A blog for my builds featured/to be featured in my stories! I’m gonna be going back through some older builds as well. I pretty much got fed up of the gallery previews (bad lighting, blurry…). This shows what they’ll look like in game! I’m still setting up the page so it looks a bit plain, […]
“And now, back to the studio.”
“Thanks, Jim,” the anchorman said, turning to his guest. “Well, I don’t think any of us were expecting her to be released so soon.”
“You’re right about that,” the man said, grimacing. His body was glowing a soft, rippling red. “If I had my way, she’d be locked up for good. “
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.”