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Seth Morrigan is a loner. He has his herb garden, his alchemy, his experiments and tinctures. These are enough.

Until he is beaten up by bullies. Until Caitlyn Wilson takes an interest in him. Until cracks begin to show in time and space.

New readers can start here.

In the Valley of the Sun Story Index

This story is completed.

Lilith Parker is working at the local paper, announcing births and birthdays and deaths. One morning her boss Shannon gives her a more exciting assignment – research the local haunted house and write an article on its history. Nice flavor for Halloween, right?

But then Shannon turns up dead the next day, the local townspeople seem intent on keeping the story of the haunted house a secret, and Lilith is being haunted herself. Will she survive?

Note – in pretty much everything I write there will be occasional curse words, non-gory violence, and DEATH!!! Also you may be eaten by grue.

Waffles: The Syruping

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

He was sitting alone in the library. I’d noticed him around campus before. So quiet. So cute. And always so alone.

When I was eleven years old, I decided that I would marry a man who wore a trench coat and khaki pants and dress shoes, and who would be cool and reserved in public but warm and affectionate at home.

I’d never seen him in a trenchcoat, but he definitely had the khakis and the dress shoes and the cool and reserved in public thing going on. We could work on the trench coat.

New Blog!

I am going to continue 10 and post more non-Sims full text work here – the prequel to Farmer Brown, a Glitterface the Necrofairy story, a romantic comedy/dystopian horror drenched in tea and based on a sim tower game my husband likes to play.

But I just got out of the hospital yesterday (which I’m fine and feeling much better than I have in months now), and this has been quite the trying year for me. So I felt like easing back into writing with a silly fun old school Sims story that’s more in the vein of my Sims 2 legacies and Gunky than Valley and 10 and the more serious work. Here’s the link.

In the View of the River

Not sure if it’s a legacy or what yet – I’m just following the game and writing what it gives me at the moment. Which yes, I wrote most of the captions today, but I’ve had the pictures since late last year.

Hope to see you there!

10.08

There was a horse skull in the tree, nestled among the branches. He touched it, traced the curve of the jaw, the molars and the canines and the giant incisor teeth.

Spray painted on concrete. Not real.

What was real? Not the warmth of her. Not the sound of her breath. Not the crackle of the match as it burned merrily to itself.

Shadows slid over the branches. Leaves changed state, sublimated from solid to gas and back again.

The horse stared at him, its eye socket tinged orange with flame.

“Shit.”

The horse fell out of the universe.

Interview is posted!

And yes, I can faithfully promise that the next post will be 10.08 and that it will be fairly soon.

For now, here’s the interview.

Sim Storytellers Interview

As always, if you don’t have a LJ account you can comment here if you want.  :)

Sim Storytellers Interview!

I promise on Seth that the next post will be 10.08. Well – maybe the one after the next one where I link to the posted interview.

Anyway – I am doing the storyteller spotlight this week on the Sim Storytellers LiveJournal community, so if you’ve got a question you can ask it and I’ll answer.

Interview Post

If you don’t have a LiveJournal account and can’t post there anonymously, you can comment here with questions.

I just want to say that I love you all so much and I appreciate you sticking with me through blocks and side projects and sprained wrists. Speaking of the wrist – it’s not 100% yet but it is so so much better.

So…I will do 10.08 as soon as I finish the interview, promise. The interview is proving to be a great way to get excited, get back into Seth space mentally, exercise the wrist, and get used to typing a lot again. OMG – the character theme song question is insane. I still want to add some more to my answer and it is way way past the tl;dr point, lol.

Hope to hear from you guys!

Character Mosaics

I’ve had a long drought, I know. I was blocked, and then the new WoW expansion came out, and then the day before my birthday I sprained my right wrist and couldn’t type.

It’s getting better. It’s not perfect but it’s been a week and I’m typing this two-handed with just a little pain. And not being able to write has made me want to write so much. My goal is to have 10.08 out by Sunday night, but we’ll see. It is Christmas and all.

I spent tonight being fairly productive and doing character mosaics for Seth and Caitlyn. This is very much 10 Seth, Seth at 15, btw. Valley Seth’s would probably be darker. And have more fire. LOL.

Mosaics under the cut.

10.07

He breathed in. The factory reeked of the dead. Dead air and dead dirt and dead messages on the walls, scrawled by the dead for the dead.

Blood from his lungs filled his left atrium, squeezed through his left ventricle, pumped out through his aorta. His veins ran with the reek.

Caitlyn spoke.

“You see anything?”

Dust motes floated in the flashlight beam. He exhaled.

“I see dirt and graffiti.”

The boots moved forward, away from the light and the windows. He followed.

Under their footsteps, the silence stirred.

10.06

The grass was tall and still. He counted the blades. One two three four.

She walked along in front of him. She was carrying the flashlight. He watched it swing in time with her. Swing. Swing. Swing.

“So I figured Tabor Creek would be the best place to park. Couldn’t really just leave the car on the side of the road.”

She stopped, waited for him to catch up. The flashlight stopped swinging.

“Hey Seth, you okay?”

One foot in front of the other. Balanced on the white line.

“I’m fine.”

10.05

Inside the car, the air was stuffy and stale. He settled into the vinyl passenger seat, pulled on the seatbelt. The metal buckle burned.

“Yeah, the air conditioning doesn’t work. But the tape player does! And that’s much more important, right?”

She threw the flashlight in the passenger side floorboard. It rolled against his foot as she pulled away from the curb.

“So what kind of music do you like? Not that I have a huge selection here or anything, but hey.”

“I don’t know. I don’t really listen to music.”

“What? Seriously? Not even like, I don’t know, show tunes?”

“No, not even show tunes.”

10.04

His mother had left for work hours ago. He had promised her that he wouldn’t mope, that he wouldn’t stay in bed, that he would get outside and get some sun.

So here he was. Outside and in the sun.

He had started the herb garden last year. Something to keep him busy, keep him out of trouble. That was what his mother said. She watched him sometimes, from the kitchen window.

He put his shears and the basket she had given him on the ground and surveyed his kingdom. Pennyroyal, lemon balm, rue. He wore his rue with a difference.