I found it was easier to do it without extras, so here it is!
Ava had always loved books. Who wouldn't? I mean, you could escape to kingdoms and experience life as a princess, or head to dystopias and become heroes. So, when she saw the sign in the Library's window for jobs needed, she was more than excited. She got to spend all day in a room full of books! Free books! Ava promised herself she wouldn't steal any books, and that's just what she did. Sometimes, she even got to read storybooks to the children! Yet, that was only a dream.
I incorporated the money bit. Look around and you'll find it!
(🐸🐸🐸🐸 you graphics card :evil: and sorry about the terrible story, i was in a hurry!)
edit: swears, whoops. HQ
her mouth tasted like hot ash as she pulled a long, languid drag from her cigarette. guitar propped against her thigh, she contemplated her next course of action - scrap the preposterously sickening love song her agent all but demanded she wrote... or! or, she could go ahead and twist it into something more aurora-friendly.
"decisions," she muttered, the exhale misty from the nicotine at her throat. dull godrays penetrating her factory-esque apartment sent dust fluttering admist the clutter; and stabbing out the glowing stick between her fingers, she smirked. she had moved to tokyo for her dream job! j-rock inspired genius it was, s.crew her agent.
This was by far the absolute worst job Sabriel could have hoped to get after graduating from college with an art degree. Maybe it was karma for skipping out on her exams... But no one seemed to be in need of artists, so she took what she could get. Which was digging graves. She figured a little manual labor never hurt anyone, and it would look good on her resume. Every employer wanted someone with a little character, right? What her boss failed to mention, however, was that the graveyard ran rampant with zombies every full moon! Trying to dig a giant hole whilst fighting off the undead was definitely not Sabriel's idea of a fun time. Luckily, the cemetery was built atop an ancient burial ground, and Sabriel often dug up gold coins, which certainly made up the difference in her pitiful paycheck.
"Honey, we're so proud of you!" Mom and my little sister Kathleen came running backstage, Mom already carrying a bouquet or roses even though the performance hadn't started. I gave them both huge hugs, so glad that their plane had gotten to New York in time.
Tonight was my debut as the Prima Ballerina of the New York City Ballet. Hey, just because I got all C's in high school doesn't mean I'm not talented! Actually, the reason why I did poorly was probably because I was focusing all my energy on dancing. But it had definitely paid off! All it took was one audition, a few rehearsals, and the actual Prima Ballerina accidentally twisting her ankle in her point shoe to propel me here, and I couldn't be happier. Not about that girl's twisted ankle, but you know. It wasn't a particularly high paying job, and my feet were ugly from dancing, but it was so worth it to be able to live my dream.
"Here. Mommy said I should get you a present. It's my tooth fairy money." Sheepishly, Kathleen thrust a faded one dollar bill into my hand, and I resisted the urge to giggle, giving her another hug.
"Thank you. But I have to go on in a few minutes, so can you hold this for me until the end of the show?" At this, Kathleen looked absolutely affronted.
"No! You have to keep my present! No give-backs!" At that moment, the director called for places. I tried to give the dollar back to my sister but she wouldn't take it, and I was shoved onstage. Not knowing what else to do, I took a pin out from my bun and secured the dollar into my hair with it, just praying that it wouldn't fall out and that it wasn't too noticeable.
"Honey, we're so proud of you!" Mom and my little sister Kathleen came running backstage, Mom already carrying a bouquet or roses even though the performance hadn't started. I gave them both huge hugs, so glad that their plane had gotten to New York in time.
Tonight was my debut as the Prima Ballerina of the New York City Ballet. Hey, just because I got all C's in high school doesn't mean I'm not talented! Actually, the reason why I did poorly was probably because I was focusing all my energy on dancing. But it had definitely paid off! All it took was one audition, a few rehearsals, and the actual Prima Ballerina accidentally twisting her ankle in her point shoe to propel me here, and I couldn't be happier. Not about that girl's twisted ankle, but you know. It wasn't a particularly high paying job, and my feet were ugly from dancing, but it was so worth it to be able to live my dream.
"Here. Mommy said I should get you a present. It's my tooth fairy money." Sheepishly, Kathleen thrust a faded one dollar bill into my hand, and I resisted the urge to giggle, giving her another hug.
"Thank you. But I have to go on in a few minutes, so can you hold this for me until the end of the show?" At this, Kathleen looked absolutely affronted.
"No! You have to keep my present! No give-backs!" At that moment, the director called for places. I tried to give the dollar back to my sister but she wouldn't take it, and I was shoved onstage. Not knowing what else to do, I took a pin out from my bun and secured the dollar into my hair with it, just praying that it wouldn't fall out and that it wasn't too noticeable.
Nayeli didn't know what she was thinking when she took the job as a fairytale princess for kids' birthday parties. Sure, it was better than the clown costume, no one liked to be the clown, but a princess? Really? All day long she got squealed at and pulled and prodded and had to listen to screaming children high on sugar. She loved kids, and she liked being dressed up, but this was just way too much. Not to mention the teenagers that had to be stuck at their sisters' birthday parties that complained the ENTIRE time, or the kid who wanted nothing more than to play Monopoly, or at least take all of the money and pretend to be rich, or the little toddler who kept running around and hiding (especially under her skirt). What bothered her the most about this particular party were the parents, though, they weren't even watching the kids, since the party hadn't even officially started yet - they were just flaunting how cute they were together. It was like they were rubbing their happy couple-ness in her face. She felt like anything but a happy fairytale princess, but she supposed she should suck it up and face the music. Even if the music was "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping Beauty played on repeat ALL. DAY. LONG.
(I used the Monopoly money as the money element. I hope that works. If not, oh well!)
I believe something's can't be explained
They are hidden in the mist and in the silver rain...
Lucinda:
I walked out on the stage and stand in from on a small crown with the lights flashing in my face. As I stared out into the crowd I could feel instant panic soar thoughtout my body. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on the top of my forehead, and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure they all could hear it. My lips were dry and trembling as I searched for something…anything to say. When I signed up to be the singer at the fair to help contribute to our family’s income, I never thought that my intense stage fright would be an issue. You see, our family was always poor, even more so since my father passed away when I was 6. So when I got older enough to get a job, I was working to help pay the bills. Not only that, but I planned on moving to Hidden Springs, my dream city. But all of that blanked out of my mind as my fear gotten worse.
I’m not even sure why I even signed up. I remember looking at the job flyer with Walter, and him telling me that he’d think I’d do a great job singing. He always loved my singing voice, in fact everyone did, but I never thought so. And singing professionally never even crossed my mind until he brought it up. But all that didn’t matter at the moment.
“Um…uh…hi my name…is…” I stuttered with tears in my eyes. And I was sure my heart was about to pop out of my chest at this point. As tears flew down my face, my breathing became shallow as I grabbed my chest. I was beginning to gasp for air as I sank to my knees. I could hear the crowd looking on, spectating what was happening to me. Some were concerned, others were laughing. Even some were confused on what was going on asking, “Is this a part of the act or what?” I wasn’t sure what was happening to me at this point, I just wanted this to be as over as quickly as possible.
I remember thinking that I wished my mother were here to hug and rescue me like when I was a child. She would make this thing go away, but I knew this wasn’t the case. Unfortunately this was the last thing I remember, before waking up inform of my boss and coworkers. I jumped up started and confused. One minute I was petrified on stage, and the next minute I’m in the tent?
“What happened to me?” I asked in haste
“You had a panic attack and passed out.” My boss said. I squirmed as I blushed hard. This was clearly the most embarrassed I’ve ever been. Especially as I looked to my right and seeing people laughing at their phones. Apparently people were recording me, and it’s now all over the internet.
It was nearing the end of Morgan's 12-hour shift at the hospital, and she was utterly exhausted. Everything seemed to have gone wrong right from the start; Morgan had been so nervous about starting her first shift at the new hospital she had just transferred to that she had lain awake all night, staring at the ceiling, imagining all the things she could mess up and all the people that could be hurt as a consequence. Come morning, she felt like a zombie ('and looked like one too,' Morgan thought grumpily, wearily pulling on her uniform).
The first few hours weren't so bad. Her co-workers seemed pleasant and welcoming, and the hospital was spacious and much better equipped than the town clinic she had worked in before she moved to the city, Morgan cheerfully told herself as she finished dispensing meds for one of her patients. 'Just gotta have a positive attit-' and then she and the other RN she had just walked into were on the ground, all Morgan's 27 pills spilling every which way and a ruptured catheter bag leaking all over Morgan. (Morgan and her friends would laugh over this story for years to come. ..but that was later. Much later.)
Four angry patients, one pervy doctor, another fall in the hallway and one coding patient later, Morgan found herself staring at an empty bed, debating whether she should crawl into it and cry herself to sleep or if perhaps locking herself in the supply closet for the rest of her shift would be the better option. After a minute of contemplation one of her patient's call bell sounded, so grudgingly she turned and moped into the room.
The room was loud and crowded, packed with family members coming to bring home the elderly woman who had spent near a month in the hospital. Morgan couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face as she watched the youngest grandchild run to greet the laughing patient. As she helped them pack up and get old Anna ready for discharge, Anna's daughter went around the nursing station, thanking everyone for their hard work and pinning a card the family had signed onto the nursing board. Anna gripped Morgan's hand just before she left. "Thank-you for being such a sweetheart, dear. You took such good care of me today!"
Morgan smiled and hugged her, waving goodbye as Anna left for home. 'See, you grumpy butt,' she thought to herself. 'It's not such a bad day after all.' The rest of the shift flew by.
I'm so sorry if this is late!!!!! The site maintenance was pretty troublesome, I was trying to upload this all day
Sorry, but I was wondering if you needed to sign up somewhere to enter? This looks like a lot of fun (and you guys are putting out some awesome entries ).
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Sorry, but I was wondering if you needed to sign up somewhere to enter? This looks like a lot of fun (and you guys are putting out some awesome entries ).
sign-ups for this competition are closed unfortunately. there's others to sign up for in the modelling section however!
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Ava had always loved books. Who wouldn't? I mean, you could escape to kingdoms and experience life as a princess, or head to dystopias and become heroes. So, when she saw the sign in the Library's window for jobs needed, she was more than excited. She got to spend all day in a room full of books! Free books! Ava promised herself she wouldn't steal any books, and that's just what she did. Sometimes, she even got to read storybooks to the children! Yet, that was only a dream.
I incorporated the money bit. Look around and you'll find it!
edit: nevermind, found it!
edit: swears, whoops.
HQ
her mouth tasted like hot ash as she pulled a long, languid drag from her cigarette. guitar propped against her thigh, she contemplated her next course of action - scrap the preposterously sickening love song her agent all but demanded she wrote... or! or, she could go ahead and twist it into something more aurora-friendly.
"decisions," she muttered, the exhale misty from the nicotine at her throat. dull godrays penetrating her factory-esque apartment sent dust fluttering admist the clutter; and stabbing out the glowing stick between her fingers, she smirked. she had moved to tokyo for her dream job! j-rock inspired genius it was, s.crew her agent.
@Thayatt, found the money you sneaky devil. Great photo!
i have to fix something with my assignment... *Hastily runs back in game*
thanks samm!
it gave me quite a bit of hassle in photoshop, it was a disaster!
Please judge full size.
This was by far the absolute worst job Sabriel could have hoped to get after graduating from college with an art degree. Maybe it was karma for skipping out on her exams... But no one seemed to be in need of artists, so she took what she could get. Which was digging graves. She figured a little manual labor never hurt anyone, and it would look good on her resume. Every employer wanted someone with a little character, right? What her boss failed to mention, however, was that the graveyard ran rampant with zombies every full moon! Trying to dig a giant hole whilst fighting off the undead was definitely not Sabriel's idea of a fun time. Luckily, the cemetery was built atop an ancient burial ground, and Sabriel often dug up gold coins, which certainly made up the difference in her pitiful paycheck.
Chan: Gawjuss!! Your graphics, and story, are brilliant!
Antebellum: I love this! It's definitely a very comical shot and story
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"Honey, we're so proud of you!" Mom and my little sister Kathleen came running backstage, Mom already carrying a bouquet or roses even though the performance hadn't started. I gave them both huge hugs, so glad that their plane had gotten to New York in time.
Tonight was my debut as the Prima Ballerina of the New York City Ballet. Hey, just because I got all C's in high school doesn't mean I'm not talented! Actually, the reason why I did poorly was probably because I was focusing all my energy on dancing. But it had definitely paid off! All it took was one audition, a few rehearsals, and the actual Prima Ballerina accidentally twisting her ankle in her point shoe to propel me here, and I couldn't be happier. Not about that girl's twisted ankle, but you know. It wasn't a particularly high paying job, and my feet were ugly from dancing, but it was so worth it to be able to live my dream.
"Here. Mommy said I should get you a present. It's my tooth fairy money." Sheepishly, Kathleen thrust a faded one dollar bill into my hand, and I resisted the urge to giggle, giving her another hug.
"Thank you. But I have to go on in a few minutes, so can you hold this for me until the end of the show?" At this, Kathleen looked absolutely affronted.
"No! You have to keep my present! No give-backs!" At that moment, the director called for places. I tried to give the dollar back to my sister but she wouldn't take it, and I was shoved onstage. Not knowing what else to do, I took a pin out from my bun and secured the dollar into my hair with it, just praying that it wouldn't fall out and that it wasn't too noticeable.
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Oh my, this is beautiful! I love the story, and brilliant how you incorporated the money part - gave the story a cute twist
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Nayeli didn't know what she was thinking when she took the job as a fairytale princess for kids' birthday parties. Sure, it was better than the clown costume, no one liked to be the clown, but a princess? Really? All day long she got squealed at and pulled and prodded and had to listen to screaming children high on sugar. She loved kids, and she liked being dressed up, but this was just way too much. Not to mention the teenagers that had to be stuck at their sisters' birthday parties that complained the ENTIRE time, or the kid who wanted nothing more than to play Monopoly, or at least take all of the money and pretend to be rich, or the little toddler who kept running around and hiding (especially under her skirt). What bothered her the most about this particular party were the parents, though, they weren't even watching the kids, since the party hadn't even officially started yet - they were just flaunting how cute they were together. It was like they were rubbing their happy couple-ness in her face. She felt like anything but a happy fairytale princess, but she supposed she should suck it up and face the music. Even if the music was "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping Beauty played on repeat ALL. DAY. LONG.
(I used the Monopoly money as the money element. I hope that works.
They are hidden in the mist and in the silver rain...
Lucinda:
I walked out on the stage and stand in from on a small crown with the lights flashing in my face. As I stared out into the crowd I could feel instant panic soar thoughtout my body. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on the top of my forehead, and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure they all could hear it. My lips were dry and trembling as I searched for something…anything to say. When I signed up to be the singer at the fair to help contribute to our family’s income, I never thought that my intense stage fright would be an issue. You see, our family was always poor, even more so since my father passed away when I was 6. So when I got older enough to get a job, I was working to help pay the bills. Not only that, but I planned on moving to Hidden Springs, my dream city. But all of that blanked out of my mind as my fear gotten worse.
I’m not even sure why I even signed up. I remember looking at the job flyer with Walter, and him telling me that he’d think I’d do a great job singing. He always loved my singing voice, in fact everyone did, but I never thought so. And singing professionally never even crossed my mind until he brought it up. But all that didn’t matter at the moment.
“Um…uh…hi my name…is…” I stuttered with tears in my eyes. And I was sure my heart was about to pop out of my chest at this point. As tears flew down my face, my breathing became shallow as I grabbed my chest. I was beginning to gasp for air as I sank to my knees. I could hear the crowd looking on, spectating what was happening to me. Some were concerned, others were laughing. Even some were confused on what was going on asking, “Is this a part of the act or what?” I wasn’t sure what was happening to me at this point, I just wanted this to be as over as quickly as possible.
I remember thinking that I wished my mother were here to hug and rescue me like when I was a child. She would make this thing go away, but I knew this wasn’t the case. Unfortunately this was the last thing I remember, before waking up inform of my boss and coworkers. I jumped up started and confused. One minute I was petrified on stage, and the next minute I’m in the tent?
“What happened to me?” I asked in haste
“You had a panic attack and passed out.” My boss said. I squirmed as I blushed hard. This was clearly the most embarrassed I’ve ever been. Especially as I looked to my right and seeing people laughing at their phones. Apparently people were recording me, and it’s now all over the internet.
I just wanted to die…
It's not my best but...sorry.
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It was nearing the end of Morgan's 12-hour shift at the hospital, and she was utterly exhausted. Everything seemed to have gone wrong right from the start; Morgan had been so nervous about starting her first shift at the new hospital she had just transferred to that she had lain awake all night, staring at the ceiling, imagining all the things she could mess up and all the people that could be hurt as a consequence. Come morning, she felt like a zombie ('and looked like one too,' Morgan thought grumpily, wearily pulling on her uniform).
The first few hours weren't so bad. Her co-workers seemed pleasant and welcoming, and the hospital was spacious and much better equipped than the town clinic she had worked in before she moved to the city, Morgan cheerfully told herself as she finished dispensing meds for one of her patients. 'Just gotta have a positive attit-' and then she and the other RN she had just walked into were on the ground, all Morgan's 27 pills spilling every which way and a ruptured catheter bag leaking all over Morgan. (Morgan and her friends would laugh over this story for years to come. ..but that was later. Much later.)
Four angry patients, one pervy doctor, another fall in the hallway and one coding patient later, Morgan found herself staring at an empty bed, debating whether she should crawl into it and cry herself to sleep or if perhaps locking herself in the supply closet for the rest of her shift would be the better option. After a minute of contemplation one of her patient's call bell sounded, so grudgingly she turned and moped into the room.
The room was loud and crowded, packed with family members coming to bring home the elderly woman who had spent near a month in the hospital. Morgan couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face as she watched the youngest grandchild run to greet the laughing patient. As she helped them pack up and get old Anna ready for discharge, Anna's daughter went around the nursing station, thanking everyone for their hard work and pinning a card the family had signed onto the nursing board. Anna gripped Morgan's hand just before she left. "Thank-you for being such a sweetheart, dear. You took such good care of me today!"
Morgan smiled and hugged her, waving goodbye as Anna left for home. 'See, you grumpy butt,' she thought to herself. 'It's not such a bad day after all.' The rest of the shift flew by.
I'm so sorry if this is late!!!!! The site maintenance was pretty troublesome, I was trying to upload this all day
link sends you to my simblr
sign-ups for this competition are closed unfortunately.
Pep - Really sorry I only just realised you asked for an extension, of course you can have one! Extended to the 23rd!
Anyone know where Booky is?