I’m going through all my chapters resizing every single picture, re-uploading and swapping them into the pages. This should free up SO MUCH SPACE and also make it easier for people to read. Might take a while, but I’ll delete this post once it’s done 🙂 You may get a couple of chapters whilst I’m doing it – I need to do something to keep the creativity going!
Chapters done: 1 – 12. And 19 onwards.
I can’t believe I started writing Simlit one whole year ago – it was one of the best decisions I ever made.
“This can’t be in Simlish,” Shea said, pouting as she scanned the page once again. “Are you sure I’ve got the right book?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s just a bit more… technical than you’re used to,” Mal said as Lor peered over his shoulder at the page.
“I dunno. This looks pretty odd to me.” Lor squinted at the words, mouthing them silently as he read. “I don’t know what half of this means.”
Malik smiled up at him. “It’s Art History, love.”
“Ah, that explains it,” Lor said as he grinned at his daughter. “I failed that one.”
Slight content warning: Creeper alert. More details here. Nothing explicit.
“She’s learning, Leo, we just have to be patient.”
Lyra winced as the sounds got progressively more out of tune. She hadn’t thought it possible, but somehow Shea seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. She looked over at Leo, taking in the way his hands were clenched around his phone. If he kept that up, it would probably be broken soon.
So… I’VE FINISHED MY COURSE! 😀
I’m shattered, but it’s done 🙂 I’m doing a nice lot of screenshotting, so normal chapter-schedules should hopefully be up and running by next weekend 🙂 Thank you so much for all your patience!
Shea smiled sleepily into her pillow. It was finally here! She rolled over and grinned up at the ceiling.
“Happy birthday to me~”
She slid off of the mattress and onto her knees before pressing her cheek to the ground, peering into the space underneath the bed. A vague shape caught her eye as she adjusted to the darkness, and she reached out towards it. She’d been saving it for a special occasion, and this certainly qualified.
Sorry for the massive wait between chapters – I’m at the end of my Open Uni course and I’m swamped with work – I barely have time to sleep, let alone play anything (and when I do, it’s normally only something short like my Drfiter challenge). I promise that normal stories will resume once this is over, but thank you or bearing with me 🙂
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Ellie said, forcing the handle of the wrench downwards once more, just to be certain. She couldn’t risk the navigation system coming loose during flight. This would be the furthest she’d ever flown – even without the portal covering most of the distance.
“I’m certain. I wouldn’t let you do this if I weren’t. Steve and I have gone over the calculations more times than I can remember – this will work, Ellie. That is, if you still want to do this?” Lor looked over at her, frowning slightly. “You can back out, you know? It’s not too late.”
Al was more nervous than he had ever been in his life.
Actually, that was a lie. He’d been afraid of everything once – so deeply, completely afraid that it had been nearly impossible for him to function outside of the house. This wasn’t anything like the nerves that had built up at the mere thought of others seeing him all those years ago. This was… different. This time he worried for reasons outside of himself. He loved Yaritza, and it was for her sake that he hoped her family would like him.
Hey everyone! 🙂 I’m working on the next chapter of the legacy, but I got tagged in this by Cece and it looked like a lot of fun, so here we go =p