shouldn’t look for the answers in Mandy’s childhood…you should look for it in your own.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“M-my…childhood?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s dark enough; I’m sure you’ll find something in there.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We were silent for the rest of the ride; partly because I was engulfed in flashbacks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1lnhcqtrIMSOji_k6V3vH5YWSe80ezo-pl60FlJgwiJBWJAgdC7dfmLjJqJr165sdqUYku0ZiHBckptzlSFK-hW6_osFccjjj58N2495fqVUVQBWc_bEKiN5cmVYbnmDjpYhQw78gDc/s1600/Screenshot-434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1lnhcqtrIMSOji_k6V3vH5YWSe80ezo-pl60FlJgwiJBWJAgdC7dfmLjJqJr165sdqUYku0ZiHBckptzlSFK-hW6_osFccjjj58N2495fqVUVQBWc_bEKiN5cmVYbnmDjpYhQw78gDc/s640/Screenshot-434.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">*28 years ago*</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Just one more minute!” my dad called.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Nah, nah! It hurt, hurt!” I cried, the tears stinging my eyes.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“No!”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was stuck in the middle of an acid pond at the age of 1; it wasn’t deadly acid- it only felt like it. I accidentally felt into it and my dad being a scientist just had to study the effects of it.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbd1gNwAl2f5DHp-lt3r_gjT5S9Dc_an4GJvpRp2ZIdLGCKjBwUN49rrzcxTiW3rfqpI3yTHG2u9aGH__arOsEYmAH0rCwQL-8kePyW5dpIYOFe6eCg2q2iupF35lk3_HcPNKrwp8m2sE/s1600/Screenshot-435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbd1gNwAl2f5DHp-lt3r_gjT5S9Dc_an4GJvpRp2ZIdLGCKjBwUN49rrzcxTiW3rfqpI3yTHG2u9aGH__arOsEYmAH0rCwQL-8kePyW5dpIYOFe6eCg2q2iupF35lk3_HcPNKrwp8m2sE/s640/Screenshot-435.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">*25 years ago*</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I stared at the dark path in front of me in the wood, after my parents forgot about me when we went camping and they drove home.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You’ll protect me, right teddy?” I wailed and hugged my favourite toy.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0fwK_k5u9TTmwkqdGoP6qvPuGE9NmRcTDG4RcGgJxVWRIXYXBeTYX3FshJHIzAdtUcW4g4BoeILUPBwYf8AgsUeZLEuqQ3n9Z6ww3K5nmyYReluTXT7ogKrzZwtWRv1Mqi4Prccsi_I/s1600/Screenshot-443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0fwK_k5u9TTmwkqdGoP6qvPuGE9NmRcTDG4RcGgJxVWRIXYXBeTYX3FshJHIzAdtUcW4g4BoeILUPBwYf8AgsUeZLEuqQ3n9Z6ww3K5nmyYReluTXT7ogKrzZwtWRv1Mqi4Prccsi_I/s640/Screenshot-443.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">*22 years ago*</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“But I don’t want to go to school again!” I cried after my mom picked me up; the day of my first day of school.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You have to go, honey. You know your dad doesn’t want you at home” mom said, giving me a warm hug.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why does he hate me?”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiarGmYTgnnVO9iuG3NZLcGaJCnC8MuCyil3ncYTjfrAMiWRlpIWJGuJWSbKJqOR6Om0eiy7BlLfHYj9uSuOF-asUq1x4zaYpehDL65nc1s5v0wL97qUPWPBW1AafUgTN5Mj4JEU9c3sM/s1600/Screenshot-444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiarGmYTgnnVO9iuG3NZLcGaJCnC8MuCyil3ncYTjfrAMiWRlpIWJGuJWSbKJqOR6Om0eiy7BlLfHYj9uSuOF-asUq1x4zaYpehDL65nc1s5v0wL97qUPWPBW1AafUgTN5Mj4JEU9c3sM/s640/Screenshot-444.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">*17 years ago*</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Honey…are you ok?” mom asked when entering my room.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“No! Granddad…is dead! He was the only one except you who cared about me” I sobbed and broke out into hysterical crying.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The awful flashbacks didn’t stop until Malcolm greeted me with a hug when we reached his house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“So…uh…what did you find about Mandy?” I asked, slowly coming to my senses.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes; over here” I replied and lead me to the dining room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2gyIQudMu7tbllJ2kwID4SHqcgY6Z_HSDkk6yKGki1Kc8-8Iu_VnnTPfnd251ga04z2GEZqJTGyuuXBG42XeGPUDQ8x6IYHOwABrI4y7SXX9EOvGw3RBmtfsLjRLWpdnM3m4m5B2ONA/s1600/Screenshot-453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2gyIQudMu7tbllJ2kwID4SHqcgY6Z_HSDkk6yKGki1Kc8-8Iu_VnnTPfnd251ga04z2GEZqJTGyuuXBG42XeGPUDQ8x6IYHOwABrI4y7SXX9EOvGw3RBmtfsLjRLWpdnM3m4m5B2ONA/s640/Screenshot-453.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He took a note out of the fruit bowl and gave it to me, flashing me a sympathetic smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“A note?” I said surprised when I had it in my hands.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes. I don’t know how it got here, but I think it’s important” Malcolm replied and I slowly folded the note open.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_bI0WY9o1HfubFm7CDPp9xeB-24y5sgF-8_bEqm6SjJFAy8oaeNS-JR0g1uOT_zZrs14egdfvwL27XP2SOkjA_IFTIYkhA2sbAHxsqwuXRQb2qUyaAU7oSOaukg0tq4SEmR60xI-Zs4/s1600/Copy+of+Copy+of+300wv83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_bI0WY9o1HfubFm7CDPp9xeB-24y5sgF-8_bEqm6SjJFAy8oaeNS-JR0g1uOT_zZrs14egdfvwL27XP2SOkjA_IFTIYkhA2sbAHxsqwuXRQb2qUyaAU7oSOaukg0tq4SEmR60xI-Zs4/s640/Copy+of+Copy+of+300wv83.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I read:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Juice ITC"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dear mom</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Juice ITC"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I know about the bomb. You tried to protect me, but it didn’t work. Someone saved me, and I know how to save the mysterious figure. You have one chance to save me before the disease spreads. I need you!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Juice ITC"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Barrels full of love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Juice ITC"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mandy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Juice ITC"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGPQKjvDQPtvby5H1rq4pwKfUzJStVmlFgUZcKWxwCRoHlFkJIlNcGfTfzWsER3Xf-36FQpCsKISjfaGz1SN6q6sfROlOvbweBtdCvjbB_8rLUpj92Z72wgnYPjkBHZkxrvyahzppVBk/s1600/Screenshot-454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGPQKjvDQPtvby5H1rq4pwKfUzJStVmlFgUZcKWxwCRoHlFkJIlNcGfTfzWsER3Xf-36FQpCsKISjfaGz1SN6q6sfROlOvbweBtdCvjbB_8rLUpj92Z72wgnYPjkBHZkxrvyahzppVBk/s640/Screenshot-454.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After I read it, probably about 10 times just to see her handwriting, I turned it over to find something written at the back.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">‘</span><span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tomorrow, 6 AM, Flash Docks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Be there or lose hope’</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><br />
Hope you enjoyed! I wanted to get this up last weekend but school decided to cut in. -__-<br />
Read the storyboard version <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=347571">here</a>.<br />
Please leave comments here or on the <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/405182.page">forum</a>.</span>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-24249113303142627732011-08-14T06:51:00.000-07:002011-08-14T06:51:05.134-07:00Next weekendI 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.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-13672932000927583482011-08-08T02:21:00.001-07:002011-08-08T02:22:00.828-07:00Any Genre Writing Competition Season 2: WinnersWe're already on the 2nd assignment with season 3, so it's about time I post this.<br />
<strong><u>Winners:</u></strong><br />
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Third place: Emily (mle4ever)<br />
Runner up: Casey (missnote)<br />
Winner: Fruhurricane<br />
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A special interview completed by the winner:<br />
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<strong>What was the first thing you ever wrote and do you think it was any good? </strong>When I was a kid I had two small figures that I wrote lots of short stories about. They went on different adventures basically, back then it was quite good. Nowadays, not so very. <br />
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<b>What inspired you to start writing?</b> <br />
I don't remember, I just know I have always enjoyed reading and writing stories. My 6th christmas I got a typewriter, it was the best present I had ever got. <br />
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<b>What is the easiest genre for you to write and do you have a reason why? </b><br />
I find it easiest to write about misery. I guess I have been through quite some tough things in my life. During my teenage years I went through a depression and managed to come out strong from it, this was the years I wrote the most though and I guess the feelings and words in that matter lays close to my heart still. <br />
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<b>Do you plan on trying out a new genre soon?</b> <br />
I'm writing quite a lot of love stories now and it's really fun. Writing about happy things is deffinately harder for me. <br />
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<b>In your opinion, do pictures matter when you read/write a story? </b><br />
If the pictures are good then they can add to the story, although they can easily also break the story. I usually write without pictures. <br />
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<b>How far did you think you’d make it when you first joined the competition? </b><br />
There were so many contestants when we started, I never thought I'd win this! There has been a lot of good writers competing against me and I wouldn't have been surprised if I had got eliminated early on. <br />
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<b>Do you think you’ll join another writing competition soon? </b><br />
For the moment I will focus on my legacy and the story I have planned out. I will most likely join one at some point again though. <br />
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W<b>hat do you have to say to aspiring writers hoping to win a few writing competitions?</b> <br />
Find someone to help you read your assignment before you turn it in. And follow your instincts, you know how your piece should be. No one else does, but they can give you valuable input. <br />
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<b>What are your current writing projects? </b><br />
I write a story about my legacy; Oh Lord. I've chosen to keep the story the most important part. I also have an idea for a story in the Berry Sweet world, which should be started soon enough. <br />
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<b>When you post stories where do you prefer to post them and why?</b> <br />
I use Wordpress for all my Sim stories. I like the way you can edit your text, it's easy but also provides advanced tools if you want some. <br />
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<b>From everything you’ve written what is your favourite?</b> <br />
I wrote a short story when I was 16 (that's a long time ago!) that I still hold very dear. It was about a homeless man for a school assignment. I got the highest grade on it. <br />
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I'm also very proud about my entry for <a class="snap_shots" href="http://fruhurricane.wordpress.com/2011/07/11/assignment-6-love/" rel="nofollow" target="_new">assignment 6</a> in this competition. <br />
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<b>How do you get out of writer’s block?</b> <br />
I take a break. There's no way I can force myself to get out of it. Instead I go read something or watch a movie to get inspired. <br />
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<b>What do you hope to accomplish with your writing?</b> <br />
I write because I enjoy it. I noticed early in life that I could accomplish interesting stories if I used my imagination so I've just kept doing that. <br />
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<b>If you could change/improve one thing about your writing what would it be?</b> <br />
The grammar of the english language. <img jquery1312795118703="4" src="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum//images/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" /> <br />
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<b>Do you have some writing tips for simmers hoping to improve a little on their writing?</b> <br />
I like to focus on details. If it's raining you can explain it instead of just saying "It rains." And get used to explaining emotions, I love to get to know the characters in stories, how are they reacting? <br />
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<b>Can you give us a little sneak peek of what you’re currently working on?</b> <br />
This is a bit tricky, I don't want to give too much away... In my legacy I'm currently presenting the third generation, Ivory. She has been seeing an older man for a while until she discovered he wasn't exactly who she thought. Let's say that generation is currently at its most intense happenings right now. <br />
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The next chapter will start off like this: <br />
<i>I ran and I ran, without any idea to where I was heading. All I knew was that I needed to get as far away from that house as I possibly could. I swore to myself to never have anything to do with Graham, Simla Pictures, cameras or blood again after that. <br />
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I didn't stop until I literally bumped in to something. Or someone, to be more precise. I don't know for how long I had been running, it could had been a couple of seconds, minutes or even hours. All I knew was that I hadn't got far enough yet. </i><br />
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<b>Is there anything you would like to link? </b><br />
The legacy can be found at: <a class="snap_shots" href="http://ohlordlegacy.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_new">http://ohlordlegacy.wordpress.com/</a> <br />
My other sim stories and short stories at: <a class="snap_shots" href="http://fruhurricane.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_new">http://fruhurricane.wordpress.com/</a>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-35008220872430493922011-08-07T12:56:00.000-07:002011-08-07T12:56:06.035-07:00Babies 24, 25 and 26: Jensen's Return<a href="http://lavenderbabies.blogspot.com/2011/08/babies-24-25-and-26-jensens-return.html">Babies 24, 25 and 26: Jensen's Return</a><br />
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Sorry for the long wait! :) I hope the chapter was worth it. Oh, and I've hit the quarter mark!Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-32200587036544650892011-08-07T01:17:00.000-07:002011-08-07T01:17:21.403-07:00Modeling comp entriesYesteday 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.<br />
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Staged Cycle 2:<br />
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Casuality Cycle 1:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What d'ya think? :D</div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-54547334495616169032011-07-30T06:24:00.000-07:002011-07-30T06:24:54.720-07:00Secrets Unknown: Chapter 1<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter 1</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunQOC3R_G2lugG3DOuYUw-3bfPSBLBCuLYUbuTQeabjd8Afuj_yvt2JvPq2tJvykSa_s-oAp72WSbliD0IZdKo2s5TjDJOudam7AK4g-_mmIvcbK_7dIjiaEmCHmmBABCzNALThcw_Us/s1600/Screenshot-290-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunQOC3R_G2lugG3DOuYUw-3bfPSBLBCuLYUbuTQeabjd8Afuj_yvt2JvPq2tJvykSa_s-oAp72WSbliD0IZdKo2s5TjDJOudam7AK4g-_mmIvcbK_7dIjiaEmCHmmBABCzNALThcw_Us/s400/Screenshot-290-1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom?” My little girl asked as she drew a beautiful picture.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes baby” I replied, coming out of the kitchen where I was making lunch, to look at her picture.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Where’s daddy?”</span></i></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><a name='more'></a><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CyS90qqoKHELpcbOm8DXn304Obth6YK2uDBbfTmR3_UsLM48Csh46MbApJMFlM-uDdrTVQJjWR-5a56GCDfwEJmCsrJRwXwn5n-qlgvbV8rOhgPtcQ27xNBlq4uQXeWKc-1hsQbEHEs/s1600/Screenshot-291-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CyS90qqoKHELpcbOm8DXn304Obth6YK2uDBbfTmR3_UsLM48Csh46MbApJMFlM-uDdrTVQJjWR-5a56GCDfwEJmCsrJRwXwn5n-qlgvbV8rOhgPtcQ27xNBlq4uQXeWKc-1hsQbEHEs/s400/Screenshot-291-1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well…daddy went on a business trip the day you turned 2.”</span></i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“When’s he coming back?”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well…”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“He’s not coming back, is he?”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“No” I whispered softly through tears, almost mouthing my answer.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVQKMyGyVyZk1GfyxcusW6briN9J-gZW_LpP0puAhuKDM7ekf3MgOK2ecu7B2xzFO_l7sPymEmhqP78i9TIJwiFbdtoiaPdhSMmRArQR5T-G7s7WExVrpEBRj7Qrpu0ZXX5na4B5ZEE8/s1600/Screenshot-292-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVQKMyGyVyZk1GfyxcusW6briN9J-gZW_LpP0puAhuKDM7ekf3MgOK2ecu7B2xzFO_l7sPymEmhqP78i9TIJwiFbdtoiaPdhSMmRArQR5T-G7s7WExVrpEBRj7Qrpu0ZXX5na4B5ZEE8/s400/Screenshot-292-1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t cry Mommy!” she called and swung her arms around my waist, looking up at me with shining eyes.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My hand gently stroked her head, hoping she wouldn’t start crying as well.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Everything’s going to be OK, baby…don’t worry” I whispered when I started calming down.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQw0jo5Zfx_t_zSYA4fGxUP1Z2riD2Dg-ou4qsC67FpMyQhcKnHBtNfGzi0wGuOkBs4t3ZS7gWQM_kjeeYCifLYRZaoLOq6rUiINxgX2x55UMVVS6mXoFxVS8JNx1oiayrlSsNAUEw3w/s1600/Screenshot-293-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQw0jo5Zfx_t_zSYA4fGxUP1Z2riD2Dg-ou4qsC67FpMyQhcKnHBtNfGzi0wGuOkBs4t3ZS7gWQM_kjeeYCifLYRZaoLOq6rUiINxgX2x55UMVVS6mXoFxVS8JNx1oiayrlSsNAUEw3w/s400/Screenshot-293-1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I heard a snicker in our backyard, right behind the curtain in front of us; a few rocks skipped across the pavement before a sinister laugh broke out from the same spot as the snicker.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Mandy, go up to your room for a moment” I told my 7 year old daughter.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpSgCZRNndVVMbe_NZ4XV0lGMJ8f1CpZfDHmcMnOVKYvI5sY4DshBwL_M3yRnam8yiMrgTxaFSyoqzBnHmI9q5rMwEj_lIC74yNQPOBPlbL7Q04Ia4dsJ9erUCxRrU2kchWPSXgTDSq4/s1600/Screenshot-294-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpSgCZRNndVVMbe_NZ4XV0lGMJ8f1CpZfDHmcMnOVKYvI5sY4DshBwL_M3yRnam8yiMrgTxaFSyoqzBnHmI9q5rMwEj_lIC74yNQPOBPlbL7Q04Ia4dsJ9erUCxRrU2kchWPSXgTDSq4/s640/Screenshot-294-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Mommy…is something wrong?” she asked curiously, worming herself out of my arms.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“No…no. Of course not!”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Then why do I need to go upstairs?”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Because…”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03l3ZN-4PJCYzK6NKMu9ivrcHdgScfufUHwdonxS3HqrL7SPae8xMXRxP4pr8qWE-MLMopqIqMz41y0GMUGxYX2UcQ_3iw6nDW9JGAUKdNojtltbqsvSrb0rdcxFJbMHrysPuJ_dk6Ns/s1600/Screenshot-296-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03l3ZN-4PJCYzK6NKMu9ivrcHdgScfufUHwdonxS3HqrL7SPae8xMXRxP4pr8qWE-MLMopqIqMz41y0GMUGxYX2UcQ_3iw6nDW9JGAUKdNojtltbqsvSrb0rdcxFJbMHrysPuJ_dk6Ns/s640/Screenshot-296-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I never like lying to my little girl and I try to steer clear of situations that force me to do it, but every now and then I don’t have a choice. The clock ticked on as my mind hit a blank, unable to think of an excuse.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Because we’re going out for ice-cream and you need to get out of your pj’s” I finally said, finding my way out of the situation without lying.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQEEe6ehWZ9tzVNnwcFJtk66tLZHzKEGgxer05lVHpn1ZVJLT7EswYI6mWbHMSF4_5Q0CerwvaMShhbrNAnWtNX4bqcriVCzgegm0qvvDZonKVrq00b_ppuk4GPFF7nUrJGWYQd82zQcE/s1600/Screenshot-295-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQEEe6ehWZ9tzVNnwcFJtk66tLZHzKEGgxer05lVHpn1ZVJLT7EswYI6mWbHMSF4_5Q0CerwvaMShhbrNAnWtNX4bqcriVCzgegm0qvvDZonKVrq00b_ppuk4GPFF7nUrJGWYQd82zQcE/s640/Screenshot-295-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Ice-cream?” she shrieked as her eyes grew wider every second. “YAY, YAY!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you Mommy!”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">After giving me a brief hug she ran upstairs at the speed of light, singing all the way. When I heard her door swing shut I breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the window.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXS4qpHfSvPT8kVfosQ5LFsv9ZZH3BKkfyj8CRlgUbQg2llOXoAEQleazJLNxzkLoJ7_hHeIDjXA-U9unMSgv8hBY2uFgLIjViZzt98I00lh0KAPxr2-Z2-yz5AUAb_AEo4VMxUkU7ymI/s1600/Screenshot-297-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXS4qpHfSvPT8kVfosQ5LFsv9ZZH3BKkfyj8CRlgUbQg2llOXoAEQleazJLNxzkLoJ7_hHeIDjXA-U9unMSgv8hBY2uFgLIjViZzt98I00lh0KAPxr2-Z2-yz5AUAb_AEo4VMxUkU7ymI/s640/Screenshot-297-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I slowly pulled away the curtain, sharply pulling my breath in until I could see everything in the backyard, and found a dark figure creeping away.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Hey! Hey you! Stay where you are and don’t move!” I yelled at the figure before running out the backdoor.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDk8M-ZC4pd8YKeUEzRUlLxngzeTElR1NM2rDBjT8efEs8_jklbpUoMtWyf05XUsT63UF4F3S9GBDOIU7W6853f2IA_IMjEZ3a16SnaLeU25QvHWgClj-nfna23uIvS2hAQhZJLzxdVo/s1600/Screenshot-298-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDk8M-ZC4pd8YKeUEzRUlLxngzeTElR1NM2rDBjT8efEs8_jklbpUoMtWyf05XUsT63UF4F3S9GBDOIU7W6853f2IA_IMjEZ3a16SnaLeU25QvHWgClj-nfna23uIvS2hAQhZJLzxdVo/s640/Screenshot-298-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The person made a mad dash for it as soon as I put a foot out the door; I tried to run after him but had to stop to catch my breath under our biggest tree, where I found a piece of paper that fell from his coat. I carefully picked it up and tried to figure out what was written on it.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5bnQmv8Vp6FGfBaktqYPgb6xMx1cQyFBYYiXy9mmMMg5n4eqmGkHJy4qTx4KOs2g5522Npu3PSmNW9SAHB6fLhTGc4SCxckrY_AG2hWJSnjbUzlbTAdDv5YexpnD7gQLGtNZ-tJBx1g/s1600/Screenshot-299-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5bnQmv8Vp6FGfBaktqYPgb6xMx1cQyFBYYiXy9mmMMg5n4eqmGkHJy4qTx4KOs2g5522Npu3PSmNW9SAHB6fLhTGc4SCxckrY_AG2hWJSnjbUzlbTAdDv5YexpnD7gQLGtNZ-tJBx1g/s640/Screenshot-299-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I read it out loud in a whisper:</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Watch out!</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3 days from now your little Mandy will be gone. The school you’re sending her to is a giant bomb, which will release a fluid that will cause a disease to spread. If you make her stay at home the whole world will pay the price. There is only one thing you can do to stop it-</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Save me! You have only one chance.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZE_SJCHupB-5HWRjdwORVBCvOPp92x6iSLecDkZluDbjH1x567oYca1sx2PsZJpCoOoGuVCcaJ1Eux0TUI9BnxzF4kbojrevcPuyvYaC23huOUeqzlO_7zG8Am5X4RNu6b_UDcnJ4BE/s1600/Screenshot-300-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZE_SJCHupB-5HWRjdwORVBCvOPp92x6iSLecDkZluDbjH1x567oYca1sx2PsZJpCoOoGuVCcaJ1Eux0TUI9BnxzF4kbojrevcPuyvYaC23huOUeqzlO_7zG8Am5X4RNu6b_UDcnJ4BE/s640/Screenshot-300-1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I heard a heart wrenching scream coming from the top floor of our house, making my blood run cold.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Mandy!” I cried and started running upstairs.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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I hope you liked. :) You can find the storyboard version <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=341687">here</a>.<br />
Please leave comments here or on the <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/405182.page">forum</a>.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-65233607599833814312011-07-29T08:37:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:37:47.913-07:00UpdatesI'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 <em>will </em>be out this weekend.<br />
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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!!!Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-59722323819925662112011-07-26T07:22:00.000-07:002011-07-26T07:22:44.787-07:00Another 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. ^-^<br />
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.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-7094436224422542182011-07-24T11:15:00.000-07:002011-07-24T11:15:50.968-07:00Resurface: Chapter 1Emily (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!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWIRC8IzxhcfDv16TCxiZdD80qUOxrD7bAdZfmgSPYQpDv7GJlCJCA-9rh3daTkcrM2GOlY-bjg6dCvPb-3_HpHR2L6C82GdI9mLogdbjia6d-4sgtdHBSyuUj1oVsLWHWCKPhGJfoRU/s1600/Screenshot-259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWIRC8IzxhcfDv16TCxiZdD80qUOxrD7bAdZfmgSPYQpDv7GJlCJCA-9rh3daTkcrM2GOlY-bjg6dCvPb-3_HpHR2L6C82GdI9mLogdbjia6d-4sgtdHBSyuUj1oVsLWHWCKPhGJfoRU/s400/Screenshot-259.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">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. <br />
<a name='more'></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Resurface/Screenshot-256-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y315/Erica_Janse_van_Rensburg/Resurface/Screenshot-256-2.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <em>“Better not go in the water today. Double digits…” her older sister Debbie said. She clicked her tongue and went on, “you are getting old. Gee, you might drown or something!” <br />
“Deborah! Shush and finish packing, and Tegan, she’s joking. I’ve been a double digit for almost thirty years now, and I never drowned!” her mom said in that “please-don’t-argue-today" mom tone.</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtdVFe5Pyh8-7y-uDxq2Q7Ygb7vEHD9rpgOsIskHHXv3GU_STpQYVP_UTsX8GBY0TrLpo6UrWvaTPtFhUFVRRplFtb4YhuBKoaZm-Gzz_d-LQoVt8AUh8BPBDhZXjgUsg34SeT7adTgM/s1600/Screenshot-258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtdVFe5Pyh8-7y-uDxq2Q7Ygb7vEHD9rpgOsIskHHXv3GU_STpQYVP_UTsX8GBY0TrLpo6UrWvaTPtFhUFVRRplFtb4YhuBKoaZm-Gzz_d-LQoVt8AUh8BPBDhZXjgUsg34SeT7adTgM/s400/Screenshot-258.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> “Tegan!” her mother exclaimed, “for the sixth time! I said, would you please pass the ketchup!” Tegan apologised sheepishly as she passed the nearly empty bottle. <br />
“Sorry. I was thinking of what Deb said this morning. Do you really think I’ll be able to swim today?”</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNR57z2ueIOgTZOx1ZXBKPb-VbqmKYaVy9u7iuY8DTefM8pv1G2CxdhKPhw-KcfrlN0nKxERU4FRimnhcdi-SoX_6QVZWKkB15uxx2V-ajOpE-9cJ89g9HpjxEH8T6R1jZzSWseEZMFU/s1600/Screenshot-260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNR57z2ueIOgTZOx1ZXBKPb-VbqmKYaVy9u7iuY8DTefM8pv1G2CxdhKPhw-KcfrlN0nKxERU4FRimnhcdi-SoX_6QVZWKkB15uxx2V-ajOpE-9cJ89g9HpjxEH8T6R1jZzSWseEZMFU/s400/Screenshot-260.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div> Her mother seemed concerned, “Babe, that’s silly. You’ll be able to swim no matter your age! If something were to go wrong, this is a public beach. Someone will help you if you have a hard time swimming. Okay?”<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZgrH8ZJ73NdwmFhbrwAgZEL7aEkfm-VKPkSf0H95sqHmm8ESaI619HXdtvJkLtgmSaE3Xn_Jv_cHRoVSbvTJJbb2vPCDys4Hp-T-WHzvvUfGizSsiPQhfIyEdFv1ItlNh_2SwRL-8gs/s1600/Screenshot-261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZgrH8ZJ73NdwmFhbrwAgZEL7aEkfm-VKPkSf0H95sqHmm8ESaI619HXdtvJkLtgmSaE3Xn_Jv_cHRoVSbvTJJbb2vPCDys4Hp-T-WHzvvUfGizSsiPQhfIyEdFv1ItlNh_2SwRL-8gs/s400/Screenshot-261.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> “Okay, I guess,” Tegan mumbled. Her mother pecked Tegan’s cheek, smearing mother make-up on it. Yuck! She thought as she swiped her hand over her face. She was about to ask if she can go in the water when she heard a commotion on the shoreline. <br />
She curiously approached the expanding ring of people. She tapped the shoulder of a woman holding a toddler. <br />
“What happened?” she asked.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcgqQ9keH-QwkCiXg-NWUxo5zBmanZE_VnYhY2BR9-AxC8P-D0SFWidlG1k_7bVoex3vJvCdLo-KVhG6PTvm_e3pVLegKqKX6hlr6uo-KQPyObHODLYJohIKxv9fjuoePVxS72jrKTw8/s1600/Screenshot-262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcgqQ9keH-QwkCiXg-NWUxo5zBmanZE_VnYhY2BR9-AxC8P-D0SFWidlG1k_7bVoex3vJvCdLo-KVhG6PTvm_e3pVLegKqKX6hlr6uo-KQPyObHODLYJohIKxv9fjuoePVxS72jrKTw8/s400/Screenshot-262.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div>"They found a girl face down in the water!” she explained, “They’re attempting to revive her!” Tegan gasped and thanked the lady for helping, before nudging her way to the front of the crowd. When she reached the front she realized there are things in this world you can’t un-see; things that will always haunt you, for the rest of your life. What she saw there was one of those things; it was Debbie, unconscious on the warm beach sand.<br />
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You can find the forum version <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/15/409289.page">here</a>.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-61592507498184791192011-07-23T09:54:00.000-07:002011-07-23T09:54:14.348-07:00Story updatesI wanted to update my stories this weekend but I won't have enough time. Be sure to look out for new chapters next weekend.<br />
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Oh, and for those who are wondering, I'm continuing Separated at Birth and Secrets Unknown. :)Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-9381616934784657522011-07-11T00:27:00.000-07:002011-07-11T00:27:11.341-07:00Amazing 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. ^-^<br />
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.Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-7791459972456488712011-07-08T09:54:00.000-07:002011-07-08T12:25:59.926-07:00Truth Before Dawn<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-effects-shadow-align: left; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 40.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 0; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 3.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 4.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 100.0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 100.0%; mso-style-textoutline-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textoutline-fill-color: #92D050; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-align: center; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-compound: simple; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dash: solid; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dpiwidth: .75pt; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-join: bevel; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-linecap: round; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-pctmiterlimit: 0%; mso-style-textoutline-type: solid;">Truth Before Dawn</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaLSI0o1yM1CITGKrQRh5rdyxJCA8b06Z4_8p1d6dxM3KOnYpUJAnMB0rrmEWavtmDYOyySLvlqlXSYGIEMZ2gOeR_h55-m6O17BIMmY512tj8GvaDxGY4-r8nQbcRgCgzbfeNG2UphI/s1600/Screenshot-483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaLSI0o1yM1CITGKrQRh5rdyxJCA8b06Z4_8p1d6dxM3KOnYpUJAnMB0rrmEWavtmDYOyySLvlqlXSYGIEMZ2gOeR_h55-m6O17BIMmY512tj8GvaDxGY4-r8nQbcRgCgzbfeNG2UphI/s400/Screenshot-483.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">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?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a name='more'></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmm0qGqmxKU7pP5hdqaPZIX_yvfiqho6cwjk-mlnmceaFdtN1SjMrR4S_UBKgz_DKmrilweJS28QEa-dpwmsPSA2fjxyM6NS4Ji6_7WAoTA0PwozRzbRM4UPBsFSjjPly7T8suGl-zgrM/s1600/Screenshot-481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmm0qGqmxKU7pP5hdqaPZIX_yvfiqho6cwjk-mlnmceaFdtN1SjMrR4S_UBKgz_DKmrilweJS28QEa-dpwmsPSA2fjxyM6NS4Ji6_7WAoTA0PwozRzbRM4UPBsFSjjPly7T8suGl-zgrM/s400/Screenshot-481.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The whole forest was dark and shadowy, with only the faint sound of the rain drip-dripping on the plants. Her heart raced as her brain had to think at super speed, to be ready to take on what’s coming her way; as birds flew from the trees to flee from what was lurking around their home only one thing was clear. Marine whipped out her sketchpad and fiercely started drawing the scene in front of her as a tear rolled down her cheek.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;">I hope you enjoyed this. ^.^ I'm releasing a lot of intros today and am only continuing the most successful one. For more info visit its forum: <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/405234.page">here</a></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Please leave comments on the forum (link above) or here.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-ZA;"></span></div><br />
You can find the storyboard version <a href="http://za.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=335198">here</a></div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-75700959834159694352011-07-08T09:20:00.000-07:002011-07-08T09:20:36.619-07:00Secrets Unknown<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-effects-shadow-align: none; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 65.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 5400000; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 3.4pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 5.5pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-gradientfill-shade-linearshade-angle: 5400000; mso-style-textfill-fill-gradientfill-shade-linearshade-fscaled: no; mso-style-textfill-fill-gradientfill-shadetype: linear; mso-style-textfill-fill-gradientfill-stoplist: "0 #A54200 9 100000 shade=20000 satm=200000,78000 #FF8C19 9 100000 tint=90000 shade=89000 satm=220000,100000 #FFF1E9 9 100000 tint=12000 satm=255000"; mso-style-textfill-type: gradient; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-align: center; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-compound: simple; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dash: solid; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dpiwidth: .075pt; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-join: round; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-linecap: flat; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-pctmiterlimit: 0%; mso-style-textoutline-type: none;">Secrets Unknown</span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vKwSNljwsxXNJWvJcCUL1h7hppq2cY_H7-PJP29mBHBg0WghFq6VJZlWNoVpcAiM4cYNERJW_YMrRcr9ikcp6Kp-VLYm98E1Z5syH7cIhaLQyOsAAyXY-M3qyKXQlTEdb3ZbRIR72Y8/s1600/Screenshot-668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vKwSNljwsxXNJWvJcCUL1h7hppq2cY_H7-PJP29mBHBg0WghFq6VJZlWNoVpcAiM4cYNERJW_YMrRcr9ikcp6Kp-VLYm98E1Z5syH7cIhaLQyOsAAyXY-M3qyKXQlTEdb3ZbRIR72Y8/s400/Screenshot-668.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a name='more'></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSGaLOqVXlzU15BCe4ROc9Nn3ywjJK-7LFO3_INKeH6cYctYhPxIWa-tj5rT86nGqCRHMSqXmNz11PdVxAgbMsmzhmkT5F-e8Jw9MzVqeaKn2Wiue48QIgsAo_55vBJTkh8i0xN8xrFA/s1600/Screenshot-662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSGaLOqVXlzU15BCe4ROc9Nn3ywjJK-7LFO3_INKeH6cYctYhPxIWa-tj5rT86nGqCRHMSqXmNz11PdVxAgbMsmzhmkT5F-e8Jw9MzVqeaKn2Wiue48QIgsAo_55vBJTkh8i0xN8xrFA/s400/Screenshot-662.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As my head started swirling I heard someone speak behind me, when the crash finally came. Even though I knew it was coming it still like my heart stopped, the lightning fast realisation pouring in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You can thank me later” the person said as he walked past me, his black cloak swirling in the gentle wind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GyCf3IQAOu_jWHylAB2Qb-5SP-jBy6Ctp4DaZwqcM_aSuRfCvPlGh76-yy0gP8Q4bcjOF7sZ_uhlicI7__b9InP-lID5iaKYUMAlg1A3J2oPTmvvD3lYr4ssQGmZ-atgf7W_hBG5FX8/s1600/Screenshot-664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GyCf3IQAOu_jWHylAB2Qb-5SP-jBy6Ctp4DaZwqcM_aSuRfCvPlGh76-yy0gP8Q4bcjOF7sZ_uhlicI7__b9InP-lID5iaKYUMAlg1A3J2oPTmvvD3lYr4ssQGmZ-atgf7W_hBG5FX8/s400/Screenshot-664.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s all silent; the screams of the children are gone, the bustling atmosphere disappeared…and my baby girl is dead. My little girl was 7 years old and today was her first day of school but, as you can see, it ended in disaster. I knew this would happen and there was nothing I could do about it, but if I could turn back the clock I’d do my best to prevent it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVFE6RpQ9bVrcAjYoeKMI29ZQzSsleJvWXXye5U3jBKeqePnMLXv1Lt-I4X7ZFOxgI6FJBnUF0BLw29ZrCd4zd4RLb74tTEmZUF2u_ZgLzoxHM3Bf6Ou3HGVdr2q3mX0QOtWh0KiwP7Y/s1600/Screenshot-669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVFE6RpQ9bVrcAjYoeKMI29ZQzSsleJvWXXye5U3jBKeqePnMLXv1Lt-I4X7ZFOxgI6FJBnUF0BLw29ZrCd4zd4RLb74tTEmZUF2u_ZgLzoxHM3Bf6Ou3HGVdr2q3mX0QOtWh0KiwP7Y/s400/Screenshot-669.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Just give me a chance…I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">know</i> I can save you” I pleaded to the last remaining person, apart from me, on the lot.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I couldn’t see it but a devious smile spread out over his face that could make anyone, or any<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">thing</i>, feel uncomfortable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“How?” he laughed, not even turning around to face me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnJAPONBNv8aM9YOaDAxRFCAy4NqHwvKa5yIbItOg16M5NJgHXQ70qybrFBgT36gLgwarZZV3JnjKOgaGxw7sWvhZA4FKsPfUtx5tuwtVeBXOg2-x9rJJBNJav_52OeIIO89iyzdtqSk/s1600/Screenshot-663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnJAPONBNv8aM9YOaDAxRFCAy4NqHwvKa5yIbItOg16M5NJgHXQ70qybrFBgT36gLgwarZZV3JnjKOgaGxw7sWvhZA4FKsPfUtx5tuwtVeBXOg2-x9rJJBNJav_52OeIIO89iyzdtqSk/s400/Screenshot-663.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t know…But I’ll find a way, even if it’s the last thing I do.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You’ve got 48 hours to figure it out. If you’re not back here by then the disease will spread so far that anyone that means <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">anything</i> to you, will die.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Fine! You have a deal, but you better be ready to lose.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-a9VYgl8IF_UPTh-OTFvfVHIRXCEgjP5AFFyHVRCjHZ7_H4Z4-gYxorAaBAR5v5wqY0-AqsDljK63-OPJr7dlYtYyfMkCQgBQ6X9fPxqwOa_E6UOn0GA7hiNRbIRcf5uhZ6cP1HOMaE0/s1600/Screenshot-671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-a9VYgl8IF_UPTh-OTFvfVHIRXCEgjP5AFFyHVRCjHZ7_H4Z4-gYxorAaBAR5v5wqY0-AqsDljK63-OPJr7dlYtYyfMkCQgBQ6X9fPxqwOa_E6UOn0GA7hiNRbIRcf5uhZ6cP1HOMaE0/s400/Screenshot-671.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As he walked away slowly my biggest question remained; can I do it? I know what’s currently hanging in the air, why it feels like tension is building. I feel sick to my stomach as I realise to get the job done I have to recap on everything that happened the past few days; I only have 48 hours to stop my life from falling to pieces, but I know, all will be revealed…soon.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I hope you enjoyed this. ^.^ I'm releasing a lot of intros today and am only continuing the most successful one. For more info visit its <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/405182.page">forum</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Please leave comments on the forum (link above) or here.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">You can find the storyboard version <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=335188">here</a></span></div></div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-57385889555083730082011-07-08T08:39:00.000-07:002011-07-08T09:09:10.639-07:00At Midnight<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: white; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-effects-shadow-align: topleft; mso-effects-shadow-alpha: 40.0%; mso-effects-shadow-angledirection: 12000000; mso-effects-shadow-anglekx: 0; mso-effects-shadow-angleky: 0; mso-effects-shadow-color: black; mso-effects-shadow-dpidistance: 1.0pt; mso-effects-shadow-dpiradius: 3.25pt; mso-effects-shadow-pctsx: 100.0%; mso-effects-shadow-pctsy: 100.0%; mso-style-textoutline-fill-gradientfill-shade-linearshade-angle: 5400000; mso-style-textoutline-fill-gradientfill-shade-linearshade-fscaled: no; mso-style-textoutline-fill-gradientfill-shadetype: linear; mso-style-textoutline-fill-gradientfill-stoplist: "25000 #0A4080 4 100000 shade=25000 satm=190000,80000 #7DA6EA 4 100000 tint=75000 satm=190000"; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-align: center; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-compound: simple; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dash: solid; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-dpiwidth: 1.242pt; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-join: round; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-linecap: flat; mso-style-textoutline-outlinestyle-pctmiterlimit: 0%; mso-style-textoutline-type: gradient;"><span style="color: black;">At Midnight</span></span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkypZrXwj5h6CKMDb9mWvhtS4mw-6Jul7JP9SwRKqN1lho1Tv_EkLjF2lW7Wnuy5izpFih8ldI33-IHaP1ypbB6pTXoyCBtS2MWGxMbv80UG1WnNpf1Cjnrp-t1DhlG74MzxNmMDOSGS4/s1600/Screenshot-672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkypZrXwj5h6CKMDb9mWvhtS4mw-6Jul7JP9SwRKqN1lho1Tv_EkLjF2lW7Wnuy5izpFih8ldI33-IHaP1ypbB6pTXoyCBtS2MWGxMbv80UG1WnNpf1Cjnrp-t1DhlG74MzxNmMDOSGS4/s400/Screenshot-672.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a name='more'></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I hope you enjoyed this. ^.^ I'm releasing a lot of intros today and am only continuing the most successful one. For more info visit its <a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/405162.page">forum</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Please leave comments on the forum (link above) or here.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">You can find the storyboard version <a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=335173">here</a></span></div></div>Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-3940381091387424812011-07-04T07:56:00.000-07:002011-07-04T07:56:43.351-07:00Sims 2Yes, 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!Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518270697172039662.post-20758456455376470762011-07-02T02:47:00.000-07:002011-07-02T02:47:47.490-07:003 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 <em>next</em> weekend. ^-^Jacquelinejvrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11923831221348395454noreply@blogger.com0