In this challenge, the first person must post a picture (or a series of pictures) from their game (The Sims, of course!)
The next person must use those pictures and write a short story about what's happening in the picture(s).
When they finish the story, it's their turn to post a picture (or more than one!)
Then, another person writes a short story using what's happening in those pictures or picture.
See the pattern? Let's start writing!
Remember to keep your stories appropriate for simmers of all ages.
Refrain from using inappropriate language and inappropriate activities (drugs, sex, etc).
Stories like this are against the rules of the forum!
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It would be cool to see some of these short stories expand to longer ones!
Have fun everyone!
OMG! Do my floors and walls match? I hope I don't have to go to build mode again. I can't think about this now I have to go pick up my coworkers for work, Dan's probably dancing on the countertop again, and Maria is probably standing in her kitcen wondering how she's gonna decorate her place.
Hmm, this place is looking kind of dull, i'll have to go visit the exchange and make some purchases.
Sounds like ol' Reginald escaped his cage...again, Simon thought as he ran to the bathroom, hastily closing and locking the door behind him. Nervously chomping on his fingernails, he waited anxiously for the rodent to be captured and returned to his cage. He wondered how hard it would be the next time Reginald escaped for the horrible creature to find its way into the garbage disposal. Oh, that's not a very nice thought.
Lilah couldn't see what was so scary about Reginald, her sweet little pet. Yes, he had quite the knack for escaping his cage. Maybe I should have named him Houdini? And, yes, he liked to nibble a bit, but he was harmless, really. "Reginald!?!" she called out, catching a glimpse of his bushy tail as he ran under the dining room table. "If you guys didn't play Sims Medieval all hours of the night, you wouldn't be so terrified of chinchillas, would you?" She hurried to gather Reginald up, ignoring the rude comments coming from the kitchen and bathroom.
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Then, she found the perfect idea! She decided to make a potion that would bring back her dead sister, Ella, as a ghost!
Ella watched Stephanie as she ran across the room in a frenzy, trying to find a way to bring her back as a ghost.
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(That's icecream on the stove there! )
I would love to join but my computer is broken & can't get a new one until July
(using my iPhone to stay up to date on Sims)
Nervous, Xander ran outside. For once, living in ancient ruins was a blessing. He climbed to the top of a ruin.
"What?" Xander saw his black unicorn, Michael, running past him. Michael looked at his house. It was on fire!!! Michael also realized his clothes were burned off. But what was that?
Xander pulled on the suit he had found next to him. Sure, it was pink, but beggars can't exactly be choosers, can they? "Help!" Xander shouted. "I forgot how to get down!"
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I haven't been on here in a while. Just came on to check things out and saw this. So excited! And love these stories so far! Keep posting everyone! I love reading these
By skwittlez at 2012-06-17
By skwittlez at 2012-06-17
By skwittlez at 2012-06-17
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*Group Description*
"The Word" group is intended for people who want to share their creations. Are you tired of searching for a story? A Sim? A house? Or you just want to see different pictures, have fun and socialize a little? In "The Word" You can do this, discover new and brilliant stuff and share your creations, even if they are bizarre, beautiful, ugly, original, etc.
What are you waiting for? Enter this forum and explore the group!!
My mother is a Carrier, a non-vampire who still carries the Vampire virus. She has a troublesome love life. She dumped her last boyfriend, Eddie, because she found out he tried to kiss me. Yes, my life is hard, but that's the way it's got to be.
My sister, Annie, was a vampire, too. She couldn't handle the pressure, so she killed herself by walking into the sun. Annie was my best friend, and after 300 years, I still grieve for her.
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Beats me. :?
She ran with little purpose, as if the world was about to end and she was simply looking for a spot to hide until it all tumbled to an end. Little did she know that the world was in the process of imploding, and her brother helplessly stared out the window, moaning about their younger sister's incessant complaining. "Oh, my back aches!" she cried as a flash of light swelled on the horizon.
"Shut up, the world's ending," hissed her brother.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody snacked.
There was an awful whirring.
There was an awful crunch.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody snacked.
EDIT: Sorry mine are in link form
EDIT (again :roll: ): They are in order though
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As he entered the house, Seth immediately greeted him. "Hey there, Darrell! It's about time you made it!" he joked. Seeing his friend Seth made Darrell feel a little better, and he began to feel more relaxed. As the night progressed, he got more and more comfortable. He drank a few drinks and was feeling a bit loose as well. Before he knew it, he was dancing wildly! and before Darrell knew it, Jonah came up and started dancing with him! Jonah was the most attractive guy there, but he had a short temper. He was also a magician and knew magic spells.
While Jonah and Darrell were dancing carelessly, Darrell stumbled and stepped on Jonah's foot, bringing Jonah to his knees in agony. "HOW DARE YOU TRANSGRESS UPON THE GREAT JONAH!" he roared in fury. "FOR YOUR DASTARDLY DANCING SKILLS, I SHALL PUT A CURSE ON YOU! THAT TWENTY YEARS FROM THIS NIGHT, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD SHALL PERISH AT MY HAND, JUST AS MY OWN FOOT HAS PERISHED AT THE HAND OF YOUR FOOT!" Being carefree and not really paying attention, Darrell didn't really pay much attention to Jonah's words.
Twenty years later, Darrell was a successful businessman in Bridgeport. He had a lovely wife with four beautiful children. One night while Darrell was gone on a business trip, his family was having a normal evening at home. Hannah and Jude were playing video games when suddenly Hannah didn't feel so well."Jude, I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like I'm really hot!"
"Get over yourself!" Jude said, disgustedly.
"No, not THAT kind of hot!" Hannah retorted. "It's like I am on fire..."
Just then, Hannah burst into flames. Jude, startled, jumped three feet back. "MOM! HELP! HANNAH IS ON FIRE! AAHHHHH!"
By this time, some of the neighbors heard the commotion and came over to see what was wrong. When they saw Hannah in flames, they tried to help, but were unsuccessful. You can't beat a curse.
All that were left was a pile of ashes that had once been Hannah. Darrel's wife tried to call Darrell, but he never got the message: He had burst into flames as well and perished shortly before Hannah did.
Okay, my pics
Unfortnately he can't seem to compete with local heart throb and arch enemy, Dean Newell. Will he ever win the hearts of fans?
Mean while his older sister, Tiffany, ran into Amy Bull at the library. Amy broke the computer when she felt a contaction coming on and realized she was in labor.
Janie, the youngest of the three, was the party animal. It didn't matter to her that she was the only dancer in the entire building. She knew, If you dance...they will come.
One day, while enjoying the marvelous treat, she got a call from her boss, Hotty McHotstuff (his real name was Barry, but Hotty McHostuff is more fitting, eh?) She had to report right to the fire station.
Doing as she was told, she arrived. She ran upstairs to wipe her face down (dumb pink popsicle guts on mah face!) before Hotty/Barry saw her. As she left the bathroom, she heard him caling from the bottom floor. She zoomed down the firepole so fast she nearly broke her butt. Not to mention, Barry wasn't the least bit impressed.
After finishing the job, she drove home to supervise her son Matthew's birthday party. Soon, Matt's cake caught on fire. S what did our firewoman do? Got behind all the innocent partiers. Letthem burn, right?
Lovely story, huh?
Now for my photos: