Saturday, May 23, 2015

Generation 3 Heir Vote

Author's Note: This is the first heir vote I've ever done so I'm hoping for some votes. Please vote for your favorite. I aged all of the kids up to YA and will provide what their traits are and basic story information for each of the kids.

Jennifer Willow Bennett  
                                         

Traits:  Adventurous, Brave, Easily Impressed, Excitable, Virtuoso

Favorites: Food:  Fish & Chips
                  Music: French
                  Color: White

Life Time Wish: Made the Most of my Time

Sign: Capricorn

The oldest child of Robert and his first wife Patricia. She always had a strong will and
a courageous nature. When she was five years old she saved her father's life after her mother left her father to go with a powerful drug lord. With three younger siblings and her father bleeding on the ground she called 911. When her mother showed up again after thirteen years and destroyed her happy home. Jennifer has been obsessed with changing the past. Her best friend and cousin Robbie Olivia told her about his mother's invention that allows them to travel in time. She wonder's if she can go back and prevent her father's death. What would their lives be like? One way or another she's going to find out.

Diana Rose Bennett

Traits:  Artistic, Disciplined, Mooch, Star Quality, Hates the Outdoors

Favorites:  Food:  Veggie Burger
                   Music: Epic
                   Color: Blue

Life Time Wish:  Distinguished Director

Sign: Gemini

Diana is the second of Robert's children. The result of an alien abduction. Despite Robert's terrible experience with the aliens she never doubted she was loved and wanted. Telling her dad she hated him haunts her nightmares and she wants to make amends by immortalizing his life by producing movies from the novels he wrote while he was alive. Her biggest dream is to some day produce the movie about his life.

Amanda Violet Bennett


Traits:  Genius, Grumpy, Hydrophobic, Loner, Rebellious

Favorites:  Food: Mac and Cheese
                   Music: Roots
                   Color: Grey

Life Time Wish: Master of Mysticism

Sign:  Gemini

The third of Robert's children and the oldest of set of twins. Amanda and Alex have always been best friends until the tragedy that took their dad from them. Alex feels that his twin is wasting her life by seeking answers from the spirit world. Amanda feels it's her last link with her dad and she feels no she knows she's been contacted by ghosts and it's the least she can do to help others contact their loved ones who have passed on. She doesn't care if the rest of the world thinks she's crazy.

Alexander Sage Bennett


Traits:  Artistic, Diva, Dramatic, Easily Impressed, Vegetarian

Favorites:  Food: Egg Rolls
                   Music: Rock
                   Color: Purple

Life Time Wish:  Rock Star

Sign: Gemini

After his father was killed Alex turned to music to express his feelings. Being the lead singer and guitar player for a band he's ready to hit the road. He doesn't understand why his sisters are stuck in the past; yeah he misses his dad but it's no reason to stop him from reaching his goals. His dad would want him to be happy and that's how he decided to honor his dad's memory by reaching his goals and living his life. He wasn't going to be some crazy person talking to spirits or a futile attempts to change the past. If only he could get his sisters to listen to him.

Jeffrey Basil Bennett


Traits:  Good, Hates the Outdoors, Light Sleeper, Rebellious, Socially Awkward

Favorites:  Food: Tri-Tip Steak
                   Music: Rap
                   Color: Irish Green

Life Time Wish: Forensic Specialist Dynamic DNA Profiler

Sign: Scorpio

The fifth of Roberts kids and the first with his second wife Grace. The night that is dad died left a deep impression in Jeff's life. He watched his dad fearlessly put himself in the life of fire when he pushed his cousin Matt out of the line of fire. His father was a hero and he wanted to be just like him. He spoke with his Uncle Shon about joining the police academy but his Uncle convinced him he should go to college and study forensic science. It's not quite the glamorous job he imagined of putting his life on the line but it had it's challenges and he was doing his part in putting the bad guys away. Plus it had the advantage that he didn't have to deal with people where is awkwardness was all too apparent. He envied his older brother his ability to talk with anyone and everybody. He'd settle to be able to talk without saying something dreadful or meeting that special someone who would look past it and like him anyway.

Drew Ivy Bennett


Traits:  Artistic, Born Saleswoman, Easily Impressed, Eccentric, Shy

Favorites:  Food: Fish and Chips
                   Music: Latin
                   Color: Purple

Life Time Wish: Paranormal Profiteer

Sign: Libra

Youngest of six children and the second between Robert and Grace. She was daddy's little girl and when he died in front of her eyes she wanted nothing more than to die with him. She cried herself asleep for months until she felt a presence in her room that comforted her. Ever since then she was convinced her dad had come to comfort her. Thanks to her sister's influence she firmly believes that ghost's exist and she's going to look for as many as she can find. She's going to find a way to bring her dad back to life. She's read articles of how close science was to accomplishing it. All they needed were more spirits to experiment on. So she's going to do her part in supporting their research.

Vote as many times as you want.




Thursday, May 21, 2015

Generation 2, Chapter 42 - Finale




Grace smiled happily as she snuggled close to her sleeping husband. Last weekend they had celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary. They had planned on celebrating in France but had to postpone the trip due to Jennifer's college admission interviews. That was another difficult thing to imagine, Jennifer would be eighteen next week. Robert had something special planned for her birthday and graduation.

"Good morning sweetheart," Robert interrupted her thoughts as he turned to smile at her.

"Did I wake you?" Grace asked concerned. Robert hadn't been sleeping well since that woman had showed up at the house. She regretted telling him about Patricia's visit. It had only upset him; especially when she told him about the money she had given her. They both knew she would be back. It was only a matter of time before the money ran out.

"Penny for your thoughts," Robert said squeezing her tight.


"It's not worth a penny," Grace sighed knowing she couldn't deny her anxiety when she saw the frown crease his forehead. "I'm sorry Rob, I was thinking about Patricia. I know I messed up. I should never have given her the money. It's my fault if she comes back asking for more."

"Oh honey don't blame yourself," Robert said holding her close "she took advantage of the situation. Coming when I wasn't home. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. We can live without the money and if she comes again no doubt we can live with that too. My main concern are the children. I don't want her anywhere near them."

"Do you think she's dangerous?" Grace asked "do you think she'd hurt them?"

"I don't know to be honest. It's been thirteen years since I saw her last. I would never have thought she would leave me but she did. I can't rule anything out. People change." Robert held her tight as she burst into tears, "honey this isn't your fault. Patricia is responsible for her own actions. I just wish I knew what she's up to."


"Maybe we should call the police," Grace sniffed into his shoulder.

"If that will make you feel better," she nodded making him smile. "Alright we'll call them as soon as we get up."

"We are up," she said looking at him suspiciously.

"Yeah but there's something else I'd rather be doing right now," he smiled as he brought his mouth down to hers. Kissing her with a passion that hadn't diminished in the past ten years.

***


Later that morning Grace wrapped her harms around Robert whispering in his ear "I love you."

Smiling he turned towards her "I love you more."

Leaning into his embrace she couldn't help but marvel at how lucky she was to have him in her life. When they had met she had still been mourning her husband and unborn child. He had been struggling to raise four young kids on his own. They completed each other. He was the half she had lost and thought was gone forever. Reaching up she ran her fingers through his hair. She loved the golden highlights and wished more of the kids had inherited it. "Have I told you how much I love your hair?" Robert asked breaking into her thoughts.

Laughing she replied "I was thinking how I wished more of the kids had your hair. I guess great minds think alike," she looked up and brought his face down to hers kissing him repeating "I love you more and more each and every day."


They called the police and while Grace told them what happened. Robert made breakfast for the hungry masses. After breakfast Drew ran up screaming "daddy, daddy guess what?"

"I don't know. What?" Robert grinned at her as he picked her up.

"I love you," she squeezed his neck as she kissed his cheek "when I get older can I marry you?"

"As much as I'd like to say yes I can't" Robert said "my heart belongs to mommy."

Sticking out her lip she pretended to pout. Her face brightened into a huge grin when she said "that's ok daddy you and mommy belong together."


"I'm glad you agree," he said wriggling an eyebrow at her.

"Daddy your so silly," she giggled "I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart," Robert kissed his youngest daughter before setting her down.

"Daddy your coming to my dance recital on Friday right?" she asked looking up at.

"Wouldn't miss it," he said with a grin.

"Yeah I knew you wouldn't miss it but I like hearing you say it." Drew bounced up and down with her boundless energy. She ran off when Jeff ran past on his way outside. She yelled after him "wait for me."


Robert couldn't help but chuckle. His youngest reminded him a lot of how him and Gene had been growing up together. He had spent a lot of time trying to ditch his annoying little brother but somehow Gene had always found a way of tagging along. Drew had the same effect on her older brother coupled with the energy to keep up with him. She never let being younger dictate what she was or was not going to do. Maybe she was spending too much time with her favorite uncle. Gene was rubbing off on her. They had become inseparable since Gene had bought a summer house in Hidden Springs, now the kids were inseparable.

Matthew was in the same summer dance classes as Drew and they made quite the pair. Shaking his head Robert couldn't believe how much Matt was the carbon copy of Gene. Ian on the other had was so much more reserved preferring video games despite the harassment he received from his younger brother.

Finishing the last of the dishes Robert looked up in time to see Jeff stomping into the house. "Dad tell her to leave me alone and to quit following me."


A second or two later Drew came bouncing into the kitchen grinning. Sighing Robert asked "are you bothering your brother?"

Shaking her head Drew laughed "I don't bother people daddy I make their lives more interesting."

"Ugh" Jeff growled "dad make her stop! I want to meet up with Ian without having to drag her along."

Looking at his son Robert shook his head "son you do realize that wherever Ian is Matt is not too far behind. You're going to need Drew to keep Matt occupied."

"Dammit," Jeff said explosively "why can't we ever do anything without them tagging along."


"Jeffrey Bennett," Robert said his stern tone causing Jeff to look down "I don't ever want to hear you using that kind of language..."

Putting a hand over his mouth Jeff groaned "I'm sorry dad. It won't happen again. I promise. It's just that I'm so frustrated with the situation. Isn't there anything you can do to help?"

"Drew, honey why don't you and Matt stick around here today. Leave the older kids alone."

"But dad" she began to pout giving her dad her best puppy dog eyes "please."


"No honey they need some space," Robert stood his ground.

"Ok you win," she grumbled going outside to wait for Matt to show up.

"Thanks dad," Jeff grinned hugging his dad "your the best."

"Don't be getting into any trouble," Robert admonished.

"Dad I'll be with Ian. That kid doesn't know how to get into trouble." Jeff rolled his eyes sometimes his cousin was so boring but he'd rather hang out with him instead of his little sister any day.

***


Deciding to work on his novel Robert made his way to the stairs when Alex and Amanda came in from outside followed by their thirteen year old cousins Stephanie and Jasmine. "Dad" Alex called loudly "can we go to the movies?"

"Who is we?" Robert asked. The last time Alex had asked to go to the movies Robert hadn't asked and he found out later that he had gone with some older kids from school. They had talked him to spray painting the theater's walls. After the call from the police to come and get his son from the station he had been more careful to inquire into what the twins were up to.

Rolling his eyes Alex grumbled "you're never going to trust me again are you?"

"You have to earn trust Alex," Robert told him keeping his voice firm "so far you haven't shown that you can be trusted."


"Whatever," Alex crossed his arms. Jasmine put a hand on his shoulder whispering something in his ear. Alex smiled nodding. Not for the first time Robert wondered if Alex had covered for his cousin that night he had been arrested. She was a handful despite her innocent appearance.

"Uncle Robert," Stephanie smiled up at him "we all want to go to the movies." Stephanie was the quieter twin and was always hanging out with Amanda. Robert hoped she'd be a good influence on his more rebellious daughter.

Amanda nodded "please dad we'll be home by curfew we promise." She stared at her twin brother until he nodded.

"Ok," Robert gave in "be home by curfew."


"We will," Amanda smiled running over and hugging him. "Thanks daddy."

Looking at his daughter Robert missed the days when she wanted to be with him all the time. That all changed once the twins became teenagers and they started to hang out with their friends. Before they left he called out to them "don't get into too much trouble. I really don't want to tell Gene my kids got his arrested."

"Don't worry Uncle Robert I'll keep them on the straight and narrow," Stephanie called over her shoulder. Somehow Robert didn't doubt her. She was the only person the twins listened to. Shaking his head as he walked up the stairs he couldn't believe the twins were already fifteen and begging to learn to drive.

***


Sitting at his computer he pulled up his manuscript he had been in the process of editing. He felt a rush of pride that people were knocking on his door to offer him book and movie deals when just a few years ago he was a nobody begging for someone to give him a chance. This book may just be his best. He just had a few final tweaks to make before it was ready to be submitted. Rereading the passage that was giving him problems he was jolted out of his train of thought by his daughters loud whiny voice as she pleaded with Grace for an extension on her allowance.

It wasn't long before she was stomping up the stairs. "Daddy I absolutely must have a loan. I found the most adorable pair of shoes that match my dress perfectly. There's a matching clutch too that I really need so that I have the complete outfit. Please daddy," she batted her eyes up at him.

"Diana how many time have I told you to budget your money better ..."

"But daddy I absolutely had to have that dress ..."


"There were other dresses that were less expensive and just as pretty. If you had stuck with the budget we worked out for you, you would have had enough for the entire ensemble." Robert shook his head wondering where Diana's taste for the most expensive things had come from.

"Daddy! I have a certain reputation to maintain. After all I can't show up wearing any old thing. What would people think? I can't wear last seasons dress or mismatched accessories." She spoke heatedly about how these things were important to maintain her image. "Besides it's only five hundred dollars..."

"Five hundred dollars," Robert looked at her shocked "the dress alone was over two thousand dollars more than Grace's wedding dress cost..."

"I can't help that mom has deplorable taste," Diana stated rolling her eyes.


Shaking his head Robert said "no absolutely not young lady. It's time you learned the value of a dollar. If you want the matching shoes and clutch get a job and pay for them yourself."

Looking horrified Diana stuttered "get a job, you're joking right? Someone in my position shouldn't have to work."

Growing impatient Robert asked " what is your position? Did you write the books that pays the bills and keeps you in pretty things? Well did you?" She shook her head "no you didn't. I did. Maybe it's my fault for not seeing how conceited and spoiled you've become. But it ends now."

Stomping her foot she shouted "it's not fair. Why should I have to get a job when Jennifer doesn't have to? " She stormed to her room slamming the door behind her yelling "I hate you."

Rubbing the bridge of his nose Robert wondered where he had gone wrong with her. She used to be so sweet if a little too needy. When did that neediness turn into spoiled diva? "It's not your fault you know," Robert looked up to see Jennifer standing in front of him.

"What's not my fault?" he asked. 

She waved a dismissive hand towards her sisters closed bedroom door. "You know the princess. It's not your fault that she thinks she's entitled to having everything handed to her."


"Thanks sweetie but your wrong," Robert shook his head standing up to hug her "How's my girl today?"

"I'm wonderful. Perfect. The skies the limit." Robert watched her hands wildly gesturing to highlight her excitement. Her eyes twinkled with happiness. 

"I take it you got in," Robert said with a smile.

Nodding Jennifer opened her arms wide "Sim University here I come," she said with a grin.


Hugging her again "honey I'm so proud of you," he said swallowing over a lump in his throat that formed over the thought of his little girl leaving home. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too daddy. Your my best friend in the whole world," she hugged him tight "but you always told me to follow my dreams. I'm ready to start the next chapter of my life."

"I know you are honey," Robert squeezed her tight. She had grown into beautiful young woman inside and out.

"Daddy don't be sad," she looked up at him with her deep blue eyes. "I'll come home for the holidays and summers. No matter where I go I'm taking you with me in my heart."

"Same as you'll always be in mine," Robert told her "I love you sweetie."


"Love you too daddy," she kissed his cheek before skipping to her room. Stopping at her door "maybe I can reach the diva and find the sister I lost."

"I'd settle for a reasonable facsimile of the little girl I used to know," Robert said sadly. As she shut the door behind her Robert turned back to his manuscript. He had a sudden break through as to what was missing from the scene. A half an hour later he sent the manuscript to his editor crossing his fingers that he had made all the necessary adjustments.

Yawning Robert looked at the time 9:00 somehow it felt a lot later. Shaking his head he realized he was only four months away from his 40th birthday, where did the time go? A commotion downstairs caught his attention.

***


Grace opened the door only to come face to face with Patricia. She could see the hate in her eyes as she gripped the arms of two frightened kids. "Mommy help," Drew struggled in the woman's grasp.

"Are these your mewling brats?" Patricia demanded ignoring Matt's efforts to kick her.

"Please let them go," Grace pleaded with the wild eyed woman. "I'll do anything. Just don't hurt them."

Smiling Patricia tossed the kids towards Grace "here take them." She snarled with a look of distaste "I hate kids." She looked around the living room screaming "Robert I know you're here. I want to talk to you."

Standing at the top of the stairs Robert recognized the voice of his ex-wife Patricia. His daughter's bedroom doors opened. He motioned for them to stay where they were. Ignoring him Jennifer whispered "that's mom isn't?" Robert nodded as he went to go downstairs stopping when Jennifer grabbed his arm "no daddy please," she pleaded.


Kissing her forehead he whispered "I'll be ok but Grace is down there. I need to go to her."

Diana stepped forward "daddy I...I love you." She rushed to give him a hug crying "I'm scared."

"I know baby," Robert squeezed her hand "it'll be ok."

"I'm calling 911," Jennifer said attempting to put on a brave face despite the fear shooting adrenaline through her. "Be careful daddy."

"I will baby-doll," he said giving her a quick hug before going downstairs. It was worse then he expected. Grace had Drew and Matt clinging to her crying while Patricia stood before them pointing a gun at them. Looking up Patricia shouted "its about fucking time."


"Patrica put the gun down," Robert tried to keep his voice steady not wanting to show fear in front of her.

"Why should I?" she asked waving it around.

"You might hurt someone," he tried to reason with her.

"Like I'd care," she snarled "I quit caring the moment I went with the man. No, sooner than that," she smiled nastily at him "I quit caring the moment I got pregnant the first time."

She was talking loud and Robert knew Jennifer had heard her hateful words. He hoped she would stay upstairs out of harms way. "What do you want?" he asked hoping she'd go away if he gave in to her demands.

"What I want?"she scowled at him "I want to know why you married that purple haired bitch!"

"Take that back," Jeff shouted from the door.

"Another purple haired brat," Patricia smiled "why don't you come in and join your sister little boy."


Jeff stood frozen in the door. They could hear sirens in the distance shattering the silence. "Did you call the cops?" Patricia shouted at Robert.

"No," he stuttered afraid that she would start shooting and with so many targets she was bound to hit someone.

"You did you.." she raised the gun when a voice from the stairs shouted. "He didn't. I did."

Jennifer walked toward her mother "I called them mother. Just like I did thirteen years ago when you left. You left us and daddy bleeding on the ground. I was five years old and I was more of an adult then you ever were. All you thought about was yourself. You selfish old hag."

"How dare you talk to me like that," Patricia screamed "I'm your mother."


"No you're not," pointing towards Grace "she's my mother. She sat with me when I was sick. Held me when I was scared. Hugged me when I was good and stood by me even when I was wrong. She was there for me....you never were," she stepped back grabbed Grace's hand and smiled.

Pointing the gun at Grace, Patricia started to shake "you turned my children against me. My own kids..."

"No you did that yourself," Alex shouted from the kitchen where he stood blocking the door to keep the girls from coming inside.

Movement at the front door had Patricia jerking in that direction. Matt choose that moment to run towards his brother. Patricia whirled around firing the gun. Robert dived for the boy knocking him down. The room filled with shouting authoritative voices demanding Patricia to put the gun down. Robert lay on his side a searing pain in his chest. Grace rushed to him, cradling him in her arms. She screamed as blood gushed from his nose and mouth.


"Ma'am an ambulance is on it's way." Robert heard someone say. He doubted it would be in time. He knew he was drowning in his own blood. He reached up and ran his fingers through Grace's hair for the last time before his hand dropped limp at his side. His sight dimmed growing dark around the edges. "I...love...you," he gurgled gasping for breath.


"No, no please. Robert don't leave me," Grace screamed "you can't go. Please come back. I love you."


Authors note: Due to my game crashing I had to use the pictures I had as I didn't want to delay the chapter any longer. Mainly because I was afraid I'd find a way of changing the ending. The heir vote will be up sometime this weekend.


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Liebster Award

I'm excited that my blog was nominated for the Liebster Award by legendofsim (aka thepartysim), author of A Graying World.   Thank you for the nomination, I really appreciate it. This was an awesome surprise to come home to.

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Here are the official rules:

  1. Post the award on your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who presented the award and link back to their blog.
  3. Nominate 5-11 bloggers whom you feel deserve this award and have fewer than or equal to 3,000 followers.
  4. Answer 11 questions posted by the nominator, and ask your nominees 11 questions.

There are so many awesome blogs out there and so many that I read have already been nominated. But because I like them and think the authors are superb writers I may renominate my favorites.

1) legendofsim (aka thepartysim) A Graying World, How to be a Star, Color My World BC, Sim Star Idol and Escape Pennbrook Estate If your looking for something new and interesting to read any or all of them I would highly recommend. I can't choose just one they are all well written and two of the characters from Sim Star Idol have made appearances in my stories. These are by far my favorite stories and impossible to choose just one.

2) Sandybeachgirl Listening to my Heart  and A Ray of Sunshine Both of these stories are full of heart and the characters come to life and you cry and laugh with the characters.

3) It'sJulie Through Color Blind Eyes A rainbow legacy following the lives of the Orchid family. 

4) Blythelyre The Torres Legacy  This story captures not only your imagination but your heart as well. Once you start reading you can't stop because you just have to know what happens next.

5) Lckygrl1975 Painswater Point  if you like vampires this is an awesome story to read. 

6) Rose Colourcaste a dystopian story about Winter fighting to survive against great odds and finding that one person she can rely on. Monroe Legacy is another great story that I hope Rose continues in the future.


Questions from legendofsim (aka thepartysim

1. Sims has a lot of quirky things that aren’t possible in real life. If you could choose one thing (for example, traveling to the future) what would you choose? I think traveling to the future or even into the past. Time travel has always be fascinating to me and if the Van Winkles are any example time travel could be risky lol

2. Name one NPC in any town that you’d like to be best friends with, and explain why. I hardly ever play with the NPC's and the only ones I have are from Bridgeport. Let's see Vladimir Schlick because he seems to be a pretty cool vampire although I'm not sure he'd make a very good best friend. 

3. Legacy/isbi/plotted story etc….what is your favorite sims challenge and why? Kind of a combination of legacy and plotted story. The Van Winkles started off as a legacy based upon rules that I conveniently forgot about as the story took over. I found out I'm not good with following rules. Not So Ordinary Life was supposed to be a legacy with rules too but when the founder kept getting abducted by aliens my imagination took over and the story was born.

4. If you could be a berry sim, would you? (Colorful sims with food names) I think it would be cool to be a berry sim but I don't know if I'd want to be the only one though. Maybe just the colorful hair, I had purple hair once, so that's probably as close as I'll every come.

5. Quick, you’re trapped in an elevator with five sims from your last chapter. Who are they and what would most likely happen? From the last chapter I wrote had William, Gene, a doctor and a psychologist in it. There weren't any other characters so I'll have to go with the just those four. Unless we can count the phone call to Aimee. But I think it would be everyone ganging up on Gene to keep him calm because he'd be the one wanting to climb out of the elevator into the elevator shaft to get help.  Everyone else would be trying to convince him that it wouldn't be safe.

6. Is writing only a hobby of yours or do you plan on making a career out of it? I've been writing since I was a little kid and anyone who would ask me what I was going to be when I grew up I would say a writer. So it would be great if someday I was able to make a career out of it.

7. More sims questions because I think its fun. If you could MARRY any of your sims, who would it be and why? Gene hands down. I have a soft spot for him and out of all my characters there are certain aspects of his personality I molded after someone I liked a lot but wasn't as strong as Gene was to overcome his demons.

8. Why do you write? I write because I enjoy it also because I have so many stories running around my head that need to get out.

9. Your favorite thing about the simming/writing community (Let’s spread some positivity)? The wonderful people who are willing to read and share their comments. I really enjoy it when someone takes the time to comment on my blogs. 

10. How would you feel if you found out you were a video game character and someone was controlling and documenting your life? (If you put it like that…LOL) Hmm I would say it's about time they gave me a love interest to spice up my life lol.

11. Finally, any upcoming spoilers you want to share in your story? 
The Van Winkles - Beverly goes looking for Adam because he's afraid to go home now that he's a vampire. Will she be able to convince him that she trusts him not to hurt her or the kids? Will they finally get married? Also Dana shows up and will Heath be able to stand up to obsessive/possessive nature? Will Heath run away to Midnight Hollow to be free from Dana? The answers to those questions will be coming up in the next few chapters.
Not So Ordinary Life - Who did Patricia shoot and did they survive? Only one chapter before the heir vote. Will this generation end with tragedy? You'll have to read it to find out. The chapter should be out sometime this week.
Not So Reckless Life (side story to NSOL) Gene has surgery on his ankle, will he walk again? Will Aimee be there to help him recover from the nightmare of being abducted by a crazy stalker. 

My questions (I know many of you have been nominated already so answer if you want).

1) Where do you get inspiration for your stories?
2) Do you use the sims as a basis for your stories or do you use it to illustrate the story?
3) Do you ever base your characters off of real people you know?
4) Do you plot out your stories from start to finish? or are you a seat of the pants writer? Writing what comes to mind without any plot?
5) What is your favorite character you have ever written?
6) Which sims game do you like best? 1,2,3 or 4?
7) Do you have a favorite town you like to use for your stories?
8) Which POV do you prefer to write in?
9) Do you write out character profiles? If you do, do you do it before or after you've started writing for that character?
10) Where do you come up with the names you use for your characters?
11) Do you have a set schedule to write?

Thank you again for the nomination.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Generation 2, Chapter 41

Authors Note: The voice of the individual reading the diary is the future heir. As the heir hasn't been decided yet (the heir vote is coming after the next chapter) I decided to write in the first person POV so that it could be genderless and could be the voice/thoughts of any of the kids.


Walking into my room I spy the package that was delivered to my dorm yesterday. There's something about it that makes me uneasy. I have a feeling of dread whenever I look at. Sighing I go over to it wondering for the millionth time what's in it. The only way to find out is to open it. Smiling I attempt to tell myself it's a package from home full of homemade goodies. All my favorites that mom baked so that I wouldn't be homesick.

With that encouraging thought I take a deep breath as I slice through the tape and sift through the packaging material. My hands emerge with an old tattered book, a diary. Why would anyone send me a diary? Staring at the diary in my hand I begin to tremble as I'm assaulted with a sense of dread. I force myself to remain calm as I open it to the first page ...


1) Today I did something awful. I called the man. Told him I was ready to go with him. I can't take living like this. In this house I hate with a man I no longer love and children I abhor. I'm nothing more than a prisoner in a life I hate. I'm losing my mind and I want out. I can't be the wife, the mother that Robert expects ....


I throw the diary down as if it had set itself on fire. Was this someones idea of a sick joke? If it was it wasn't very funny. Feeling shivery and sick I run to the bathroom. What a waste of a delicious sweet roll I thought wiping my mouth. I catch my reflection in the mirror, pale and haunted. I splash water on my face trying to dispel the sense of dread that has come over me.

Walking into my room the light falls on the diary lying on the floor. Walking over to it I want nothing more than to throw the damn thing away. Hesitating I wonder if it held the answers I desperately needed. After all this was the inner thoughts of the woman who destroyed my life. Why had she done it? This question has plagued me since that horrible night. This diary might have the answer. If it did would it finally give me peace of mind or would it forever haunt me? There was only one way to find out ...

2) I cried all night locked up in my room. I thought I was a prisoner before now I truly am. The man came into my room and threatened me. Told me to be quiet or he'd give me something to cry about it.

3) I haven't spoken to anyone in hours and hours maybe even days. The man glares at me every time he finds a need to come into my room. His hench men are too afraid of him to look at me. I'm afraid and alone but I no longer cry.

4) We board a ship. A part of me is looking forward to seeing something different. Instead I'm taken below decks to a small cubby hole and locked inside. This is unbearable!!!!!! I scream as loud as I can until the man comes. He is angrier then I have ever seen him before. He simply stares at me. His threats no longer scare me. I enjoy his shock when I laugh in his face. Instead of hitting me as I expect he calls me a heartless bitch. Me? Really? How dare he!?!?!?!

5) It's been a week since I wrote anything in my diary. Not much to write about. I've been locked up in the same shit hole and the only person I've seen is the man who brings me my meals three times a day. Today was a different. I was brought up on deck to eat with my jailer.

6) I am still freaking angry over what the man had the nerve to say to me. It's been two days and I still feel like strangling him until his eyes pop out. He had the nerve the audacity to tell me I was the spitting image of my crazy ass mother. I could kill him!!!!!

7) A month has past and I have grown to hate this room I'm trapped in. I would gladly go home to Robert and the kids. Back to the drudgery of being both wife and mother.

8) Two months. I would give anything to have someone to talk to. The man has remained silent and no longer has me brought out of my dungeon to dine with him. At least not until today. A man delivered new clothes for me to wear and a note requesting I change. I have half a mind not to follow instructions but the clothes are exquisite and expensive. Why let it go to waste while I wear these rags? I change and with happily throw away the rags I had been wearing. I have a feeling something is about to happen. I'm eager for the next phase of my incarceration to begin. It can't be worse then what I've already endured.

9) Today I met my jailers son It's Ricky! A boy I met at the orphanage. He is still as nice as I remember him to be. He apologized for his fathers treatment of me. Then he tells me there is nothing he can do. After dinner I am taken to a different room where I am left to puzzle out why I am here. If my memory is correct Ricky is gay at least he was when we had met all those years ago. Why would he want me to be his wife? 

10) Today is my wedding day. I guess no one cares that I am technically still married to Robert. Goodness knows I don't!!!! This could be fun.


That bitch! I toss the diary aside unable to continue reading. That heartless bitch! I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't this callous disregard of the man and children she abandoned. 

It's been a week since I quit reading the diary. It was still laying where I left it. My curiosity to know more about the bitch wins and I reach for the diary to read a few more entries.


11) I finally got around to confronting Ricky. As the only son his father wanted him to produce an heir and Ricky told him he would marry if it were me. I believe him when he says he didn't think his father would go through all the trouble of finding me or that I would agree to come. I decided not to tell Ricky that I had no choice.


The hell! She's the one who left. Who called the man to come get her. No choice?!?! I feel like throwing up I am so angry. Taking several deep breaths I manage to bring my heart rate down.


12) It's been a year and Ricky's father has grown impatient. It's time we try to become pregnant. I do not want children. Never did! Both times I had become pregnant had been horrible mistakes. With Robert I simply smiled and pretended I was excited over the tiny screaming pooping machines. With Ricky I don't feel the need to pretend.

13) Another year and we can no longer avoid giving in to his father's demands. I am pregnant. I didn't think it would happen. The one and only time we had sex. Ricky had no idea what he was doing and I loathed it. My only hope is this child is the long awaited male heir otherwise we'll have to do this again.

14) I was in labor for 20 hours only to find out it was a girl! I cried for hours afterwards. If I didn't know better I would think the world was out to get me.

15) Ricky is constantly cooing over the baby. What did he call it? Something awful I'm sure. He spends more time with it then he does with me.

16) We now have a nanny.His name is Eduardo. I'm sure he is my husband's gay lover. I really don't care. It means I don't have to put up with his fumbling in the bedroom.

17) Ricky's father came for Christmas and doted on that thing I gave birth to. You would think neither had ever seen a baby before. It's revolting! Now he is hinting we have another. Of course Ricky has agreed. He never says no to his father only to me.

18) It finally happened I popped out another brat, a boy thank god! As promised Ricky agreed to having my tubes tied. The only good thing that has come of it. Ricky and Eduardo coo over the brats so much it makes me sick. At least I won't be having anymore. I can now pursue my own interests like the pool boy....

19) I had to watch the brats today while Ricky and Eduardo spent the day together. I let the baby scream until it fell asleep. I couldn't be bothered to change it's nasty stinking diaper. The girl is just as bad. I can't stand to look at either of them!

20) I had to cancel my date. I underestimated my husbands motherly instincts. The black eye and split lip is the price I paid for neglecting the little darlings. For all of Rob's faults he'd never hit me. I wonder how he's doing?


I wiped the tears from my face. How could this woman live with herself? I realize for the first time that it was a blessing that this woman decided to leave my father. She would have made his life miserable if she had stayed. I couldn't stomach reading anymore of her twisted thoughts. I put the diary aside and go bowling with some friends.

Two days later I find myself drawn once again towards the diary. I settle into the chair and turn to the next entry and begin to read.


21) This life is increasingly becoming intolerable. Why had I believed this would be better then the boring quiet life Robert offered? Ricky hits me everyday now for not catering to every need of the brats. What's the big deal about a little diaper rash?

22) Ricky's father has granted Ricky leave t divorce me on grounds of child neglect. I'm surprised I'm getting off so lightly. They are even giving me a large sum of money to buy my silence. I'm not stupid enough to believe I stood a chance against them so I take the money and leave.

23) I always dreamed of going to France. My dream came true today. 

24) I can't believe who I saw today. He looked so happy. I was about to approach him when a woman with purple hair come up to him an wrapped her arms around him. It made me nauseated watching them giggling and kissing each other.it 

25) I decided to leave France today. He ruined for me. No she ruined it. Somewhere in the back of mind I believed Robert would be pining away for me. Raising the kids on his own. Waiting for me to come home.


The bitch! I hurl the diary across the room and race out of the room feeling that her ghost was chasing me. I decide to go to the sorority party and for the first time in my life I get drunk. It does nothing to alleviate the depression I'm in but for a brief moment I feel care free and happy.

The next morning I wake up with a splitting headache and retrieve the book and begin to read again. I can't feel any worse then I already do.


26) I saw the kids. They're so much bigger then I remember. Has it really been that long? How could he have replaced me? I thought I was the love of his life. She did this. Turned him against me.

27) It's been several months since I saw Robert and the kids in France. I learned later he was there to get married. Why does that bother me?

28) I went to Hidden Springs today. Halloween made it easy to go unnoticed and unrecognized Why do I torture myself? Ever since I saw Robert with that woman I can't let it go. What does she have that I don't? He should have still been waiting for me. Missing me. He loved me. Married me. The least he could do was pretend he still missed me.
Curiosity got the better of me. I approached the kids as they were trick-or-treating. Even though I was wearing a costume Jennifer looked at me as if she knew who I was. Maybe it was my voice. She scowled at me while she scolded the younger ones not to talk to strangers. The boy Alex? asked how they were supposed to know who was a stranger if everyone was wearing masks. Smart boy but he had an even smarter older sister.
I went back to the hotel and packed. The last thing I wanted was the police to come around investigating the girls claims. I knew she would tell her dad. Robert's overprotective super dad radar would be raised to high alert. God how that annoyed me.

29) The money is running low and there is no way I can get more from the man. More than likely it would be a death sentence if I were stupid enough to ask and I'm not ready to die. My mind drifted to Eduardo and briefly I wonder why he never bothered me as much as the purple haired girl does. The has me wanting to rip her long hair out by the handfuls. Maybe because I had never loved Ricky so Eduardo was never a threat to my ego. But can I say I ever loved Robert? Maybe at the beginning. When it was just the two of us. Before kids, before aliens and before mother came back into my.

30) Giving it more thought the purple haired girl bothers me because I know she is being treated like a princess. She's protected and loved. The way I used to be. The way I deserve to be treated How dare she replace me!!!!!!


I close the diary rubbing my eyes. I hate this woman. I can't believe how twisted she and jealous she is. Mother had done nothing but love the man she discarded, abandoned. Tossing the diary on the table I get up and stretch. Glancing at the clock I notice how late it is and decide to go to bed.

The alarm clock goes off much too early but I need to go to class despite the awful nights sleep I had. All I did was have nightmares of this evil woman.

Coming back from class I attempt to study for my upcoming finals but am distracted by the diary, beckoning to me to read it instead. Giving in I open it and begin to read....


31) I can't let it go. The purple girl invades my sleep. No matter how tired I am. To make money I am working as a dealer in one of the casino's in Lucky Palms. Even here I see them. Who would have guessed that my old father-in-law would have moved here? It's a good thing William doesn't gamble otherwise I might be forced to move. I really need the money.

32) I have to quit. I hate this job. Plus I just realized the gold mine I've been sitting on. Surely William would pay to keep me away from his golden boy. I need to live and he has the money.

33) It was easy. Like taking candy from a baby. Why didn't I think of this before I toiled all those hours at the casino? I'm still leaving town I don't like the looks of Williams new wife. She strikes me as the type to tell Robert about me and I'm not ready to face him or his purple bitch.

34) My bank balance is running low again. My next paycheck will be Casey. I'm surprised he still lives in Barnacle Bay. I hate this town! His face was priceless when he saw me at his door. He and his wife have three and he grumbled the entire time how he needed this money for their education. Like I care! What's more important? Me staying away from his beloved Robert or his kids college tuition?
In the end he gave me the money. There was not way he was going to let me contact Robert. I could get used to this. Who am I kidding? I like pressuring people into doing things. I finally understand my mother....I am her.

35) Lynn scowled at me when she opened the door and found me there. I felt like laughing. Why is she mad at me? It's Robert's fault not mine. If they weren't so worried about protecting him they wouldn't give in to my demands. But I can see the bank of Casey is closed. So I'll have to find another. Evelyn? I haven't seen her in years. It might be fun to just their buttons.

36) I've decided not to bother Evelyn. I almost forgot Shon is a cop. I'm sure me extorting money from them would be a surefire ticket to jail. I'll have to figure something else out. I watched a where are they now episode featuring the cost of Sim Star Idol. I couldn't help but laugh like a maniac. I'll be seeing Gene soon. I'm sure he has the cash I need to survive.

37) I watched from my rental car as the kids raced to the bus. Cute kids too if It liked kids. Gene came outside to check the mail. He walked with a limp which I found interesting considering you hardly noticed it when he was performing. Out of all the kids Gene was the most surprising. He was successful professionally and personally. He would have been the one I would have thought would have been living on the streets somewhere if he hadn't died from an overdose. I needed to handle him differently then I did from his dad or brother. He wasn't the type to intimidate easily.

38) I'm desperate now. I must have an influx of money. I've acquired a long list of creditors all clamoring for money. I must make a play for Gene now even if I'm not ready. I knew he can be quite volatile however my ace is his love for his brother. I'm sure he'll give me anything to stay away.
My assumptions were false. Gene was as volatile as I remembered but his love of his and needing to provide for them proved more insurmountable then I expected. He yelled for me to get off his property and he would see to it that Robert was aware of my presence and what I had been up to. I guess the jig is up. But I'm not one who gives up easily. There were all kinds of paparazzi milling around so I approached one prepared to give him my sob story of how Gene and I had an affair. Much to my surprise the paparazzi refused to listen to me. He became protective of Gene and his family. What the ... aren't they supposed to make stuff up regardless of whether it's true or not.

39) I left a week later no richer than I was when I arrived. The gossip columns all ran the story of how a desperate woman identified as the ex-wife of world renowned author Robert Bennett had come to beg money from Gene Bennett. I'm furious that the dug up every nasty thing they could find about me. Now I can't walk down the street without people pointing or laughing at me. I should never have approached Gene without a better plan. Now that my presence was known there was no reason why I couldn't go to Robert and get the money I deserve.


The diary slipped from my numb fingers. Shivers run up and down my spine and tears spill from my eyes. I need something to distract me and I decide to join my friends at the movies. 

Afterwards I lie awake wishing I hadn't gone. The movie was some thriller where the ex wife goes on a killing spree. I kept seeing Patricia's face whenever the ex wife was featured on screen. 

I decide to finish the few remaining diary entries. Then I'm going to burn it and hope it she dies with it.


40) I drove up to the house, the prison I despised. I still hate it. The gate was new but the milling paparazzi could prove a font of information. I drove past the house into the park where I could watch and plan.

41) It's been a week and I'm no closer to a plan then I was before. Although I think I want a chance to talk to the purple bitch alone. I'm just waiting for an opportunity to present itself. 

42) I'm becoming quite good friends with some of the paparazzi. They have told me Robert is about to leave for a book signing tour next month.

43) This is my chance. I arrive early and watch Robert hug the purple bitch and kiss her goodbye. For some reason I find this disturbing and I have a desire to rip her purple hair out by the handfuls. Why I don't know. When I had him I didn't want him. But it's different now when someone else has him.

44) Yesterday I saw the purple bitch. She had the nerve to slap me!!!!! She really shouldn't have done that. Today I expect to receive delivery of the money she promised. If not I'll have to make another appearance. The next time I won't be so nice.

45) I received my package. I can leave now. Although what I really want to do is leave a little something for Robert to come home to. But the fear and tears will have to do for now. I'll be back. I really hate that purple bitch. She needs to be taught a lesson.

46) It's almost time to make another visit. I'm looking forward to it. I wonder if she's told Robert about my visit? I think this time I'll make sure both of them are at home. I have a few things to say to Robert.


I can't help myself as I start to sob. That miserable excuse of a human being took one of the most important persons from me. There wasn't an ounce of remorse or reason why. Just undiluted twisted hate. It feels like my heart is being squeezed in a vice and I can't breathe. I stare at the diary sitting in my lap and I can still hear her voice right before the gun goes off. Shattering my life forever.