You want a romace story, eh? Use my idea! It's based on my life. I was going to write it but, I have lost interset.

It starts with a teen girl and boy at a grave site. Their baby grave site. he says something mushy like "I'll always love you." after an embrace the teens go their separte ways forced apart by their parents. He marries another woman never going to college and becomes a cop in their home town. She moves to ______ (you fill in) and becomes a very sucessful ______...
19 years pass and a case file lands on his desk, he now a detective must find out the true about the death of 12 babies born to teens all born at ______ hostipal all within 2 years of each other. These babies other wise perfectly healthy died under strange cirustands, one of them his own.
Now he must call upon an old the girl to help him figure out what happen to their baby and the other babies.

Possiable names

Male lead: Valen (VAIL en)
Female Lead: Esther
Baby: (he was a boy) Dylan.... named after bob dylan, yes you can make puns about it.

why thank you Bambi121!

I'm writing chapter 6 right now.............. But it's still in rough draft form aka doodles on paper, it probalby be up by the weekend....

Thanks agian.... I love hearing from people!

finally! *jumps in happiness* I love your story!:worship:

Chapter 5

Paulie sat in chair at his desk at his station. Since the firing of Matt, a month ago, Paulie hadn’t had a partner. Matt and Paulie had been partners and best friends since the sandbox. Now Paulie keep getting threatening letters from Matt, blaming for his problems. All week long the captain had been talking about “Stan the man”. Paulie had heard the rumors of “Stan the man”. That they had 97 percent undercover case closer rate, the highest in the country. ”. No one knew who “Stan the man” was. From all accounts they were a made up person. No one could point out “Stan the man”.  Capt. Calhoun won a bet from the Captain of vice and undercover and got “Stan the man”. That had made Paulie wonder if he had been Capt. Calhoun’s betting chip. The room was buzzing with noise, then all the sudden it got very quiet. Paulie looked up to see a beautiful woman enter the room. She smiled and flicked her hair.

She looked familiar but he couldn’t place the face. She walked to the Captain’s office. Her walk was perfect. Even the female officers wondered who she was. Detective Johnson joked “Capt.’s got a working girl!” Paulie stared him down.

Captain laughed loudly from his office. The woman had a flirtatious laugh. Johnson said “See Paulie, she is.” As he said that the door opened and the woman walked out. “I’m what?” She smiled, her teeth were perfect. She picked up a box that had been sitting in the corner for a week and put on Matt’s desk. All the guys checked out her butt, “Nice.” Said Oft. Lanier.  “Careful,” she said. “I just might have to kick your ass for that.” Then she turned to Paulie and said. “Hello Paul, I’m Stanloe.” Paulie was uneasy at first but then shook her hand and said “Call me Paulie. Are you my new partner?”  Capt. Calhoun came out of his office and said, “Yes she is. Everyone, this is “Stan the Man” DeVaux. She’ll be Paulie’s new partner. Be nice everyone, she kicked my butt in kick boxing.” He laughed and returned to his office. Stanloe turned to Paulie and said “It’s six. You want to quit for the day and grab a beer? My uncle owns this low life bar, but he’s got amazing imported beer. And it’s free, well at least for me and my guests.” “Um… okay. Let me call my wife and tell her that I’ll be home late.” “A married man? Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.”
   
   I think I’m going to go crazy! Maddie thought. It had been years since she had dealt with fighting kids. Kids are hard. But when one is a female teenager who just had been kicked out of her “normal” life and the other was a boy who had been in a coma for the last five years. They fought like cats and dogs. Annie was having a hard time adjusting at her new private school and at home. She hid in her room with her diary. Maddie had tried to get to know her. She took her on a shopping spree for new clothes and shoes and anything Annie said “Oh, that’s cute.” Maddie took Toby the store separately and they bought a lot of stuff too. Maddie was trying to get Annie to stop calling her Mrs. Burt, with little success. When dinner time came around, they wouldn’t eat any of it! She had worked her way thru French classics and American health food and was now on American heavily processed frozen food. Tonight it was fish sticks. And once again they wouldn’t eat it. Maddie was 5 months pregnant and her back hurt like hell and she hadn’t been around teens or kids that she could threaten serious academic punishment and her only other experience with teens was with Hayden who was never any trouble. She suddenly snapped. “You’ll eat this, or you’re not eating anything!” She had been taking them out to eat when they wouldn’t eat what she made. “You’re kidding right?” Annie said defiantly. And Toby said “This junk? I’m not eating it at all!” Maddie picked up their plates and locked the pantry and the refrigerator, and said “He who is with out sin, be the first to condemn. And you all have sinned by not honoring your mother.” Maddie went up stairs and went to bed. Annie turned to Toby and said “Look what you did!” “Me?” Toby asked “I didn’t do anything! It was all you.” They both tried to open the locks, but both failed. They went to their rooms and went to bed, hungry.

At the bar Paulie was drinking a club soda; Stanloe was drinking a strawberry daiquiri. She was trying to lose control, and he was trying to stay in control. She had confessed that she had a teen daughter who had two kids. And that the father was another teen loser who was married and had four other kids. Her daughter’s father was some big shot construction business man. Stanloe had only known him for a week when she got pregnant. Paulie knew she was pretty wasted. He told the bar tender to cut her off when she went to the ladies room.

 He said, “Boss says give her and her friends all they want.” Paulie looked at his watch. It was 11:47. He had to get home. He knew that he couldn’t let Stanloe drive like that. She still hadn’t come back from the restroom.

He decided to go knock on the door. As he knocked a male voice said “Don’t come in!” Stanloe said “Why he can see us?” Paulie realized they were having sex. He just said “Stanloe, you need a ride home?” She replied “Yeah that be nice, I’ll be out in a minute.” It took 15 minutes. She came out and they went to Paulie’s car. She at first directed them to a cheap motel, but Paulie told her it wasn’t happening. She looked like that was the first time she had been said no to. So she correctly directed him to her house. He waited till she went inside then he drove home. It was one am. As he pulled in he noticed someone at one of the windows. The person didn’t notice him. They were too intent on this window. Annie’s window. Paulie snuck up on this person and pulled his gun and said “Police, freeze!” The person was smart enough to get against the wall. Paulie patted him down. No weapons. He took this person to where there was enough light to see his face. It was a teenager. A slobby one at that. His clothes where covered in dirt and grease. He said “Dude, look I was only talking to Annie. Nothing else!” Paulie put his gun away. And said “Why are you looking for my daughter?” “She’s my best friend, after what happened and a month I just wanted to see her.” Paulie sighed. He knew this feeling; for once he was a teenager. “Go home, come back in on Saturday. When it’s light!” When he entered the house, Annie was fuming. “Why’d you do that?” Paulie knew she had never had anyone look out for her so he tried to explain it. “Some random person at my window at 1 am. What am I to think?” Annie just stormed off. Paulie headed to bed and another night passed.


End of Chapter 5

you can read my story about lilith & her daughter it's called Forever Starts today

Chapter 2

Vivian couldn’t hold back the tears. “Wasn’t clear that you were to ONLY play songs from your knew album?” Isabella stood over her terrified daughter. “I raised you to do ONLY as you’re told. Look at yourself.” Isabella forced Vivian’s face into a mirror. “All mine. I paid for that nose that jawbone, eyes, cheek bones. Be grateful! I made you and I will destroy you if need be!”

 Isabella threw her daughter’s face out of her hands. “I chose you. I can create a new you. And no one would notice. I’m sure Vienna would love some surgery to get rid of that ugly Monty face your father had. Go to sleep.” Isabella threw her empty wine glass at Vivian. Vivian held her head in her hands. Was she was just an artfical creature who made no difference on the world. It wouldn’t matter if I was dead? Vienna would just be the new me!

At one am Vivian arose. She slowly crept to the large, cold room where Vienna slept. I just need to know that she won’t replace me!  Vivian looked into the dark room. In the corner bed long black hair feel off the bed. Vivian quickly rush it. “Vienna?” She said quietly and shook the sleeping body. “What?” “Vienna, would you ever replace me?” “What?” Vienna sat up. The sisters hadn’t talked in months. “Who’s that?” Vienna said. “Vivi.” “Vivi? What are you doing here?” “Ena, she’d replace me with you. Would you do it?” “Of course not Vivi! No one could replace you. I can’t sing, I can’t cook, and you remember me at Bianca’s wedding, I can’t dance. I could do it if I tried. Mother told you this didn’t she? That woman. She’s a puttana!” “No! Mother isn’t a whore. She’s….just... a woman who happens to like to act stupid and make her daughter’s life a living hell…” Vivian began to cry. “Shh! They’ll hear you.” But it was too late. The lights ticked on and Isabella entered the room. At first she didn’t see Vivian but when she saw her, she grabbed her by her pajamas and dragged her out of that room. Vienna thought is this the last time I’ll see my twin?
Isabella pushed Vivian to the piano. “Play ‘Bridge over troubled waters’.” Vivian started. “Wrong key.” Isabella said as she slapped the back of Vivian’s head. “Again.” She would do this for hours. This was how Vivian learned the piano. “Because there’s “PAIN” in piano.” “Now with words.” Vivian quietly sang the song. “Louder!” Isabella screamed. But Vivian instead turned and said “Mother, are you drunk?” This pushed a button Vivian wished she hadn’t. “Drunk? Me? No! But you’re the one who’s going to pay for that.” Isabella pushed Vivian’s head into the piano. She was drunk, so drunk that she laughed when blood dripped from the piano. “See now? There is pain in piano!” She cackled and left. Vivian was heavily bleeding and feeling woozy. In that state she did something she normal wouldn’t. She called 911.

“9-1-1 what is your emergency?”
“Mama just… Mama just…”
“Mam’ what’s wrong?”
“Mama just… I think I’m dying. Could you send someone? Does it hurt to die? Because what mama just did sure hurts….”
“Hello?”
“………………”
“I’m sending paramedics and police to your home!”


The paramedics arrived to find Vivian near the telephone unconscious. The blood was everywhere. They had had to break down the door when they heard her moaning. The maids were trying to clean up the blood, but not help Vivian. That’s when the police arrived and stopped them from ruining a crime scene. The media got wind of this soon enough and photographer and reporters all rushed to the scene in time to catch pictures of Vivian with bandages around her head and barely breath, her mother in hand cuffs, and her siblings coming out of the “Hell House” as it was dubbed by the media. It was the headline of every newspaper in the country. There were rumors. “Vivian died.” “Vivian did this to herself.” “This is all a publicity stunt.” “She’s on life support.” But only the family knew the truth. And it was…………………………..

End of Chapter 2
pics to come

it says when i have bool prop on
error:
"lot controler, drop down curtain"

Riverblossom hills, if you ask me, is a town filled with secerts....could she discover them and bring the town, once a thirving farming land and now a wasteland of nongrowth, back together?
Desiderta Valley is where everyone knows what their good at and pratice it till they become the best, but that creates Competition! Could she beat the best of the best in ______ (fill in here)
I'll help you start both of them....

Riverblossom Hills
After a long cold winter, Riverblossom hills citizens were getting ready for the planting season. Leod McGregor, a local farmer. Planted and planted, for months it seemed but nothing would grow. Across town in his green house Mr. O’Mackey was having the same problem………………………………………….till __________ saved the day!


Desiderata Valley
“Now entering city limits” the sign said. “I wonder if this will be home.” ______ said to herself as she drove up the main street. People in the town where out and about. There where people playing football and soccer, dancing and sing, she could smell the sweet smells coming from the bakery which a sign said “Cook off today”……………………..”I did it?” _____ said with surprise. “You won!”

NO NO! A story is all about your feelings! Who cares if other motherpoopers put you down! Write my friend, write! It's a really good story! If you need help with ideas ask me, I'll help! Pick that story up where you left off!
idea 1: does he teach the kids something new like how to stand up for themsevles?
Idea 2: Does the mother get a raise and they buy a better ________ (you fill it in here)
Idea 3: Does he and the mother fall in love?
Idea 4: MAKE IT UP AS YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In this world theres always going to be somebody who doesn't like you, your ideas, or your hair or anything that's not their "way". But for every 1 of those people there are ten other peolple who like you for you! They like your hair, your ideas, and your story!!!!!!! Look at those comments, LOOK!!!! most of them are nice comments! Everyone does like your story! I do too! So where does the story 'Knox' go next? Keep write writting my story friend! Write on!
dr.e

good job on part 2!

uh.. thanks

thanks...the over bearing omther is based off my mother...

i'm not quite sure what your asking....butn you could make her selectable...... but typical if you want to play with a person on another lot you have to go to that lot...does that help?

oh but there is! If you have bv and all hacks turned off you can boolprop your way into a full time maid, massuase and bell boy (why you'd need a bell boy don't know)

Vivian Monty had the perfect life. At just fifteen she was already well known for her musical, cooking, dancing, singing and perfect body. Everybody in Verona knew her. She was “Miss Perfect”. She was rich. Had five full time maids, two masseuses, and one butler who carter to her every need. If she had trouble sleeping in her plush California king canopy bed, rumor had it, that her butler would sing her to sleep. She had thirteen other siblings, eight of whom lived with and her mother in cramped sleeping quarters along with the maids. That was because, well, Vivian was “mother’s favorite”. Mother, or Isabella Monty, was a self serving conniving elderly woman. She was already a great grand mother when she had her last child 13 years ago. But her husband, Patrizio left her for his temporary secretary at his big construction “business”. It was not a construction business. It was in a way one, but it was more like the mafia. To get back at her husband for cheating on her 13 years ago she got pregnant by his rival, Consort Capp, and made her husband believe that the baby was his. That was until the baby came out as white as the walls on his Italian villa. He left with the secretary when Vivian was two. She hadn’t seen her father for a while. He just showed up at her sold out concerts and whisked her away for the night, and for a while it really felt like that one time he would really take her away from Mother. But he never did. She always got dropped off at 7am at Mother’s house. He says before his limo would drive off into the morning light “Viv, never trust your mother. Take care kid.” Vivian always replied as his limo drove off. “And never trust your father.”

Tonight was a big night in the Monty household. Maids would clean for hours, Isabella would scold their methods. Mother always said “These lousy ‘helps’”. “Helps” were not to be addressed by their name. There was “Lucile”, the main maid who’s real name was Julia. “Anthony”, the male maid, whose real name was never bother to be learned. “Sullivan”, the butler, whose real name just happen to be Sullivan. “Gavin” the male masseuse. “Nicolai” the female masseuse. Sonya, Vivian’s personal assistant but more like mother. And the rest? The rest where just “helps”. But they all prepared for the night. It was the pre-premier of Vivian’s new record. Only family friends and “show” people were invited. Vivian’s last record went triple platinum. They hoped to go Quattro platinum this time.




Vivian was cooking the meal herself. After all she wrote a cook book at age eleven. “The lobster only cooks for an hour” Isabella scolded one of the “helps”. “How long has it been in there?” The poor man looked sad, just the face they all got when they knew they were going to be fired. “One hour.” Vivian jumped in.



That “helps” was Marco. Macro’s wife had just had a baby girl. He needed the money. “Oh.” Isabella looked startled that Vivian even could speak with out her. “Vivian care on.” Isabella said as she went to go get ready. I should probably get ready soon. But the food will catch on fire if I’m not here. This was one of many of Isabella’s techniques to minimize her daughter’s independence. But Vivian left anyway. She got dress with Sonya’s help. Then she asked a question that startled Sonya.



“Does my mother control my life too much?” Sonya knew the answers. Yes, would keep Vivian’s trust and was the truth. And No, kept her job. “Oh, Miss Vivian, what will we do with you and your crazy questions?” Sonya chose the job. How many of them are lying to me? Vivian thought. She thought about her past. At age three her mother deiced to make her daughter a star. At age seven, plastic surgery. 2 hospitalizion for eating disorders. And a twin who never spoke to her. In fact none of her siblings talked to Vivian. They just glared at her. As if it were my fault they weren’t Mother’s favorite.


Vivian made her grand entrance to the party. She looked for a friendly face in the room. But all were “show” people and Mother’s friends. Vivian realized she had no friends. She didn’t go to school. Mother took care of that. She never had a boyfriend. Mother was all the company she needed. Her twin Vienna wasn’t even in the room. Vivian knew where she was. Hiding. With her other siblings. They hid while these things happen because “they aren’t as good as you.” Mother often said.



Slowly Vivian began to mingle with Heath Heartache, a famous teeny popper.


After Mother and her friends got a few cocktails in them they made Vivian play request. But instead of “Bridge over troubled water” Vivian began playing like she never played before.


She sang the blues for the first time. Her sweet melancholy song about never finding love or happiness with herself;


that she was making up as she went moved people to tears. After she was finished people stood up and clapped, all except Mother.


Who looked angry, she probably hated the song because she had not written it. But Vivian didn’t care. The she had finally over come mother in one way. What was next?