I got a widescreen monitor since the days of Valley

You’re on a beach. The sand shifts under your shoes. You shiver in the cool morning air. Seagulls call to each other, and the waves lap against the shore.

You can’t remember how you got here. You can’t remember very much at all. You can only recall fuzzy short flashes, of the night and the moon and this beach.

so yay for bigger pictures

You remember the hunger. The savage fierce hunger.

Valley's pictures look so small and sad now.

Wooo, working with Lilith again!

You remember leaping, flying over the sand.

Also some other Valley peeps may be returning ;)

You remember the moon, big and round and glowing white in the night sky.

And we'll meet some new friends

The flashes of memory don’t seem like you. It’s not the way you think, the way you feel, the way you experience the world. It’s something totally different. Something Other.

Also sim versions of characters from other stories, like Glitterface the Necrofairy

Something wild.

I'm really excited about this. Got some great suggestions for the plot.

The hunger was red and raging. You can’t remember what it was you ate. You don’t really want to remember. The half-remembered smell of blood makes you sick.

Why is Sims 3 so beautiful???!!!!

The hunger howled in triumph. You remember power and ecstasy and red dripping nails.

This is like somewhere between Valley and Gunky

Then the sun came. And something happened.

audience participation, and yet somewhat serious

There was pain. White screaming pain.

I've learned about pain, since Valley. Had a terrible ulcer last year that started bleeding.

The Other disappeared, taking the hunger and the power and the wild with it.

I nearly bled to death.

You’re yourself now. Here on the beach, alone. No nails, no fur, no howling at the great glowing moon.

So that will help the writing, because that is what pain is for! No pain, no writing! ;)

No idea where you are. No idea of who, or what, you are. And certainly no idea of what to do next.

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4 Responses to Howl

  1. SB says:

    I’ve always liked this kind of beginning, where the writer dumps you in a strange place right in the middle of something and lets you climb in the car and ride along. Your prose is beautiful. It just is. Lilith, to the extent she seems even remotely aware of what’s going on, doesn’t seem sure that she liked giving up the wolf. I might not either.

    Your shots are lovely. They work perfectly with the lean writing. Don’t even worry about shots.


    • medleymisty says:

      Yay! *hugs*

      Thank you. It’s interesting because Gunky also started with Gunky on a beach, alone in a changed world. I think that’s where the similarities between the two end, though.

      Haha – Lilith never has been really aware of what’s going on, has she? It’s nice using her again. I pretty much abandoned her after Valley while doing all sorts of things with Seth, so it felt only fair to use her here and check in with her and see how she’s doing.

      Yeah, I can see that. I know I’d probably rather be running around all free and wild than being human and having to worry about human things.

      Thank you! I’m not worried about them. I’ve gotten a widescreen monitor since the old days, and I like the way it changed my pictures.

      I’m going to eat some breakfast in a bit, then do a Wii Fit workout, then shower, then take a walk and think about the story, and come back and get started on the next update. I made some new characters last night. And added one old familiar character to the group. 😉


  2. Dez Klein says:

    Oh wow, at the start the pure wildness of the wolf, racing across the sand the freedom…awesomeness. Until the moon set and the ripping pain as you transform back…no thankyou!

    Great chapter!


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