Simstoryteller drabbles: Perfect and Carelessly
And now for something completely different... these drabbles introduce some new original characters (well, one is recycled - thank you for sharing her, simgaroop. I hope you don't mind that I retained her name. It was appropriate and I've always really liked it). This will be relevant to Strangtown, Here We Come, and you may be able to guess the connection, based on the names. I've been playing with Veronaville, to get it up to the same point in time as Strangetown. Most of this stuff will be very much in the background, but it will have an impact on Strangetown in several ways.
The prompts were taken from the list at simstorytellers.
Characters: Lysander Winterpoem, Hippolyta and Helena Summerdream
Prompts: Perfect and Carelessly
Word count: 200 (100 each)
Pic count: 4 (2 each)
Warning: It's a little violent.
Perfect
Lysander Winterpoem was finally content with his life.
He had just arrived in Veronaville, with his life savings and a dream. He was going to build an open-air amphitheatre, and people would come from miles away to watch plays there, under the vast and endless sky.
He lay there and watched the clouds move overheard. Clouds by day and stars by night; the sky was wondrous. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining, and butterflies fluttering about. His daughters played nearby. Everything was perfect.
It was a perfect day, but, unfortunately, also a perfect day to die.
Carelessly
I learned a very important lesson that day.
It's best to be mindful of your life, since you never know when it might be carelessly taken from you.
Our father died in an instant.
Helena said that I didn't even cry, but I did. The difference between us was that I quickly accepted it, and stopped crying.
My sadness quickly turned to purpose. When Death arrived, I was transfixed. Since then, I have dedicated myself to solving the riddle of death.
I still have the satellite that killed him. I keep it as a reminder to make every day count.
The prompts were taken from the list at simstorytellers.
Characters: Lysander Winterpoem, Hippolyta and Helena Summerdream
Prompts: Perfect and Carelessly
Word count: 200 (100 each)
Pic count: 4 (2 each)
Warning: It's a little violent.
Perfect
Lysander Winterpoem was finally content with his life.
He had just arrived in Veronaville, with his life savings and a dream. He was going to build an open-air amphitheatre, and people would come from miles away to watch plays there, under the vast and endless sky.
He lay there and watched the clouds move overheard. Clouds by day and stars by night; the sky was wondrous. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining, and butterflies fluttering about. His daughters played nearby. Everything was perfect.
It was a perfect day, but, unfortunately, also a perfect day to die.
Carelessly
I learned a very important lesson that day.
It's best to be mindful of your life, since you never know when it might be carelessly taken from you.
Our father died in an instant.
Helena said that I didn't even cry, but I did. The difference between us was that I quickly accepted it, and stopped crying.
My sadness quickly turned to purpose. When Death arrived, I was transfixed. Since then, I have dedicated myself to solving the riddle of death.
I still have the satellite that killed him. I keep it as a reminder to make every day count.