New Beginnings from Old Ends

Dear Journal,


This experience is new to me. It's not often that I confide my feelings so openly, let alone with blank pages. Well let's see what I can do, eh?

It's been two weeks since Mother's disappearance. Oh how I miss her. Sonny seemed surprisingly unaffected by it, and has taken my youngest siblings away to somewhere I'm assuming is far from here. Fortunately in his series of odd behaviors some were saved. Jorge and Josie are living with Erin now, and Chaos has been left in my care.


His usual vitality has been waning recently, it seems he is taking the loss quite hard as well. I often see him staring back at his old home, as if he left something there and needs to go back for it.


Mother's old friend Quavi has gone missing as well. Could it be possible the two ran away together? No, of course not. She would never permit such a thing. “It's not a behavior that a Widow should condone,” she used to say. Used to say...


On my walks with Chaos, we pass by our old home. It's sad really. Death has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, but I have yet to accept the fact that she has departed from this world... and every time I pass that house, I get this feeling that she's still in there... calling to me.

A Widow at heart,

Geoffrey Nielson

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Betrayal page 2

How long have I been in here? I haven't fed in so long... I feel my sanity slipping. It is only a matter of time until I go truly mad.

Time. What is time but a human invention? Layers stacked within the boundaries of the human mind, a mind that can exist only in the present, and that present being all of time?

Do you not understand? I wouldn't worry about that. Time is an immensely complicated subject. To try and explain it in the language of men is madness. Indicative tenses are made irrelevant by the subject as a whole, and so the language unwinds into oblivion. One must interpret it into one will. At any rate, when mankind collapses in on itself and it's own self proclaimed infallibility, I along with the rest of existence will unite... to make the best grilled cheese sandwich in the universe.

Turquoise bicycle shoe fins actualize radishes greenly. It's amazing how the purple stuffed seabed sponges, with a tuning fork, do a raw blink on hari-kari rock.

Oh my, it seems it has begun.

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Betrayal Begets Betrayal

Gentle Reader,


Damnable beast! Insufferable man creature! How dare he confine me? ME! Sometime during my daylight slumber the reprehensible cur sealed me in my very own sleeping chamber. I've read something like this somewhere. The Cask of Amontillado; one was wronged and vengeance was sought. But what could I have done? Outside of course my attempts to destroy him, I have done nothing but allow him the usual pleasures I offer all of my little puppets.

I must escape. I cannot spend eternity here. What shall happen to my children? What of... Quavi? Quavi! With all that is left in me I shall free myself and be with him once more.

Sonny, the sadist that he turned out to be, has left me with a note merely hinting at the fate of my beloved.

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Tangled Strand

Gentle Reader,


Jayne is preparing for university acquiring scholarships. Naturally working on her skills is the common approach a knowledgeable sim as herself would take. To hasten the process she has learned the joys the "sim vac" has to offer much to the horror of Sonny.


My second set of twins, Jorge and Josie are old enough to start school and to my utter dismay I have birthed a third set of twins, Sonia and Sunil. I now have an astounding total of 12 children:
1. Jackie, 2. Jefferson, 3. Geoffrey, 4. Erin, 5. Daniel, 6. Claude, 7. Buffy, 8. Jayne, 9. Jorge, 10. Josie, 11. Sonia and 12. Sunil I'm exhausted just thinking of them.


I find myself in yet another depression. I call upon the only sure way to bring my spirits to an acceptable level, I call upon my favorite diversion for a date. Upon Quavi's arrival I have made a rash decision. I will give in to my lust, my passion for this man and give him what I know we both desire more than anything in this wretched existence. From Sonny's stunned rage, I believe my adulterous behavior has been discovered.


Scholarships in hand, Jayne is off to Aridia University where she will join Buffy and Franz, Buffy's new fiance. Perhaps one day Jayne can forgive me for my indiscretions... providing I still care once she has.

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson-Gomez-Day

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About Strand Nine

Gentle Reader,


During my visits downtown I met up with this rather distinguished gentleman named Sonny Day. He is so different from the mindless men who have paraded themselves in and out of my life thus far. He is older, mature, dashing and a traditionalist.


Unlike the young men of my past, this gentleman insisted we be betrothed before he would partake in the thrills of romance and woohoo making. This makes for a nice change of pace. Following the nuptials I took a chance and posed the same question to Sonny that I had to Jake. Thinking I would have to wait for a response, I was taken aback by his sudden soft laughter. With a sparkle in his eye and a smile playing on his lips the man declined my offer. Infuriating man… I will see him suffer for this.


I bide my time painting images of my forbidden love, Quavi. Planning my next move, my next step, I want to play with my puppet. Sonny has established a routine within the home and I find it disconcerting.


The twins Jorge and Josie have transitioned to toddler status, Jayne has become a lovely teen and Buffy is off at Aridia University. Apparently there is some young man there she has been obsessing over for some time and he is waiting for her at that Greek House established by my first choice of men for Erin, Bronx Vega.

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson-Gomez-Day

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The General Quarantine

Gentle Reader,


Jose had gone to the lab set-up in the back yard, he believes I am in need of medication to rid me of this ailment of vampirism. He doesn’t understand that I have embraced my new life and he has paid for his impudence with a “suspicious ailment”. I have convinced him to quarantine himself at least until the baby is born.


It seems quarantine did not sit well with Jose, as he prepared for work one morning the illness intensified as if he were struck and no longer able to take a breath. It must have been painful, shame I missed it. Do you think he suffered?


Chaos is such a good boy. He sang the praises of the Reaper welcoming him to our home.


Death has come again to our home; so does life… two lives; a boy, Jorge and a girl, Josie and a new prospect for a husband, Sonny Day.

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson-Gomez

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* Author’s note: Once I was done with their TSR Challenges, I sent Sonny Day and Ann Chovie to be Downtownies.

The Eighth Strand

Gentle Reader,


I’ve invited General Gomez to live with us. His reaction was not quite what I was expecting although the end result was predictable.


I must say Jose’s dowry is the most impressive to date. I have given a number of the items to Buffy to take with her to college and her new life outside this home.


It always amazes me the power a show of affection can have on a man’s will. A kiss, a caress and he is putty in my hands.


My belly expands with my unborn child. I revere the feel of her restlessness to be born in to this world. As I absently rub the swell, I wonder to myself is this a boy I’m carrying or is this a girl… what he will look like, who will she take after, will he be handsome, will she be beautiful, will she look like Jose, will he have my porcelain skin, will she become a pawn in society or will he be strong and take control of the homestead releasing me… the unknown, its always the unknown that intrigues me and keeps me going…

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson-Gomez

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The Brood

Gentle Readers,


Birthdays are a nuisance, albeit necessary transitions for those that still have them. Buffy had hers. Buffy, like Jackie and Erin, is another of my doppelgangers; aspiring as Erin in search of knowledge and truth in all things.
Jayne grew in to… I don’t know. She looks like me… she has my eyes… she has my hair… if it wasn’t for her contrasting skin she too could be considered my doppelganger.


Shortly after their birthdays, Claude left me. He joined Daniel at the university. He is becoming more and more skilled in the art of romancing. He is no longer my puppet; he will master the skill of the puppet master as I have.


Claude is honing his skills; his first conquest is a lovely boy Avri.


My brilliant boy has found a way to keep his grades up without having to attend class. He has taken up with one of his professors.


Sometimes I wonder if it’s the father complex with Claude. Since he didn’t know Clyde, is it possible he is using these men to fill a void left by his absence?


Regardless of my reservations and in spite of Daniels lack of self esteem; Claude has allowed his older brother to move in to his home with him. Daniel has yet to find a love interest. The wretched boy has never known love, perhaps being in Claude’s presence will remedy this.

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson

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Choices page 2

First on my agenda is to send Daniel away. He is to either go to university or move in to a home of his own. He has moped around my home long enough, not to return unless he undergoes massive adjustments to his behavior or suffer the consequences. He had endeared himself to me while a child during a weak time in my life. Now he has become nothing more than a nuisance.


Next on the agenda is to take stock of those remaining in my home. Claude seems to be a bit confused. He seeks pleasure in the male species. I don’t blame him for this choice; a man’s body is pleasing to the senses. It’s a simple matter of procreation; I would partake in the joys of women along with the men if not for the seed of men. It is impossible for him to spread his seed among other men. I will speak to him about this. He will need one woman who pleases him and will accept his seed. One child is all I require of him.


Buffy, playful child that she is, she will teach Chaos. It is she who he has taken to the most. It is her he considers her master, and why not? She is after all the one who trains him. The children have their Chaos chores:


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Buffy does the training, Claude keeps him clean and fed and Jayne gives him purpose

Prior to sunrise, I make enough bottles to last the morning while the other two are in school. It is Chaos who cares for Jayne, keeping her safe and entertained during the day while I must rest within the sanctuary of my coffin.


Last on the agenda and most important, I’m in need of a new plaything.

Be blessed,
Negrita Widow-Forrester-Nielson-Samuels-Gattis-Daily-Fox-Hudson

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Answers and Choices

Gentle Reader,


Geoffrey came by to see me last week. We spoke of the widow(er) life, the children, the risk, the loves, the loss, and the thrill of the pursuit. He has learned his lessons well; which has put pleasure back in my life.


I will be a grandmother again. It seems Andrea is expecting Geoffrey’s first child. He’s rather amused with the idea of being a father. We’ll see how long that novelty lasts. Men aren’t the same as women; although he has so much of me in him he may be more resilient than mere men.


I feel my mind slipping, I feel… well now that is the problem isn’t it, I feel. I invited my lovely friend the Countessa over for a chat. There are a few answers I need while I still have my wits about me and only she can provide the answers I seek.


Countessa knew of Bud’s death and assured me he knew the needs of the undead. His death was his own undoing; Bud’s own weak mind could not grasp the intricate lifestyle of a vampire.


Before leaving, Countessa gave me a parting gift, the gift, the dark gift. The dark gift of eternal beauty and youth was now mine to embrace.


Turning is an amazing event, the knowledge and history imparted to you is overwhelming. Knowing things that I couldn’t possibly know about people and beings I’ve not yet met is fascinating. I see now he Bud knew all he needed to survive as a vampire. The overwhelming knowledge presented within moments of turning.


Even more surprising is the fact it was my pink romantic hearted boy Claude who influenced this turn of events, this new chapter of my being. He may not be a widower, but he understands me more than I had deemed possible for him.


Thanking my mistress, I see now… I see what is before me, what I must do, where I must go, how I will succeed in my endeavors.


Before I do anything else, there are two things I must do first. 1. Rid myself of this color that does not suit me…


and 2. Thank my son for this gift.

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Fun with Pets

Just a quick side story, if you would permit me a slight indulgence.


I sent Negrita to the pet store. Naturally the kids at home wanted a puppy.
I found them the perfect Rottweiler.


After playing a little while with Chaos and seeing if he would mesh with the family.


They head home. I love how you can see him in the car with her.


Buffy was busy teaching him to *stay*


and rewarding him with a good belly rub!


whats this?


such a good doggie, yes you are!