5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
AxelVal:
Thank you, Elven. I wonder if I even saved the lot with her born. Doubt it...
Oh well.
Dylan is next, as stated before, but the big news now:
I'm going to start writing tomorrow! I'm out spending the night with y great-grandmother every other friday (tomorrow is one of those nights) and I will be cut off from my DVR and all internet access.
So I'm taking a laptop and I'm writing stuff about Dylan Windsor-Lusaka!!
Besides that, I'll be at Stanford University in California for a summer program so I may have some time when I'm not in class, studying, or doing the other activities they're talking about planning.
drsims:
love the story but the coments are so long to read ,could they be a little shoter..but let me know i would like to see more ..cool
AxelVal:
drsims: Thank you. I'm not sure what you mean by the comments making it long to read though.
You're in luck if you want to see more! I'm already about half-way through Dylan's story!
If I keep going at this pace I won't be playing my sims this weekend, instead I'll be taking all the pictures I need for her story. Then I can do little weekly updates like I do with my personal picture thread.
Check it out by the way.
Rayen and Hari ended up having chemistry so I put them together *grin*. They should have kids the next time I play them.
Crescentia and Terenti are both married to townies with multiple children of their own. They each have three I'm pretty sure.
Myles is paired up with someone, Corbin is at college, Dylan and Shayn just became adults so they'll be going in next time. Maybe getting married or engaged or something.
ETA: [singsong] Finished!!! [/singsong]
AxelVal:
Holy cow....
How could I have let it get so out of hand? How could it come out to this?
I can answer those stupid questions all by my stupid self.
My name’s Dylan Lusaka, and here’s my sob-story.
I graduated online college with a degree in criminal justice and after a year I got a steady-enough job to move out on my own. Just a little studio apartment but I loved it all the same. I adored the freedom I got for the first time at twenty-five instead of nineteen or eighteen like most others do.
That job was with a law firm just outside town. The first one in Corrin County actually. All the others before were at least two hours away. It’s a big reason no one ever sued anyone else in Corrin. I’m glad just because a firm was nearby that didn’t change. We’re a pretty close town I guess.
There weren’t too many others there that I knew. A few people whose names I recognized from class, but nothing other than that.
But that’s beside the point. The real point I’m getting at is that the firm never really grew beyond the originators, I’m pretty sure it closed down recently actually. One night, as a celebration for something, a small bunch of us went out for drinks.
I was the designated driver with another lady from my section of the firm as the second. There weren’t many people out drinking despite it being Friday afternoon and we basically had the bar itself to ourselves. We were having fun, telling jokes and stories, making fun of people who were out of earshot, you know.
Then, he showed up. In walked a tall man in a dark coat and my eyes didn’t leave him. I wasn’t drunk of course, but it felt like I was when his eyes connected with mine. It was amazing beyond anything I’d ever felt before.
He took a seat five or so down from me and ordered two of the same drinks. When they arrived, he patted the seat beside him without looking up. Just took a drink of one and patted beside him. I was entranced.
I moved down to sit with him and took the other drink. I’d been watching him since he ordered it so I knew it wasn’t drugged at least. My friends stared for a few moments before giggling and whispering behind their hands.
“Let them talk,” he murmured to me. “What’s your name?” He looked at me and all I saw was dark blue, his eyes sucked me in.
“Dylan,” I finally said. “Dylan Lusaka.”
“Pleasure to meet you Dylan Lusaka. I’m Dustin Marconi.”
We shook hands and the night went great from there on. I don’t know what drink he ordered me but I got several more of the same and the conversation was so scattered I can’t remember what it was about, but it was enough to get me to agree to a second, or first depending on how you look at it, date.
Five months later we were sending out invitations to our wedding.
It was beautiful, even if only my family attended. Dustin explained to me that he had been disowned years ago for siding with his friends during an argument that his parents were on the other side of.
It was a great setting. The city park. A gazebo had been erected not long before and we were the first to use it for such purposes. Like I said, beautiful.
We moved me out of the apartment and in with him. Just a small, almost starter home, with more than enough room for expansion than we thought we’d need. We loved being together and our lives apart, which I think is what kept us together as long as it did.
Many tries and three years later I was finally pregnant. We had some severe trials along the way, not to mention all the trouble we had just getting there in the first place. Twice I had to spend a week in the hospital because of almost miscarrying, but thanks to someone or thing’s grace we made it to full term.
A little girl, the most precious thing in the world to me. Catherin Delila we named her, Catherin Delila Marconi.
She was my light. Then five years later, and again with some hard times getting there, we repeated the process. Another girl.
This one was deemed Staci Theresa. Another little bright spot to light our paths.
Then the fight. Staci was about four when it happened, making Cathy nine, Dustin was thirty-five and I was thirty-three. Neither of us knows what set it off or what kept it going. I think it was a build up of stress on both our parts. I had quit my job, which hadn’t gone anywhere it ten years, and he was fairly high up on the job-ladder at his business. It was harsh on both of us, as we learned the hard way.
Eventually, I suggested taking some time off from each other. Dustin agreed and I decided that since it was his house I had moved into, I could find someone else to crash with for a week or so. He opposed at first, saying I should stay with the girls but eventually he agreed to taking some time off work to be with them and to de-stress.
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Short chapters because it's a short story.
I enjoyed writing it though. Had fun taking pictures too.
Enjoy!
drsims:
thanks for every thing...
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