LAST Sim Life

A view of the neighborhood from their house.

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Plants growing in the garden

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Journalist!Val on the computer while Ellis paints.

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More Val and Ellis pics - there's way too many to put in just one post. This is what I get for not uploading my pics for a while.


It's time for everyone's favorite show - cooking with Ellis!

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At the beach - Val picking apples and Ellis grilling

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Harold the Trout - Val's pet fish:



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Val is on the internets:



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Val calls Ellis to ask him on a date


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( Val goes to college... )

This is the all Ellis post! He went down to the recording studio and entered a dance contest...




( Ellis love )

( Whole bunch this way.... )

I am in a picture taking mood, can you tell?


Val and Ellis playing a video game


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Hans and Metody sleeping



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Yes, I used Sims 2 to model some pictures of the characters for their bios. You can find the novel-to-be and the bios at summerslast


Here are some extra shots from that:



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( In which Juice and Kyle go on vacation, and bring home a new family member... )

A cat is a poor substitute for a child, Arthur thought. It had been six years since their son was abducted. They no longer spoke of Bobby, but his memory was everywhere. A ghost in the sterile house that Marissa tried to cleanse. The dog - Bobby's dog- whined for attention, but Arthur didn't turn around. He stared out the window at the tire swing where his son used to play. The rope was frayed.Soon the tire would fall, but he couldn't bring himself to tear it down.

"I miss him," no one said aloud, but all four nonetheless felt.

Word count: 100

(100 word picture prompt drabble challenge from simstorytellers

Lincoln's Log, Simdate 4/17/08:
My trip to Desiderata Valley was uneventful, and the cruiser dropped me off without incident. I am anxious to begin my studies at Desiderta Community College. In order to assimilate myself within the local population, I have altered my appearance to match one of their local folk heroes. Our research shows that Mr. Lincoln is a respected figure- his portrait even appears on their currency. He is known to be honest, kind, and fair to all people. This is the man I would most like to emulate to earn their trust.

I also feel an affinity for Mr. Lincoln because his nickname, Abe, is the same as the initials for my name, Akrominious Bertraln Exclavaika. For the purpose of making this log easier for earthsim-eyes to read, I shall henceforth refer to myself as A.B.E.

( On a mission... to attend college! )

(Drabble for simstorytellers. 200 words about Death )



Don't fear the Reaper.. baby, take my hand..

My mind is playing this song in an endless loop as I stare at the being before me. My soul shivers, my hands tremble.

Choose one.

He does not speak the words out loud, but they resonate in my head. His bony fingers clench into fists.

One hand life, the other...

Fifty fifty. I've never been a betting man - and I never thought I'd face my damnation with these kind of odds.

Don't fear the Reaper...

Death is Patient. He has, after all, an eternity. He waits, still as a statue. The tremble spreads down through my body. The wind whips lightly through the trees, and carries with it the scent of dry earth and overripe flesh.

I reach towards the right hand. My fingers hover above his grim fist, do not touch. Minutes seem like years. I switch, sudden, to the left. Left - it might be left. Or .. .right. Or...

I draw my hand back, extend my middle finger. I won't go down through random chance. I won't go down! I won't choose!

He does not move. Does not react.

Choose one

Death is Patient. He has, after all, an eternity.