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Fancy and Willow
 We all search for something to make ourselves better. We all have our flaws, I suppose. Some flaws are easier to deal with than others.
 Some of us are over-weight, some of us wish we were a social butterfly, some of us just want everyone to like them.
These flaws are only temporary, something you have control over in some way. You can always lose weight, you may some day come out of your cacoon, and some of us will finally realize that it's impossible to make 'everyone' like you.
 But some flaws are more... permanent. 
 My flaw is something I have to struggle with on a daily basis. I avoid mirrors, spagetti straps, and shower with my eyes closed tight. I hate seeing what I am and dream of what I could have been. Though sometimes I believe I would be a completely different person than I am today, I also sometimes believe that I would trade anything for another chance. A chance to change things with the knowledge of who I would become. This is what I define as Hopeless. 

Losing Battle
Fancy and Willow
 I can feel myself falling deep down under the mask of society. Being pulled in despite all of my efforts, I can not seem to get away from those who want nothing but destruction. 
 I hold on to everything I possibly can but my fingers slip as the pull becomes too great. I worry that I will drown in this pool of maddness and become a part of it's being. 
  Is there nothing I can do to save myself?

My Line of Logic
Fancy and Willow
 I fear the downfall of our society will be brought on by the same ones who build civilization. The level of IQ in our presidents become lower and lower as time passes on, and I can not honestly tell you why. Perhaps most of America has lost it's values, or even lost sight of the reason why and how we became America. In truth, my opinion is that America has always wanted more and more, no matter the price or the concequences. But this fails to explain why we have morons running for president this year. I am beginning to believe that perhaps one day, America will change its views and even become something entirely different than what it was or meant to be. Maybe it already has, who am I to say? 
  Every election is the same, people choosing who they believe to be the right person to run our country. But sadly, we are no longer allowed the option of choosing someone who will do just that. We continue to sink in this pit that was once a great country. As the years go by, the people begin to rely more on technology and less on their instincts and eachother. What are we to do when the inevitable occurs and America becomes no longer? It might or might not happen in this generation or even hundreds of years from now, but it is the only place I see this stinkpit unless something changes. One man can make a difference, it is only possible if that man is in a position to make that change. 
  I am not ungrateful for my freedom or my rights, but this "paradise" is slowly becoming a wasteland where one day these things may not matter or even exist. 

Bright Night
Fancy and Willow

Dancing, snow, glitter…

A prompt by Felicia Mace
By Willow Tipton

 There was just something so beautiful about the sky at night; the stars seemed brighter now for some reason. The cold bit at my skin and I could only pull tighter on the thick coat that almost seemed to engulf my small frame. The fabric didn’t do much to keep me warm but I took what I could get.

               The air fogged up in front of me, my warm breath contrasting greatly with the cold winter air. I closed my eyes only for a moment, just enjoying the moment when I feel something light fall onto my cheek. The contact surprised me and I opened my eyes, looking up at the sky that seemed to be changing colors. It was a moment before I realized what was happening.

               Though I was almost freezing and had no reason in particular to be happy, I smiled. The snow almost seemed to be alive; it sparkled even as it fell. They looked like tiny falling stars that gathered on the ground. The moment seemed so rare and beautiful. I have never seen snow look so unique.

               I couldn’t quite figure out the feeling the coursed through my body, surely caused by the falling snow. I only knew that one moment I was standing and enjoying the snow, and the next, I was spinning. Still looking to the sky, I could only twist and turn and… dance. The snow made me so happy that I was dancing.

               I could almost hear the snowflakes singing to me as they neared the ground, singing some sort of lullaby. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard and I wanted nothing more than to listen to the snow forever.

               Lost in my moment of bliss, I failed to see the flashing light that appeared. I heard a sound that seemed out of tune for the melody but I ignored it, only content on listening and watching the sky fall. But it was then that I realized that I was the one who was falling. The sky blurred into one, and I could no longer make out the individual snowflakes and soon, I couldn’t make out anything. It was okay though, I could still hear the melody. It seemed like nothing else mattered as the world went black.

In The Dark
Fancy and Willow

The Flashlight, Abandoned House, Flower

A prompt made by Allie Mace

By: Willow Tipton

               The air was cold and the night appeared darker than usual. I look up and noticed that there weren't any stars. It seemed a little odd considering I was walking on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Why you ask?  I'll tell you why.

               Ever since I was eight, I've been living in the streets and on the road. Surprisingly, my survival did not rely on pity and peoples' charity. I found it more dignifying to work odd jobs so I can actually eat in a restraunt instead of out of a garbage disposal. I enjoyed the rare nights that I was able to afford a run down hotel room for a good night's rest. But mainly, I keep on the move. Let's just say that foster homes were not my forte.

               I pulled the thin jacket tighter to my body, trying to keep myself from shivering but all was in vain for I couldn't even keep my teeth from chattering. My breath was visible, soon disappearing into the fog that surrounded me and seemed to go on for the rest of the path.

               Hearing the distant sound of a wolf howling was what made my decision to find shelter. It was unlikely that I was to find anything that would be of any use but I kept searching. It was like someone was watching over me as I spotted a small and run-down house sitting in the middle of a field.

               Pulling my jacket even tighter and my backpack closer, I made my way through the dark field. The grass was so high that I could feel it on my elbow as it fell behind me. It felt so soft and smooth against my skin, causing me to be confused. Stopping in my tracks, I take a moment to observe the soft petals that seemed to caress my skin. Squinting, I realize that I wasn't walking through a field of tall grass. I was walking through a field filled with over-grown daisies.

               I pick one off, surprised when I thought I heard the sound of a cry. Twirling the daisy in my hand, I observe to see if perhaps I wasn't hallucinating. Though, nothing about the flower seemed different than any other except it's unusually large petals.

               With the flower still in my hand, I continued stepping towards the house. Staring at the exterior of the place, I noticed the roof was partially caved in and the railing on the porch was beginning to fall apart. The first step up on the small set of stairs, I hear a loud creak ring out in the dead of night. Before I took the next step, I heard something shift. Looking around me, I don't see anything or anyone with me. Believing I was just being paranoid, I took the next step up and the same loud creak made its way out. Again, I heard something shift. I take the next step and the next, hearing the unbearable shriek of the wood beneath my feet as I went along. Finally reaching the top of the steps, I release a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding.

               I look around me, observing the broken rocking chair and the condition of the peeling paint of the house. I slowly turn, looking back at the field and see something that was beyond bizarre. The daisies; they were withered and dying, no longer looking up towards the sky like they were a moment ago. It was then that I realized that the flowers were what I was hearing shift as I took each step. It confused me, for how could simple steps devour the life of what was behind me?

               Curiosity getting the better of me, I turn to the door and move to open the door. The knob fell off instantly, leaving it in my hand. The rust and dust fell from it, scraping my hand as I wondered what to do now. I drop the knob and it was odd, for I did not hear the sound of it hit the porch. I look down and saw it there, so I must have just been distracted because surely it would have made a sound.

               Looking up at a sudden sound of rusty hinges, I see the door slowly creep open. It was almost like the house itself was inviting me in. But why? And how? A feeling inside made my skin tingle, it was almost like I was dreaming. Only in this dream, I can't tell if it's real or a nightmare.

               I came this far, though. There's no going back, no walking through the field of dead daisies. I take the first step inside, the fall of my footstep not making a sound. When my whole body was inside, I noticed then that there was not a single sound. I couldn't hear the wind, or the howl of a wolf or the coo of an owl. I couldn't even hear myself breathing, it was dead silent.

               Something caught my eye and I turn my head to see but it disappears behind a corner. Tempted once again by my curiousity, I follow. As I walked through the house, my steps did not make a sound. I couldn't even hear my own heart beating rapidly in my ears. It was like sound was numb, there was no such thing as disturbance here.

               Again, I catch the sight of something and follow it down the dark and creepy hallway. I reach the door at the very end, moving to open it; expecting the knob to fall off like the door prior but it turned in my hand and the door swung open easily. A small bright light blinded me, making it difficult to see anything.            

               The light was deliberately shining in my face, as it moved with me across the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" I cry out, not expecting an answer. The room began to quiver, and then shake violently as it seemed an earthquake would cause. I fell to my knees, trying to catch myself on anything I could get my hands on.

               I look up to the blinding light and it began to spin, as if it was a lighthouse. It fell to the floor slowly, like someone had slowed down time itself. The moment the light touch the floor, the room stopped shaking and I could hear the sound of my breathing slowly fading back into reality.

               Standing on shaky legs, I walk towards the light that shone towards the window. The light seemed to almost make the window seem bright, alive in a way as if I was in a fairy tale. Finally reaching the light, I realize what it was. Bending down, I pick up the small object and observe it. It was not like any other flashlight I had ever seen.

               It had no on and off switch. It vibrated in my hand as if it was actually alive and the light seemed to move as it's eyes. I look up and I almost dropped, the sight shocking me. The light shone through the window and what I saw was amazing. The night sky was now bright and sunny, the once dead daisies were now vibrant with color and the sight was almost as if I was imagining things.

               I shone the light off of the window and it returned to it's previous state. Dark, dead, and depressing. I shone the light back on it and again, it was bright and wonderful. I shone the light around the deserted and run down room and it was as if I wasn't even in the same room as before. The furniture looked new, the floors were upkept, paintings looked as if the paint was still drying.

               I walk out of the room and observe the rest of the house. It seemed that everything I shone the light on came back to life, like someone still lived here and cared. I was astounded to say the least, unsure of what I should do. The light was magnificent and extra-ordinary. What does one do with such a thing?

               A thought occured, and at first it seemed mad but as I have said before, my curiosity got the better of me. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I turned the flashlight around and soon the light was shining on me. The rays were warm and inviting, basking my skin.

               I open my eyes and see the light of the day, the sun shining down and the birds singing. Distracted by the beauty, I forgot about the light and dropped the flashlight. It amazed me for I had felt deaf earlier and so the sound of the flashlight crashing to the ground surprised me in the worst of ways. Suddenly, the sun disappeared the warm rays turns to ice cold fog.

               The air was cold and the night appeared darker than usual. I look up and noticed that there weren't any stars. It seemed a little odd considering I was walking on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Why you ask? I'll tell you why.

               Ever since I was eight....



From A Sims' POV
Fancy and Willow

 From A Sim’s View

               My name is Madonna. That’s because my Creator quite favors 80s music sung by strong female leaders. My Creator also appears to have no life because for the lifespan of me, my Creator always seems to be on my tail. It almost seems like the Creator controls my every move.

               I have a basic routine day that I have done ever since I started my career in Marine Biology. My life-time goal is to get to the top of my career but I also enjoy hobbies like making tea sets and working on the old piece of junk car that’s down in the garage of my one bedroom apartment.

               I don’t really remember much before I got here, really. I just showed up and the land lord told me to choose any apartment, as long as I could afford it. I knew that no matter what apartment I chose, that my Creator would take care of me. And I was right.

               Though sometimes I feel as if my career is all my Creator thinks about. It seems the Creator is always pushing me to study and make friends with my colleagues so I can move up quicker. I suppose I don’t really mind, seeing as my free will never really existed but I hope that some day I can just sit back, relax, and maybe have a garden to work on in my elderly years. Perhaps I’ll meet a nice guy and have children, but family really isn’t my aspiration. Knowledge, on the other hand, is more along my line of work.

               As I was saying before though, my life is fairly routine. I wake up around six, eat some breakfast if I feel hungry enough, take a quick shower since I couldn’t manage one yesterday after working on the car. I don’t really have much in this small and cramped apartment but to be honest, it could be worse. I sometimes wonder if I were the one in control of my budget, if I would have anything I really needed. My Creator pushes me to do better and one day, I’ll be the best and that day will be when I retire at the top of my career.

               My Creator looks out for me though. I know that the Creator seems harsh sometimes by never allowing me to talk to children because it’s a waste of time, or how I entertain myself with a chess table instead of investing in a pool table. I know that one day though, my Creator will let me have everything I want. Like a pool table.

               My Creator can be cruel sometimes, like being mean to the children in the rest of the apartment complex or by setting the stove on fire but I can only assume it’s to change things up in the game of life. I wouldn’t really know though, since I’m not a Creator. It would be strange though, if I were. It would be like inception. A life within a life, a Creator controlling another Creator. But if I were a Creator, I would be able to tell you why my Creator does strange things and causes fires or doesn’t keep the apartment clean.

               Well, I should probably get going. My Creator may control my life but the Creator doesn’t know what I type when they assign me to “write a novel”. They just title it, and then it goes into the bookshelf to never be read again.

The Fake History Lesson of Bombin'.
Fancy and Willow
Well... it all started back in WW2. Yes, I was there. I feel flattered by your admiration of my awesome but the lesson SHALL GO ON! Anyway, there was an attack on a small village (it's not in the textbooks... or anywhere else for that matter)
Yes, this village was called Wannashuttawookieup, and the people who lived there were all very peaceful and extremely jewish. So Hitler blew this village up with one bomb. There was only one survivor who proceeded to tell his tale throughout time, often known for saying the term "bomin' " to his listeners.
It's because he had a strange accent and people often mis-heard him when he was trying to say 'bombing'.
His name was Fargo Wetpants.
People also often mis-heard hims o his name as well, confused on why he was claiming that he wet his pants.

Conversations with Danny
Fancy and Willow
What's up?
Why are you yelling at me?
lol. I forgot to take caps lock off.
I'm a wierdo....
I can't type today...... So? How are you?
I could be better. I think I might be getting sick.
not good..... I will fly over there and take care of my Wifey!!! lol
Did you suddenly develope super powers once you left or....?
Yep! Sure did! I can fly and walk through walls. Oh! and I can shoot lasers from my eyes!
This is beginning to sound strangely like X-Men
Yeah. Well I am special.
Special Ed?
lol. How did you know!?
WE WENT TOGETHER! WE HAD BAKING CLASSES TOGETHER! I was the one who blew up the oven..
lol. We rock.

Conversations with Dona
Fancy and Willow
D.J. = Dona
Blacroses_340 = Me

D.J.: you have Danny's number?
blackroses_340: **-***-****
D.J.: Thanks girlie.
blackroses_340: No problem.
blackroses_340: So, what's up?
D.J.: Dolling, watching ugly betty, and writing a fanfic
blackroses_340: A fanfic about what and who? 
D.J.: X-men First Class...a new O/C and Charles
blackroses_340: Awesome
D.J.: Yeah....our RP got me inspired
blackroses_340: Haha, that's cool
D.J.: Speaking of which???? You wanna RP?
blackroses_340: I can't actually at the moment, I'm about to walk to Exon and see if they're hiring. (Wal-Mart is taking too long, if at all) and I might just hang out with Fe all day. We have the house to ourselves since you left, Danny moved out, and Allie's in Granburry, visiting a friend.
D.J.: Well, best of luck!
blackroses_340: Maybe later though? 
D.J.: Definately
blackroses_340: BRB
D.J.: Ok, have fun
blackroses_340: Nevermind, Fe isn't ready yet.
D.J.: Ahh...ok. So how has your day been?
blackroses_340: Well... I woke up.... that about covers the mirarcles of today.
blackroses_340: LOL. Nah, Fe and I were watching My Little Pony and then cleaned up the house. Now we're about to head to Exon.
blackroses_340: Don't. JUDGE.
D.J.:  Ok, ok
blackroses_340: Fe suggested it and besides, Rachel's been bugging her to watch it. We're watching My Little Pony and hopefully going to start watching Supernatural at some point.
D.J.: it any good? My Little Pony?
blackroses_340: Surprisingly... yes. But that could just be my child like mind speaking.
D.J.: That's not a bad thing
blackroses_340: True...
blackroses_340: Hey, wanna RP now?
D.J.: Yeah


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