i’m coming, too. (monthly simlits, september 2017)

note: my entry for september’s monthly simlit challenge.  not to like, spoil anything, but the theme gets pretty dark towards the end. you’ve been warned! i was listening to this song x  while writing this.  probably doesn’t even fit?  lol anyways.

enjoy. ❤

i’m coming, too.

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“hey, it’s me again.  haven’t heard from you in awhile.  things haven’t been the same since the last time we talked.  i was hoping we could talk again.  call me back whenever, okay?”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“um, hey.  i know, it’s not like me to bother you like this, but i really wanted to talk to you.  it feels like you’re ignoring me, which i guess is fine. it’s not the end of the world or anything.  call me back.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“it’s like you’re gone.  just hopped off the face of the earth.  like some fucked up vacation.  except you’re gone for good this time, aren’t you?  call me back.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“still on that vacation?  funny, you said you’d never leave me.  that you’d never leave my side, and you’d make all the pain go away.  well the pain is still here, and you’re not.  i didn’t realize how many lies you told me until it was too late, ’till i was too far gone.  were all these memories lies?  that night you took me to the beach and kissed me for the first time, was that a lie, too?  those love letters you slipped into my locker senior year, or the ring you gave me, is that a lie?  is this real, baby? has it ever been real?  call me back.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“still on a vacation, i see.  was it to get away from me?  was i too much for you?  i guess if i was, you deserve a vacation.  i feel like i need one too, now.  i thought what we had was real, baby.  but i see it now, i did this to you. i did this, didn’t i?  call me back, please.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.  i’m so sorry.  i’m sorry about what i said, i knew it would hurt you and i said it anyways.  i shouldn’t have.  i take it back, okay?  i take it back.  i just need you to talk to me again.  i need you.  i didn’t realize how much i needed you until you were gone, okay?  i love you.  call me back.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“you know what?  i can’t believe you.  i can’t believe you would do this to me.  you haven’t come back from your stupid vacation and it’s tearing me up inside.  do you understand what you’re doing to me?  to us?  i finally took off my ring.  maybe now people will stop looking at me like i’m some sad, kicked puppy.  they’re talking.  they’re all talking.  i don’t think they’ll ever stop.  call me back. please.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

  “i don’t even remember what your voice sounds like anymore.  you never even set up your voicemail so your actual voice was on it, which is just like you.  you didn’t even want to meet my parents, or tell anyone we were actually dating, because of how private you were.  but i loved you anyways.  and you met my parents eventually.  even if it was years later at our engagement party.  i put my ring back on, by the way.  it hurt too much when it was off, like i was taking off my actual finger.  that’s so fucked, right?  i still love you. i’ll never stop. call me back.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“you’re back.  even if it was in a casket.  at a funeral.  your funeral.  i’ve never seen your mom cry before, you know that?  she was always such a bitch to me, but she hugged me.  she finally acknowledged me, just like how i have to acknowledge that you’re actually gone.  you didn’t even look like you.  i’m just amazed that they found you at all.  you’re vacation to the beach must have gone horribly wrong, huh?  for you to be caught up in a current and dragged all the way to the other side town.  you can’t even swim, nathan.  you told me that in second grade.  so why’d you do it?  was it because of our fight?  i should’ve never let you leave alone.  i saw the signs before that night, i saw your razor and still-full pill bottle.  i just didn’t know how to help you. you told me i could never save you, so did you ever want to be saved? were you already too far gone?  i know you won’t call me back, but i still hope it’s you every time my screen lights up.  i love you.”

your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system-

“i’m coming too, nathan.  i want to go on vacation with you.”

voicemail is full at this time.  please try again later.

*~*~*

thanks for reading ❤  monthly simlits is found over here x.

-Haley

 

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i need to host these pictures on a different website so i figured “hey why not put these on a public post so people can see HOW BAD MY EDITING SKILLS ARE”

 

chapter three has pictures now

have at it

Generation Six, Chapter Three [You Led Me Down This Path]

NOTE: I just wanted to get this out, because it’s been forever since I updated.  There’s no pictures because I apparently overloaded my game with cc and it won’t even uninstall stuff/start, so I’m still figuring that out.  Sorry.  As always, the dash is where a picture would be.

NOTE 9/29/17: Hey look, pictures! *Cutting TW*

Generation Six, Chapter Three,

{You Led Me Down This Path}

“She’s almost the age where he…”

“Do we know why? With him, we never knew, but her…”

“Not her, we can’t lose her too.”

*~*~*

Death is stoic.

I didn’t know what it’d truly be like; but I never imagined it to be this.  Dark, winding pathways with no end in sight–a foul smell so pungent it made my eyes water and nose wrinkle in disgust.  I had expected to be greeted by my mama and daddy, smiles on their faces.  Maybe even the owner of that voice, so mysterious and enchanting, waiting for me at the wispy gates of the afterlife.  I’d forever be in that grove, with colorful trees and bountiful gardens, my fingers tangled with the weeds and the dirt and greeted by the smell of honey and a hurricane of flowery fragrances.

Every door I took led to more nothingness, an endless void cast out in front of me.  It was like I was in a tape on rewind, everything looking the same over and over again.

“Absolem is dead.

Melodic soon after.

Then it is you, little rose….”

My vision blurred as a new voice surrounded me, my head pounding with memories.  Cutting off my hair, because I couldn’t see it anyways and it was always in my way.  Grandma smiling at me when I took my first steps.  Falling asleep on Auntie Lucuma’s shoulder during an event.  Grandpa telling me stories that never really seemed real.  Losing my sight.  Seeing my parents. Glowing eyes.

Boris.

It came rushing back to me, my mind unraveling and pulling itself back together.  Making a deal with a strange man so I could dream about my parents, his eyes hauntingly beautiful, his voice enamoring.  Not fully understanding what exactly I was in for.

“So you remember.”

I turned around to see him, standing a few feet from me.  His eyes (…eye?) were the brightest thing in the room…(if this was a room.)  Speaking of.

“Where am I?”  I asked, my voice trembling.  I hadn’t even realized how terrified I was of the abyss until right now.  Terrified of the unknown.

“Where you wanted to be,”  He said simply, as if that was enough.  “I thought you wanted this.”

“I wanted my parents,”  I bit back, my eyes prickling with unshed tears.  “I thought…”

“You thought, Rose.  There is so much you don’t know.”

I bit my lip, expecting to taste copper in my mouth, but felt nothing.  “I don’t understand.”

Boris frowned. “I hope you know, I never intended for you to get hurt.  I only want what’s best for you.  You are every bit as mine as I am yours.”

“Yours?”  I said, taking a step back.  “Yours?“

“I am yours, Rose, and you are mine.  You agreed to this, and it’s time for you to fufill your side of the deal.”

My legs felt like they would fall from under me, guilt welling up in my stomach.  “I’m sorry, but I can’t.  I’m dead.  None of this is real.”

“Oh Rose,” He said, “You’re very real.  You’re as real as it gets.”

“Please,” I pleaded, falling to my knees.  “I just want to be with my parents.  I want them to be real, too.”

Boris was beside in me in a blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around me. “They were real, Rose.  They have always been real.  They are within you, part of you.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, will change that.  It is why you can see them.  But it is not time for you to join them.”

“What-“

“It’s time to wake up, Rose.”

I woke, gasping for air as the void disappeared and was replaced with sterile white lights and antiseptic brilliance.  I sat upright and immediately regret it, my arms crying beneath my weight.  It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my bed, or anywhere familiar, for that matter.  Looking down, I saw that my arms were riddled with lines, and upon touching them, I winced.

Had I done that to myself?

My head swam and sunk as I laid back down, trying to comprehend everything that had been happening to me, but I was incredibly tired.  As always, I needed to go back to sleep.

This time when I drifted off,  I was back in the grove.  But a surprised Boris was the one who greeted me, not my parents.  “Rose, what are you doing here?”

“I fell back asleep.”  I said, sitting in the flowers.  “But I’m alive, aren’t I?”

Boris sat next to me.  “Yes, very much so.  But you did have a very good go at making that statement false. Did you really think that was the answer?”

I looked away from him.  “I’m not sure.  I don’t know what to make of any of this.  I just want to be with my parents.”

“It’s not your time, Rose.  Not for awhile.  But it will be, as it would be for anyone.  Can you not accept that?”

 “Why did you do this to me if this was going to happen?”  I said, suddenly standing up.  “You gave me this, you showed me this.  Was this because you wanted me to be happy?”

My sudden outburst left me standing in front of Boris, and I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze.  I realized what I had done, and quietly sat back down, embarrassed that I would even think of talking back to him.  Stupid Rose.

“My little Rose, I have always wanted you to be happy.  That is why I gifted you with the sight, to see past the veil.  Were you not happy when you were with them?”

“You don’t understand,”  I nearly cried, stifling a sob.  “I don’t belong up there.  I belong with them.”

Boris pulled me to him, and I didn’t resist, though I didn’t really understand what was happening.  Feeling his skin against mine felt so good, so natural.  Had I ever been held like this?  “You’re wrong, Rose,”  He said, running fingers through my hair and rubbing my back.  He placed a gentle kiss to my forehead, my heart hammering against my chest.

“You belong with me.”

This time when I woke up, I wasn’t alone.  Auntie Lucuma was at my side, my grandparents on the other side of the room.  Groggily, I looked down to see I was in the same bed, with the same scars and same clothing.  I tried to move, but my entire body didn’t want to listen, so I settled for laying there, watching my grandparents whisper to each other, sad expressions on their faces.  Auntie Lucuma was dozing softly next to me, her head resting on my bed, her hand on mine.  I wondered if she had been holding it as I slept.

I inched my fingers near hers and wound my pinky around her thumb and pulled.  It was enough for her to stir, and blink sleepily until she realized what I was doing.  “Cicely?”  She whispered, taking my hand in hers.  “Are you awake?”

I tried to reply, but my tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth.  How long had I been asleep?  I wrestled with my lips until I was finally able to croak out a response.  “Water. Please.”

Auntie Lucuma helped me sit up and rapidly tried to fulfill my request.  She held a paper cup to my lips and I drank greedily, tears filling my eyes.  Even after I had tried to leave her, she was taking care of me.

I managed to push her hand away when I was finished, and was able to sit up on my own.  My grandparents were at my side as well, everyone looking at me expectantly.  Grandpa was the first to break the silence.

“You gave us quite the scare there, Cici.”  He said, standing up.  “How do you feel?”

I blinked a few times, the colors in the room seeming too bright.  “I’m okay.  How long was I asleep?”

Everyone looked at each other, having a conversation that I couldn’t make sense of.  Finally, Auntie Lucuma sighed.

“First, you have to promise that you’re never, ever, ever, going to do that to us ever again.”

I nodded, swallowing.  Being awake was more trouble than it was worth.  “I won’t.”

She relaxed a bit, sitting back.  “You’ve been asleep for I think, what, a week?”  She counted her fingers before looking back down at me.  “At least five days.”

It had felt like so much less than that.  Like minutes.  “Really?”

“Yes, really,”  My grandmother said,   “They had to put you under.  You just didn’t wake up.”

“Oh,” I murmured.  “I’m sorry.”

Auntie Lucuma began to cry and she leaned back over me.  “Why are you apologizing?  We’re sorry, Cici.  We’re sorry we weren’t here for you.”

I didn’t really know how to respond.  It wasn’t like I could really go in to detail.  “How long have you all been here?  You all look very tired.”

The room went silent.  Everyone began looking at each other again, and it only further fueled my confusion.  “What?”

“Cicely,”  My grandmother said, very slowly, “Could you say that again?”

“I said you all look very tired,” I repeated.  “What about it?”

Auntie Lucuma began to cry harder, and grandpa looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.  Grandma merely studied me with her piercing blue eyes, so identical to my daddy’s that it made my heart ache.

“Cicely, can you see us?”

“Yes, I can see you, why are you-”  I stopped mid sentence, finally realizing what was going on.

I blinked a few more times for good measure.  It had been so long since I’d seen any of the people in the room, their colors actually seemed to be blinding.  It was hard to look at, but it was there.  Grandma’s pretty pink hair and Grandpa’s old, fading scar.  Auntie Lucuma’s orange eyes and soft, green complexion.  My own skin, somewhere between porcelain and sun-scorched.

Even though I was awake, I could see.

So what did that mean?

*~*~*

 Hey wow look it’s a chapter

-Haley

lol haley where have you been

everywhere.

BIG FREAKING ANNOUNCEMENT

HI

so listen up:

i’ve been playing sims on a broken-ass laptop for the last like 10 years.  it has severe water damage on the screen and sounds like it’s going to blow up all the time.  it has a problem overheating and basically cries everytime i load up sims, which has been a heavy discouragement over the years when it came to taking pictures in game, playing, etc.  this is the same laptop that i use for my college stuff (i’m getting a degree in digital media stuff, and it cries when i try to do stuff with that too.)

i’ve been dealing with this for as long as i can remember.  literally.  i’ve never owned a decent computer in my fucking life.

until now.

a beautiful baby is on it’s way.  a baby that i’ve shed blood, sweat, and tears for.

what does this mean?  better graphics.  better pictures.  less frustration.  more chapters.  more enthusiasm.

i could actually cry.  i’ve been dreaming of this since i was nine years old playing the original sims series and runescape.  this was a necessary demon to be fought since i am now going into the production portion of my degree,  but i’m certainly not limiting it to just that.  i’d like to be able to run sims on ultra high graphics and make use of all the cc.  i’m excited.

i just wanted to share the news with everyone.  i’m so happy i can’t even explain it wow

okay cool thanks

-Haley

Generation Six, Chapter Two [And You Filled My Head With Dreams]

Generation Six, Chapter Two

{And You Filled My Head With Dreams}

AN: There’s some bad stuff in this one.  Cutting TW.

I knew what I was in for.  I agreed to a bargain, struck a deal, accepted the terms.  I didn’t allow myself to be frustrated, didn’t allow myself to get angry with the man with glowing eyes and a mouth full of promises.  As I grew older, I learned how to deal with my blindness.

But I didn’t really feel blind.  It really just as if a shroud was around my head, a paper-thin mist that I couldn’t see obscuring my view of the world.  I knew it was magic.  It was something, because no matter how hard I tried, I could barely remember that night so long ago.  I could only see glowing eyes and a promise of dreams.  I couldn’t remember his name, his facial features, his clothing.  Just lavender, blurred eyes and inky black filling in the holes of my memory.

It nearly drove me mad, but girls like me didn’t get mad, though one thing still rang true.

The man had kept his promise.

Each night, I dreamt of my mama and daddy.  Sometimes just her, sometimes just him.  The first time it happened, I woke up the next morning crying from pure bliss.  My mama had smiled at me, and brought me in for a hug.  “My little rose,” she had whispered, stroking my hair.  “How I’ve missed you.”

He was there sometimes, too.  I knew he was.  He was always watching, waiting.  But I could never look at him directly, never study him.  It was too fuzzy, too confusing, and too scary.

I tried to ask my parents about him, after finding I had relative control of my dreams.

“We don’t know who you’re talking about,” my mama said, her hand entwined with mine.  “We’re here for you and only you.”

My daddy would just smile and nod.  From the stories I heard about my daddy, he wasn’t really the smiling type; so it warmed my heart that he could smile so easily with me and mama.

It was like this each night.  I would sleep as long as I could, so I could have as much time with my parents as possible.  I could only ever see in my dreams.  Blind by day, regaining my vision at night.  As I grew older, though, they began to fade more and more, and I didn’t understand why.  They weren’t quite as vivid, just dreamy.  Mama and Daddy would disappear randomly, or would only watch me from a distance at times, whispering to each other.

I would never trade it for anything in the world, though.  After all, who else could say they can talk to their dead parents in their dreams?

Time wore on, and I found myself having a hard time discerning reality from my dreams.  I would accidentally say something intended for my mother to Auntie Lucuma, who would question who exactly I was talking to when these bouts happened.

Auntie Lucuma.  She blamed herself the loss of my vision, claimed she never should’ve let me out of her sight.  I had tried to console her, reason with her, but she never really listened.  It was a losing battle, but how could I tell her that it was all my fault?  And moreover, how could I explain to her that I’d go back and do it again, solely to see my parents?  She would probably do the same.

Waking up was more trouble than it was worth.

“Mama,” I asked one day, as we sat in a beautiful grove of trees, “Do you know who Lucuma is?”

She nodded. “She’s our dear friend.”

“So I’m not related to her at all?”

“You might as well be,” Daddy said, appearing before us.  “She was everything to me, Rose.  I’m glad she has you so she’s not alone.”

I bit my lip and kept silent, but my mama noticed my expression.  “What is it, Rosie?”

“I can’t leave her behind,”  I started, standing up, “Can I?”

Both of my parents’ frowned.  “What do you mean?”  Daddy said, releasing his hold on my mama.  “Where would you go?”

I clenched my fists.  “I want to be here, with you, forever!” I practically screamed.  “I hate waking up, I hate leaving you behind.  I hate it all!”

My mama was in front of me in seconds, as if she evaporated and reassembled.  “Rosie, ya’ know ya’ can’t stay here.  We’re not…”  She looked over at my father, who was staring right back.  “We’re not real.”

“Yes you are,”  I yelled, turning away from them.  “You’re real!  You’re extremely real!  Don’t lie to me!”

They stared at me, looking confused. Here I was, Cicely Rose, the girl who never raised her voice, the girl who always did what she was told, the girl with dead parents, throwing a tantrum.

“Cicely,” My father said, placing a hand on my shoulder.  “You need to wake up.”

“No-” I began, but was suddenly thrown into a dark abyss.

I tried to yell, but my voice was swallowed by the pitch black landscape.  For the first time in my life, I understood the term deafening silence.  Were my eyes even open?  Was I awake?

“Cicely.“

A deep, smooth voice washed over me, and I felt oddly at peace, though it was unnerving.  I tried to reply, but it was if my voice was gone.

“Cicely, it’s time to wake up.”

But I didn’t want to.  Please, no, wait—

I woke with a start, aware that I was actually awake this time and not in a strange place in my head.  I pressed a hand to my forehead, which was hot to the touch.  A nightmare.  Was that a nightmare?  I hadn’t had one for as long as I could remember.  It was always just my parents, never anything like that.  Never that voice.  It seemed so familiar…

Boris.

Boris?  Who was Boris? Did it matter?

My head swam with thoughts as I felt around my end stand for my compact mirror that I knew was in there.  Auntie Lucuma put it there, a good luck charm, something from her past that she said I should have.

I circled the mirror with my fingertip, feeling the cool glass and plastic and memorizing the edges, the hinge, and it’s size.

Then I took both hands, snapped it in half, and tore at the pieces.

The glass fell around me, the pieces settling on my bed spread and my lap, poking at my bare skin.  I took a breath as I felt for a long piece, my fingers finally settling on one that seemed sharp.

Then, in small, fluid motions, I traced the glass down my arms in little lines, the pain making me wince a little, but it wasn’t so bad after the first few.  I kept going until I hit my elbow, and then laid back as I began to feel slightly dizzy, the blood staining my bedsheets and dripping down my arm.

You can’t stop dreaming if you never wake up.

*~*~*

game crashed towards the end and then i didn’t feel like reloading lmao

anyways god DAMMIT haley.

-Haley

Generation Six, Chapter One [We Met Among the Roses]

Generation Six, Chapter One

{We Met Among the Roses}

Mama,

 Auntie Lucuma just came back from an important meeting with some other suits, and I’m so excited!  She’s been gone for a week and even though Grandma and Grandpa are really cool, I’ve missed her a lot.  She said that we’re going to come visit you and daddy today.  Aunt Summer just had a baby!  They said that she’s going to come by soon so I can meet him.  Mama, you’d love Summer.  She’s so nice.  Ever since she moved out to live with her husband, I’ve been a little lonely, but that’s okay.  I’ve been reading a lot of books and it keeps me entertained.  I love reading stories.  Auntie says that you and daddy lived through a lot of stories.  She says that you guys lived through so much adventure that I don’t need any.  But Mama, I really want a story of my own.  Maybe something with dragons!  Or pirates!  That’d be so cool.

I have to go, Mama.  Auntie says that I need to study and then we can come visit you!

I love you,

Cicely Rose Liddell

*~*~*

 The world really is such a wonderful place.  Perhaps that’s why they called it Wonderland, because of how beautiful the creases and corners are.  Even now, in this gloomy cemetary, the world seems ancient and utterly beautiful, with old souls running around with fairies.

Well, actually, probably not.  Auntie Lucuma says I have a very active imagination.

“Cici, don’t wander off, please.  We’re here to visit your parents.”

Auntie Lucuma pressed a hand to my shoulder to steer me in the right direction, and I quietly complied.  She was right, I could always come back and talk to the ghosts another time.

We reached the far point of the cemetary, where Mama and Daddy were buried.  Auntie Lucuma made sure that there were always fresh flowers and candles there, so we could let them know that we still care about them.  Today was no different as I set down a new vase of flowers for my mama, and watched as Auntie Lucuma set down a strange looking bottle next to daddy’s as I set my letter near the vase I had just put down.

“What’s that?”

Auntie Lucuma smiled, but it was a sad smile.  It was always like that when we came here.  “Your daddy would appreciate a drink every now and again.”

She laughed a little bit, but the humor was lost on me.  It didn’t look like any other normal drink, but I knew better than to keep asking.  I never really liked seeing Auntie Lucuma cry.

The wind blew softly as we visited, carrying whispers of lost souls and fairy wings beating in the moonlight.  We never visited during the day, but I never really questioned that, either.

I stood up, wanted to visit everyone else, too.

“Where are you going?”  Auntie Lucuma said, looking up at me.  She was crouched down between Mama and Daddy’s graves, talking to them both.

I shrugged.  “I think there are other lonely people here that I want to talk to.”

She pressed her lips into a hard line but allowed it anyways.  “Alright, but don’t stray too far.  It’s dark out.”

I nodded before skipping towards more graves, noting the pretty flowers that seemed to lay everywhere.  Blue, purple, yellow, red.  So many pretty colors brought together through so much sadness.  It’s a shame.

Tripping over a stray stone brought me back to the world, and I fell right down and skinned my knee.  “Ow,” I whined, watching the scarlet droplets begin to pool on my kneecap.  “Auntie, I fell!”

I looked up and around, waiting for her reply, but it didn’t come.  Actually, now that I was looking, none of this looked very familiar.  My stomach began to feel weird as more time went on.  Where did she go?”

“You look a little lost,” a gentle voice said, scaring me.  I let out a small squeak as a man appeared from behind some bushes, and inched away from him.  “Don’t worry, little one, I don’t bite.  Are you alone?”

I just stared at him.  Auntie said I shouldn’t talk to strangers, even if this one seemed nice.  “I’m not supposed to talk to weird people.”

“Weird?”  He frowned.  “What makes me weird?”

I eyed him and stood up.  “You have strange markings on your arm.”

“And you’re wearing strange boots.  Are you weird?”

Now I was frowning.  I quite liked my boots.

The man laughed and returned to smiling.  “Where are your parents?”

“I don’t have any parents,” I said suddenly, my eyes feeling kinda funny.  “It’s just me and my Auntie here.”

The strange man frowned again.  “You’ve never met your parents?”

I looked away from him.  “They’re dead.”

He came closer to me, but I wasn’t as scared as before.  Actually, I was beginning to feel a bit calmer.  “My name is Boris,” the man said.  “What’s your name?”

“Cicely,”  I said.  Now that he was closer, I could see that he was wearing weird clothes, and had a strange flower on his eye.  “I’m Cicely Rose.”

“Well Cicely, I have an offer for you.”

I simply watched him as my reply.  He seemed to pick up on that and went along with it.  “I can make it so you can dream about your parents every night.”

My heart beat rapidly as I met his eyes.  “How?”

He smiled down at me.  “You just have to agree to a deal with me.”

I nodded quickly.  “Okay, what kind of deal?”

He tapped my knee, and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. Like magic. “When you’re old enough, you’ll belong to me.  And you’re going to have to give something up in return for now.”

I beamed at him.  “Anything.”

He gave me one last smile before placing his hands over my eyes, causing my eyelids to flutter closed.  I felt my own smile grow.  I could finally meet my parents!  And in my dreams, we could do anything together.  We could have fun.  We could love each other.

It took me a few minutes to realize that Boris was gone, and I heard Auntie Lucuma screaming my name from some place.  I tried to open my eyes to look for her, but they weren’t working.  I even touched my eyelids to make sure that they were open. Strange.

It would take me even longer to realize that I was now blind.

*~*~*

Cicely!

Have any of you ever played Ib?  I’m pretty sure that’s where I derived the idea of this generation from, but otherwise the classic story this generation is based on is The Legend of Sleepy Hallow.

This is the only chapter that currently has screenshots BUT I will be working on the next few asap.  You’re all so lovely and patient.

-Haley

update and some other stuff

hi,

so sterling’s generation is FINALLY over, and we’re moving on to cicely’s.  i’m trying to prewrite most of her generation so all i have to do is go in and take pictures and maybe have some sort of regular update schedule, but that’s never happened before and isn’t really my style so we’ll see lol.

so i’m also working on something that may or may not go anywhere over here that is super under construction but HEY it’s a sims 4 project so it’s new territory for me!!! wow!!!

anyways, here’s some cuteness for you.  Summer and her husband Plum had a beautiful baby who looks like a carrot idk ❤ pacific’s eyes are still going strong from generation two lol.

and here’s some pics i took for cicely

the new banner over at the forums

and cicely’s actual banner/signature thing

soooo…yeah.  some stuff happening.  i’m also trying to juggle three jobs and some stuff for an apartment for when i go back to school, so i really apologize if this stuff is slow going.  hopefully it won’t take me like three years to finish cicely’s generation lmao.

also, make sure you’re reading Arrowleaf’s Landon Legacy and Callie’s Lilac Legacy.

and last but not least, i placed first in may’s monthly simlit challenge!  i’m so happy everyone liked absolution. ❤

again, thank you for all of your support.  you’re all so kind and patient and make this all so worth it.

-Haley

Meet Cicely Rose ♥

Mama,

When I was younger, I wasn’t afraid of anything.  I didn’t have the slightest fear of dying, and if I did, it wasn’t anything big, or special, it just was. I didn’t have dreams of the outside world, has no desire to exist with the rest of humanity. But then I met a certain person, and suddenly, that’s all changed.  And now I don’t know which direction I’m going.

I don’t know if I’m afraid to die, but I know I’m afraid of not living.

Cicely grew up hidden from the world, the public vaguely aware of her existence.  With the help of her Aunt Lucuma, she came to be a lovely and well-behaved young lady who never had the desire to leave the comfort of everything she has always known.  But a chance encounter with a strange individual with glowing eyes changes her life, and the temptation of the unknown becomes increasingly harder to ignore…

As her dreams of a perfect life persist, reality seems to shift.

The generation song is probably going to be this.  Who knows though.

This generation would be considerably lighter than Sterling’s, I think.  I think we’re all sick of heartbreak lol and being in Sterling’s headspace is weird to say the least. RIP tho I love you Sterly. ❤

There’s probably still going to be depressing stuff because y’all know me.  But I guess this all depends on if you guys want me to continue?  Or was Sterling enough?

Love you guys always,

-Haley