Gen Three- Chapter Twelve

Mom couldn't have told a less funnier joke. Then, I glanced around again at the mostly empty house, and I made myself stop being stupid. I didn't want to move, but the storm raged with extra fury outside in that very moment and I understood why we were.

     "Moving? Why?" Merlot went ahead and asked anyway.

     "There's no other choice. Berrybrook has dealt with flooding before, but never on a scale like this. The last time a hurricane made its way all the way up here was over seventy years ago, and it was only a category two. This one now is at its full strength, and with how badly it's been raining all year I'm not exaggerating when I say a good portion of the city is going to be underwater. That includes this neighborhood as well. We're incredibly close to the ocean, and we're settled at the bottom of a small valley. I wouldn't be surprised if the flooding made it up to the second floor. In any case, if the city doesn't start ordering mandatory evacuations by tonight, they'll have to by tomorrow."
     "And that's why you've started packing everything up." I spoke.
     "Exactly. Amaranth and I have been working hard all day here while your father has been calling in whoever was willing to come in to help him take care of the store. We hired some trucks and movers, and we've already gotten two full trucks on their way. The majority of our things are going to be placed in a storage center much further in state."

Come and Read "Devout"!

The story I'm publishing on Tapas is now live! Please come check it out here when you have a moment (^^) The full art for the thumbnail is below, done by agreenu at Tumblr.

Color My World Short Story #8 Part Two

I heard the front door open and close, and every inch of my skin cringed. She puttered over to the kitchen, drawn over by the scent of the cookies I assumed, before her heels slowly clacked in my direction. I'd hoped the stupid hope that Dahlia wouldn't come into the bedroom. Perhaps, if I was very lucky, she might have forgotten I existed. That thought seemed at the moment to be the only way to make any of this simpler. However, of course she walked into our room. Of course she knew who I was.

     "Hey." she greeted as she came in.

     "Welcome back. How was the meeting?" I asked, my voice way more cheerful than I felt.

     "Gourd would not shut up, as usual, but the clients appeared very excited with the proposal in the end," Dahlia explained with an eagerness in her voice, "Almost as excited as I am to have some of the cookies. Please tell me you and Ethereal made extras."

     "Most certainly. Once you have to make two hundred of them, what's the harm in making a dozen or two more?" I did what I could to chuckle.

     "Good. Hey, how about this? Why don't we just eat all the extras and say to the girls there were no extras?"

     "Heh, I'm actually kinda cookie-d out. I came in here to get away from the smell."

     "I see. I can imagine after making that many you would be sick of them. I'm sure you ate plenty of the dough too."

     "You know me too well."

New Upcoming Project!

Hello! So, for a while I've wanted to find a way to branch out and grow an audience for my more serious writing without it being shared in my more personal space here with my Sims stories. I've found a place that I think will be great for this- tapas.io! I was using it to read comics when I eventually noticed that one was able to publish their own stories on there as well, and even possibly become partnered with the site depending on the story's popularity. While being partnered would be great, at this point I'm simply excited at the prospect of reaching a whole new audience. A story had already been brewing in my mind, and so I started writing.

The story, called "Devout", follows a young woman in the fantasy world of Mirdal who suffers from amnesia after a mysterious accident out in the woods. To make matters worse, with her is also a young infant she's not sure is hers that she now must care for as the stringent tightening of rules sent down from the monarchy that has declared war on the north leaves her out in the city on her own. Containing drama, romance, mystery, and a gentle touch of magic, it's bound to have a little something for everyone. There currently aren't any chapters available to read as of the moment as I'm waiting for the cover for the story I commissioned to be completed first before I start posting. However, I will post the link to Devout here as soon as it becomes available, and you can view my profile page here. The plan is to post one chapter a week on Tuesdays. Hope you'll give it a glance (^^)

Gen Three- Chapter Eleven

My feet ached slightly from the walk I was not used to. Gilly, Merlot, and I were going to have to talk to mom and dad about a better way to get us all home after school. The start of a new year of education meant something big for us older ones. Seventh grade had us finally departing from elementary school and journeying on to the adventure that was junior high. Merlot was left all by his lonesome then at the elementary, and mom and dad weren't too keen on their first-grader walking home alone. They'd asked us to meet up with him and walk home together, but there was no way this could go on all year. It was such a massive inconvenience for us, and Merlot had to sit there and wait so long that pretty much everyone else had left. Him sitting there alone didn't seem any better than him walking by himself.

     "The best part was when it went dead quiet and that random guy started jumping around in the background." Apple recounted merrily.

The walk had at least been somewhat interesting though. Apple was coming over, as usual, and Timber had been nice enough to tag along as well. We'd met up with Merlot, and in the small break we were taking before the trek restarted my cousin and my friend told us about the funny video one of the teachers in their class let them watch at the end of third period as there was time for nothing else.

     "I liked the part where that one person yelled about the cheeseburger." Timber laughed.

Gen Three- Chapter Ten

How long had it been since I had felt such warmth? Closing my eyes, I stretched my head back and let the sun slightly burn my face. I didn't care if it pulled my skin a little. I was simply so incredibly glad it wasn't raining again. We thought last year had been bad, but this year was already approaching last year's record when it was only summer! All the weather channels predicted more sunshine to be coming our way, but there still remained too many umbrellas on their reports for my liking.

     "Hey, did you finish up your summer homework yet?" I asked Rosey, who sat next to me.

     "Yeah. I got the final bits done last night." she responded, lazily kicking her foot.

     "Darn it."

     "Love homework that much?" she asked with a smile.

     "No, but I've been stuck inside too much lately because of the rain. I'm done with television, video games, and reading. I was thinking we could at least bring your homework out here to work on it in the sunshine. I wish I would have brought mine."

     "I'll procrastinate more next time," Rosey laughed, "But I think those two are entertaining enough."

Gen Three- Chapter Nine

The fact that the air brushing against my cheeks and slowly knotting my hair as I zoomed back and forth on the swing wasn't cold pounded my chest with a lively excitement. Back when I was young, well- younger, I hadn't gotten why spring was the reason why people bothered so much more with cleaning and the start of large projects. Now I got it. The feeling of invigoration after the snows had passed and one could go outside without suffocating layers of clothes made one want to actually do stuff. For example, mom, dad, Gilly, and I were outside having a blast being silly as mom and dad did their best to push my sister and I at a matching pace while just a month ago we all lazed about in bed as long as we could hardly wanting to get up to make a cup of hot chocolate.

     "You're pushing too fast." dad complained with a large grin as Gilly and I began to go out of sync.

     "You're going too slow." mom rebuked back.

     "I'm going slower so you don't tire yourself out by trying to match me."

     "You calling me weak, Vivid?"

Gilly and I laughed. We found it amusing that mom used dad's last name to call him out during their playful bantering even if it had been her last name too for over a decade now.

Color My World New Year's Special 2018

My first thought...that definitely couldn't be her. That was her voice from our now distant past, but how on earth could I think my name fell from her lips once more?

     "Amaranth?"

Yet there it came again. Unsure but desperate to snuff out the possibility as it hurt my heart too much, I slowly cracked open my eyes. When the first thing I saw was white, I swear I lost all my breath.

     "E...Ethereal?" I could barely manage to creak out.

     "C'mon, bud," she laughed lightly, and my chest fluttered at the sound, "You've had your nap, but it's getting closer to midnight. You don't want to lose out on all your chances to beat Charming in a race before we switch the channel to watch the ball drop."