So, I abandoned Sims 4 for quite a while. I played off and on, but nothing really held my interest quite like Sims 3 (which is totally unplayable on my PC). Anyway, fast forward 4 years, and I’m writing again. It’s good to be back, actually. My new blog is A to Z Sims Stories. I decided to write more short fiction instead of doing a challenge or a legacy. It all stemmed from me playing through Strangerville and liking the story, but finding it a little weak. I figured I could flesh it out with a real narrative. I’ve been having some fun with it.
These are my two main characters, Zeberon Omega an alien from Sixam, and Ada Adamson, a spunky Sims scientist.
I’m planning to flesh out the stories for more of the Sims 4 content like Realm of Magic, Jungle Adventures, Island Living, and University. I’m hoping that the nature of writing a pure story with no challenge, will hold my interest. So far it’s working!
Even though Eve had been aware of what Charlotte and I were trying to accomplish for William, I found myself completely unable to tell her what had actually happened with our experiment.
Eve was pregnant again. Peter was upstairs in his crib babbling away—I could hear him on the baby monitor. He was supposed to be napping, the little scamp, but he rarely napped like a normal toddler should. How was I going to break it to Eve that my brother was going to come live with us and that he was actually not a grown man but a 11 year old boy?
Months have passed since I found out only master chefs can make Ambrosia. I am a better cook since then, but I’m still no closer to successfully making the dish.
The problem is that I am not a real chef, and honestly, I don’t know what exactly it takes to be considered a “master”. Also, even if I do achieve master status, I still don’t know the recipe for combining Life Fruit and Death Fish to make Ambrosia. I know that I can experiment and hope to stumble upon the correct combination, but it would take so much more time than I feel like I have.
I watch leaves fall outside my kitchen window and it feels like each one is a tick on an invisible clock counting down. William keeps saying he’s fine with staying a ghost. I don’t know if I believe him. It feels like he’s giving up, and that worries me.
So today I took a break from cooking another exotic dish and headed out to get the mail. Normally, I rarely bothered to do this. Tiffany usually picked it up after she got off work, but I happened to be watching as the mailman opened our box and deposited the various letters and bills we might have. I saw him stuff a particularly large package inside.
It was a mysterious white package with my name on it. Oddly, it had no address, return or otherwise, just my name. I stood there looking at the elegant-looking letters that spelled out “Charlotte Fields”. I felt the package and shook it a little. It didn’t feel like a bomb or anything particularly dangerous.
Actually it felt like a book.
William said that he met the Grim Reaper. No shit. The real deal, according to William.
“I know it sounds crazy,” he told me, “but if there are ghosts, doesn’t it follow that there’s a Grim Reaper, too?”
“How the hell would I know?” I shrugged. In our business you tend not to be skeptical of much. I had never seen the Reaper myself, but who was I to deny that he existed.
According to William, he was investigating some “angry spirits” reported in one of the nicer homes in Twinbrook. Apparently one of the older residents of the home was scared so badly that he up and died. Thus the Grim Reaper came and took the guy’s soul.
“And then he stopped to chat with me,” William said, shaking his head in disbelief. “He shook my hand.”
“It’s true! And then he told me that I needed to be careful of what I wished for. He said we were nearing the end of our quest, but I might not like the results as much as I thought. He said I needed to be sure I really wanted to be a living person again.”
“Well why wouldn’t you?”