tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052800345624326062024-03-05T13:48:31.112-08:00The Stafford LegacyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-67934920862013780322015-10-03T18:12:00.002-07:002015-10-03T18:12:41.842-07:00Sims 4 Stafford Legacy Reboot! Interested??Hello everyone!!<br />
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Long time no see.<br />
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So I play Sims 4 now, and I was just feeling my creative writing itch coming back. As I was brainstorming for a story idea, I got the feeling I wanted to revisit The Stafford Legacy. After rereading some of the story and remembering the things I had planned, I got excited all over again.<br />
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I also noticed that somehow, after all these years, this blog is still getting views. That was inspiring as well.<br />
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SO... if you would enjoy reading a Sims 4 reboot of The Stafford Legacy, continuing where I left off, PLEASE comment!! Thanks!!<br />
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~QDUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-7106163410214565362012-04-25T15:59:00.001-07:002012-04-25T15:59:50.378-07:00Would you continue reading?Hello everyone!<br />
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I know it has been a very, very long time since I've updated this legacy. I got extremely busy with work and my college studies and also discovered a new Sims 3 story forum called Writers Block, which provided tremendous support for growing Sims 3 authors. I got way more response to my stories there than I do here, so I started focusing on those stories instead.<br />
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However, I had a huge fan base for this story all the way from the start. So, to make sure you all know how much I did (and still do!) appreciate you, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you a question. Is there anyone still out there that is just dying for me to continue this story? I really put my heart and soul into this story. It was my first Sims 3 story, and I still love it. But I got discouraged by the dwindling comments.<br />
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I now can tell that there have still been a steady flow of page hits since I stopped posting, and that made me wonder whether there were still people out there waiting for me to continue. I know that might be a lot to ask, considering how long it's been since I last updated.<br />
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But if you all are out there... please post a comment so I know you're there. If there are even a few of you left, I will do all in my power to continue this story.<br />
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Again, I apologize for my extended absence and hope you will post if you're still interested in reading!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-52066966835532811322011-11-06T10:19:00.000-08:002011-11-06T10:19:25.287-08:00Generation 2; Chapter 12: A Charmed Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“I have something to tell you.”</div>
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“What is it?”</div>
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“Anthony… I’m pregnant.”</div>
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The next morning, once Victoria had gotten a chance to unpack her belongings,
take off her travelling coat and wash off her face (leaving just a trace of the
gash on her cheek), she scooted over to the chest lying on her floor.</div>
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She had risked her life to have this chest back in her
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There had to be a way to get this lock open. Victoria thought
hard for a second. Emory wouldn’t have given her this chest if she didn’t have
a way to open it. That’s when she remembered her locket.</div>
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She had worn this locket ever since she was a little girl. She
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She opened the locket and pushed it into the key slot on the
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The lid swung open and Victoria gasped when she looked inside.
There were many beautiful gowns and accessories neatly lying inside. There were
gowns of many different sizes; for different ages, she assumed. A little
velvet-lined box contained a beautiful and intricate tiara fit for a queen.</div>
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Victoria noticed a folded piece of parchment in the box with
the tiara. Very carefully, she unfolded the parchment and read it.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“My dearest Victoria,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope that this letter finds you safe and sound wherever you
may have ended up. I want to share these gifts with you and your future heirs
in the hopes that you will not give up your true heritage. You are royalty of
the house of Stafford, Victoria, and had I not run away that night, you would
be the heir to the Britain throne.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is up to you what you do with these items. But I do wish
with all of my heart that you will one day share them with my grandchildren.
Let our legacy live on, Victoria. Don’t ever forget who you are, and who loves
you.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You are always the most dear to my heart, my little Victoria.
I know you have struggled, but know that I always have and always will love you
very much. I have missed you while you’ve been gone, and can not wait for a day
when we will be together again.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your adoring mother,</span></div>
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Victoria could hardly read through her tears by the end of
this letter. Part of her was relieved that she managed to get this away from
Clyde, while the other side of her almost wished she hadn’t read it. She didn’t
know what to think. Or feel. She just stood there, looking at her name scripted
beautifully on the page.</div>
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Victoria picked up the most beautiful gown she could find and
took great care in putting it on.</div>
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She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The
gown fit her perfectly, and looked stunning. With fresh tears welling up in her
eyes, Victoria pulled her hair up and slipped the tiara on.</div>
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“Aunt Belle, this isn’t the way back to the apartment you took me too.”
Victoria hadn’t dared to speak to Belle for most of the walk back, but she was
tired and hurting and just wanted to be laying down.</div>
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“Well, now that our cover is blown, I figured you might as
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Belle stopped suddenly, dropped the chest and pulled Victoria
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“Victoria, I was so worried. I… I didn’t know if I could get
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“Aunt Belle, I can never thank you enough for what you just
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“Come on, let’s get you home and clean up your face.</div>
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When they arrived at the apartment, Anthony buzzed them in,
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“Victoria! Oh my God, what happened to you? Are you okay?” He
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“Oh, it’s no problem at all! Welcome home, Victoria.”</div>
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Now all that was left was the matter of this chest.</div>
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She felt Clyde grasp her shoulder. His fingers tightened suddenly and he whirled her around and slapped her across the face. Hard. She felt her skin split.</div>
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“Nobody… leaves… me…….. especially… YOU!” Clyde glared into
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Victoria slipped onto the subway as insignificantly as she could, pulling her dark overcoat tightly around her. She
glanced around nervously, expecting to see Clyde turn the corner at any second.
But if she was anxious before, it was nothing compared to how she felt when she
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Victoria felt her stomach lurch and turn to lead as she tried
unsuccessfully to suppress the yelp of terror that escaped her lips. She didn’t
dare turn around, because she didn’t want to believe that the voice she heard
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But reality struck as she heard him approach her from behind. She couldn't bring herself to turn around.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-66383831011703972252011-10-12T16:11:00.000-07:002011-10-12T16:11:09.278-07:00Looking for a fix!Hello everyone,<br />
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I am extremely sorry for the long hiatus, yet again. I finally have gotten the situation worked out as far as not being able to get into my Sims games. But I had to do a clean install and now no longer have any of my custom content.<br />
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I am in the process of tracking down the CC I use for the Stafford Legacy, and am getting close to having everything I need. Luckily, I uploaded the Stafford Legacy sims to the exchange as well, so I still have them. Now it's just a matter of putting all the pieces together!<br />
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I'm going to start a poll to see how many of my followers are still active readers or at least following enough to know that a new chapter should be out soon. Please vote!<br />
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~QDUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-91858467268759160302011-07-26T21:19:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:19:09.199-07:00Lion upgrade issuesHello all,<br />
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So in case you haven't heard, a new operating system for Macs was just released. The new operating system is AWESOME, but unfortunately the Sims games aren't running very well on it. Hopefully the Sims teams are working on patches to update the games for the new system, but until then, I'm stuck without either of my sims games :(<br />
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So I will let you know when I am able to play again. Hopefully soon!<br />
<br />
~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-81904593014907270582011-07-11T06:50:00.000-07:002011-07-11T06:56:33.932-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 7: Escape Route<div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“Where are we??” Victoria blinked against the faint light that lit the tiny apartment.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Don’t worry about where we are,” Belle replied a little quietly.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“But how did you know to get me? How do you know what’s going on? And who Anthony is?”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“I’m still living with your parents… I mean… with your father.” The light in Belle’s eyes faded as the realization came back.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">Victoria hadn’t thought about how hard this must have been on Belle, watching her older sister grow old and die while she herself stayed young. Victoria could see the strain on Belle’s beautiful, ageless face. There was a slight darkness under her eyes and stress lines, in spite of the fact that she no longer aged.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“But how did you know about my problems with Clyde?” Victoria asked, trying to change the subject.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Being a vampire has its benefits,” Belle replied with a slight smile. Victoria saw her relax a little. “I overheard your confessions to Emory when you came to visit. I can hear almost any conversation perfectly within a certain distance. I looked into it and asked around for as much info as I could find.” Belle plopped down onto the couch wearily.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“Reuban wasn’t kidding when he told me I would carry the weight of the family’s burdens on my back for eternity.” Victoria recalled that Reuban was the vampire who had kidnapped and subsequently changed Belle to spite Emory for running away from his marriage proposal in the 1600s. </div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Aunt Belle, I’m SO sorry,” Victoria said with a sort of reverence. She sat down gently beside her.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“Oh honey, it’s not your fault at all. As soon as I heard about your situation I couldn’t wait to get you out of there. You’ll just stay here and keep a low profile for a few days and then I’ll bring you to Anthony’s.”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">Victoria’s heart lept in a way she wasn’t used to.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Anthony? I’m going to his apartment?”</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">Belle cracked a smile. “Of course! I’ve talked to him, and he’s willing to let you move in while you figure stuff out.” Victoria’s chest felt like it was about to explode. She had talked to Anthony? He wanted to help her?</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Wow, Aunt Belle. I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much!” Victoria hopped off the couch and pulled her into a big hug.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">But then as she glanced around and her belongings laying on the ground, she felt the pit of her stomach drop out.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“Oh my God.”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“What?” Belle asked, sensing the sudden fear in her voice.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“I left the chest at his house. Clyde’s house. Oh my God.” Belle grabbed her shoulders.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Victoria, you can’t go back for it. It’s too risky. I’m… I’m sorry.” Victoria felt a lump grow in her throat.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“I… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">have</i> to,” Victoria breathed. “I can’t leave Emory’s chest with that horrible person. Who knows what he’ll do with it?”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“Victoria, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">please</i>,” Belle pleaded. “You can’t. Who knows what he’ll do to you? I’ve risked so much getting you away from there. You can never go back. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Please</i>.”</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“I’m sorry, Victoria. I know what it meant to you. The sun’s already up, but why don’t you try to get a bit of sleep. You’ve had a long night.”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">Victoria climbed into the guest bed, but she couldn’t sleep. She just laid staring into space. She wasn’t going to give up the chest that easily.</div><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-72381000090563066142011-07-02T15:25:00.000-07:002011-07-02T15:25:01.104-07:00A Little Shameless Advertising... My New Art Blog!Hello my lovely legacy readers :)<br />
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I have started a blog to showcase my artwork. I explain the whole idea and process in the first entry. I'd really love it if you all checked it out and followed me! I'm looking for comments and constructive critisism so I can improve as an artist.<br />
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http://anartistsjourney-queendivetta.blogspot.com/<br />
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The next chapter of the Stafford legacy is written and the pictures have been taken! All I have to do now is edit the pictures and put them together in the blog :) Won't be long now!<br />
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Thanks everybody!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-35027086412396446572011-06-28T04:38:00.000-07:002011-06-28T04:38:25.243-07:00New Poll: Victoria's ChildrenHello everyone!<br />
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So I'm getting a drawing tablet for my computer in the mail today to enhance my photo editing, so I'm really excited to play around on that this afternoon!<br />
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For those of you who haven't seen it, I wanted to make an official announcement that I've added a new poll to the blog regarding how many children you want Victoria to have. Please go vote, as all of your opinions matter to me!<br />
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Thank you so much for reading the Stafford Legacy, and I will be getting a new chapter out within the next few days!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-30924072214145573232011-06-22T11:48:00.000-07:002011-06-22T11:53:40.880-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 6: Bitter Pain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><i>(Author's Note: To those of you who didn't notice, this chapter was released within about 24 hours of the last chapter. Since this isn't very common nowadays with me, I wanted to remind those of you just rejoining us to go read Chapter 5 before this one!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;">“I don’t care, you WON’T see him again!”</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><div style="text-align: center;">“You are NOT my mother!” Victoria screamed at him for what seemed like the millionth time.</div></span><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-67477882851542905352011-06-09T14:47:00.000-07:002011-06-09T14:47:49.044-07:00Quick UpdateHello everybody!<br />
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I just wanted to make yet another excuse for my long hiatus. I want you all to know that I haven't stopped the legacy, and I'm still writing parts of the story. I haven't posted in a while because I got a full time job over the summer, so I've been really busy. But I promise, I'm still working on the Stafford Legacy and writing the story.<br />
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Thank you for reading and for your support! And to my new followers of late, thanks for joining us!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-9355962620788835662011-05-01T16:18:00.000-07:002011-05-01T16:23:41.179-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 4: Connection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“I want him OUT of my house!” Clyde yelled.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“It’s the least you owe him after what you did!” Victoria retorted right back. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaztGhr4BMUsnqV926BYzel6H_ATd04rcA79E36grbRIHuLBHL8qzFvs8je-FJdRi79ZlZF7idpRRfuHJV7dxZtgjQSxgA0qBDhdadEiFL0osZrYtHQU1GjilNreiFH26XE11nh4v2Qd4/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaztGhr4BMUsnqV926BYzel6H_ATd04rcA79E36grbRIHuLBHL8qzFvs8je-FJdRi79ZlZF7idpRRfuHJV7dxZtgjQSxgA0qBDhdadEiFL0osZrYtHQU1GjilNreiFH26XE11nh4v2Qd4/s400/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">Victoria shot Anthony a look that said “Don’t mind him” and then joined him on the couch to eat. They all ate silently and quickly, and then Anthony stood to leave. </div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“Well, I guess I’d better get going.” Anthony said.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“I’ll go with you, I want to make sure you get back alright,” Victoria said, also standing.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPYfRw2APBNxyqoeagFhqdcrhyCEIj1ssR6kyJXZUlE9yQhwMk9Igrdp2ElgyV4vLlvNr4gcktWhiPE_GjL6n1leNdEsy1cdXkJn7jLNsFrqP92auuNp7MDBYXTch1asTvGGqYMsOjh0/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPYfRw2APBNxyqoeagFhqdcrhyCEIj1ssR6kyJXZUlE9yQhwMk9Igrdp2ElgyV4vLlvNr4gcktWhiPE_GjL6n1leNdEsy1cdXkJn7jLNsFrqP92auuNp7MDBYXTch1asTvGGqYMsOjh0/s400/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“Oh no you won’t!” Clyde raised his voice.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“I am NOT a child, Clyde! I’m going!” Victoria yelled, storming outside to follow Anthony.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLFu13ysCp1wu_tPO310NS08N_pvqoiLpTXoigE9Gb92LOzKUiQArrF-J8b7KA2Q9w2wxCcX14DVtv3Fnscc98TAmc0qxWC228lZtbvF6KSei3gV0IMe2TiHKhRChBrWCc0Xdj-PRurI/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLFu13ysCp1wu_tPO310NS08N_pvqoiLpTXoigE9Gb92LOzKUiQArrF-J8b7KA2Q9w2wxCcX14DVtv3Fnscc98TAmc0qxWC228lZtbvF6KSei3gV0IMe2TiHKhRChBrWCc0Xdj-PRurI/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“I appreciate your help,” Anthony started, “but you don’t need to see me home. I feel alright.”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“It’s the least I can do,” Victoria smiled. “Plus, I’d take any excuse to get away from there.”</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“Well, I live in an apartment complex a few blocks down the road. Shall we walk?” </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwkj6ZKnP9DiSAHbX-dAJnXvaL5CT1QAms9m5qfVIFPVfj2dx0hu9qqQKRErWoQHJIib8PtMReBG4-YRU0SIGKVVaBQI_XIltcT8nrtTmY_wrOSKqEChGlNCWuaArnHvv_7zEdXjVEBc/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwkj6ZKnP9DiSAHbX-dAJnXvaL5CT1QAms9m5qfVIFPVfj2dx0hu9qqQKRErWoQHJIib8PtMReBG4-YRU0SIGKVVaBQI_XIltcT8nrtTmY_wrOSKqEChGlNCWuaArnHvv_7zEdXjVEBc/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“And that’s about it… I rely on him for a place to stay. What about you? Who’s this Margaret Kepley you mistook me for at the club?” Anthony blushed a little bit.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: 0in;">“Eh… she was supposed to be my blind date. I’m a little shy and… well my friend set me up with a date and I was supposed to meet her there.”</div><br />
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I know it's been a while since I posted a chapter, I'm sorry! We are in the throws of final exams and I've been studying/practicing like crazy (I'm a voice major). Our exams are about two weeks long, but after today (I have three performance-based exams today) I will be nearly done.<br />
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So hopefully some time this weekend I'll be able to get another chapter out. And then after Wednesday, I'll be done with classes and be able to post much more frequently on a regular basis.<br />
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Thank you all for being patient! Exams are a doozy this year... be back soon!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-13757070020674157912011-04-26T16:41:00.000-07:002011-04-26T16:41:50.473-07:00Another note on Exchange sims...Hey everybody!<br />
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I can't believe my Stafford Legacy sims have already received as many downloads as they have! Thank you so much!<br />
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I would really appreciate it if you would take just a second to Recommend them. It only takes a second to click the button, and I'm trying to get to at least 100 Recs so I can get the forum badge :) Plus it's great to know that you all appreciate my work!<br />
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Thanks again for your DLs, everybody! You all are awesome!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-68408620084456314972011-04-25T18:16:00.000-07:002011-04-25T18:16:39.440-07:00TSL Simmies have arrived on the Exchange!Thank you all so much for voting in my poll!<br />
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Since 10 of you said you'd definitely add them (5 of which said they'd actively play them!) and all but 1 of you said you'd at least consider downloading them, I've uploaded them all to the exchange, complete with little bios and sources of their CC. I'm not sure how much transfers on it's own, but if you find something is not transferring and want to know where it's from and it's not listed on the download page, let me know and I'll get you the answers!<br />
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Here are the links. They have been individually uploaded as separate sims so you can choose which ones you want.<br />
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Emory Stafford: http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028526<br />
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Thomas Stafford: http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028521<br />
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Belle Stafford (as she arrives; teen and before vamp transformation): http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028512<br />
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Belle Stafford (adult after vamp transformation): http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028520<br />
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Victoria Stafford: http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028527<br />
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Clyde Young: http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028515<br />
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Anthony Struette: http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=4028514<br />
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I'd love to see pictures of what you do with them... what would have happened if Belle never became a vampire? If Victoria fell for someone else? If Emory suddenly decided to embrace modernism? If Victoria suddenly decided to embrace her roots in the 1600s? You decide! I'd love to hear stories, see pictures, etc.!<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-53636610397562132932011-04-10T06:27:00.000-07:002011-04-10T06:27:31.135-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 3: Brawl!<div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Victoria turned to him in a dazed confusion. “Excuse me?”</span><!--EndFragment--> </div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-43843153628775843892011-04-06T18:48:00.000-07:002011-04-06T18:48:17.911-07:00Update on it's way!Hello everyone!<br />
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Thank you for being so patient with me as I enjoy my new Sims Medieval game :) It's been a blast, and there's still so much I want to do! I've also taken up writing short stories (nothing long like this, just little stuff) for the forums and have gotten some nice response.<br />
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I've also found some ways that maybe in the future can be used to integrate Medieval shots into the story for this legacy as well. The potential is really exciting!<br />
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I am now back, however, and will try to start updating more frequently again. I have written the next chapter and will try to take the pictures tomorrow and have it published by the end of the week. So check back soon!<br />
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Also, in response to the poll, it looks like I'll be uploading my legacy simmies to the exchange! I know the poll's not quite closed, but it looks like 9 of the 11 people that have voted have supported in some way my adding of the sims to the exchange (and some even said you'd play them as the active family... I'd love to see pics if you do!). Thanks for voting!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-85474896019558453882011-03-22T19:46:00.000-07:002011-03-22T19:46:03.408-07:00Brief Hiatus...Hello everyone!<br />
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So, as most of you probably know, Sims Medieval was released today! I have received my preorder, and I absolutely love it!<br />
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I'm taking a tiny bit of time off of writing my legacy in order to "break in" the new game... while still keeping up with college and work and stuff... haha. So I won't be gone too long, but do know that I'm off enjoying the new game :)<br />
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Meanwhile, I hope you all will enjoy catching up on chapters you may have missed, and I'll be back and posting again in no time!<br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-20895052986050738362011-03-19T16:31:00.000-07:002011-03-19T16:31:48.752-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 2: Loosen Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Come ON, Vic, loosen up!” Victoria had become very accustomed to hearing this from Clyde the past few days. “All you’ve done since you moved in is go to work and come home and write on your computer.”</span><!--EndFragment--> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdTLWnG3CyivZphTSJ243z6D96wZ_rcLFRlrhm1g5xkH6LcZCNkeW7kNsWv5v857Q39yKcvS95DDWvUvNvyDTZw-PFfTICKxoeT-XdC9KDYv3t3eY2EAmwTPEwvCv4FtlW_tYXp3TXhs/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdTLWnG3CyivZphTSJ243z6D96wZ_rcLFRlrhm1g5xkH6LcZCNkeW7kNsWv5v857Q39yKcvS95DDWvUvNvyDTZw-PFfTICKxoeT-XdC9KDYv3t3eY2EAmwTPEwvCv4FtlW_tYXp3TXhs/s400/Screenshot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> </div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">“I’m sorry, Clyde, but I’ve got to get these articles written for work.” Deep down, Victoria had been hiding behind her work. She was afraid of her strange feelings for Clyde and this newfound freedom. She didn’t know what to do with herself.</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What happened to the young, feisty Victoria from high school?” As Victoria stood and turned to face Clyde, she asked herself the same question.</span><!--EndFragment--> <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXilja0xjbW46q3bKXZJdq2Sb-fo1jXthm2AHE4uA68aEHYAIb0eeKftiOoC-ipNIuORXPMSczo7q5Pe-2Iqw9CZjZEcY8WBnrGOJY-MTQT3aMYEoDOjHxBYaKYI5a6Q16AlfQyQCYYk/s1600/Screenshot-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXilja0xjbW46q3bKXZJdq2Sb-fo1jXthm2AHE4uA68aEHYAIb0eeKftiOoC-ipNIuORXPMSczo7q5Pe-2Iqw9CZjZEcY8WBnrGOJY-MTQT3aMYEoDOjHxBYaKYI5a6Q16AlfQyQCYYk/s400/Screenshot-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> </div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">Victoria didn’t know whether to run or give in. Her emotions always went wild around him. She honestly couldn’t tell if she was frightened or excited.</div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">She looked down again at her computer. He had a point. She would do better work if she took some time to relax. She sighed in consideration.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEg7tY8EaqkCbnahxumaZJyQb9dtIwnvgsg5HrLHA_XpK0qwXykxh3OYi9F5ar7-psXINjXik72WJNmttHqH3Kq-J3lc93sJDWpmaKjr5vroUINBEtJozHsdY9B7GnVKBKPuWMQDG6hs/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEg7tY8EaqkCbnahxumaZJyQb9dtIwnvgsg5HrLHA_XpK0qwXykxh3OYi9F5ar7-psXINjXik72WJNmttHqH3Kq-J3lc93sJDWpmaKjr5vroUINBEtJozHsdY9B7GnVKBKPuWMQDG6hs/s400/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">“Alright. I suppose you’re right,” she finally said. Clyde let out a whoop.</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMuy5FHTd_H2_UelmwvS69jflYA9a1pp0z6VwIDhwojhqQ8p5ek9MX26Pfe2TNt57FBnPLIi6uj8OsdQ_HeWf7ubCOGoDXZlIUAua5ITNMlWFDTnKIYzJsXEdN1JPK5lk083CCJZaAXY/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMuy5FHTd_H2_UelmwvS69jflYA9a1pp0z6VwIDhwojhqQ8p5ek9MX26Pfe2TNt57FBnPLIi6uj8OsdQ_HeWf7ubCOGoDXZlIUAua5ITNMlWFDTnKIYzJsXEdN1JPK5lk083CCJZaAXY/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> </div><div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="mso-list: none; tab-stops: .5in;">Isn’t this what she had always wanted? The freedom to go out on her own and do this stuff? To choose her own destiny? </div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Then why was she so scared?</span><!--EndFragment--> <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3KamTGYnug4Db-lL6Z6fjuG1-zhDP0oHK7Tj_u34YhMWJ8qJir30tWPJadI5oOcgV8lWEgWFtryCkSw9BhFXg-bEogtORIJ2VzeFR3FhBNiF0I2XZAw7-tj2HLqalArqdkSuKrpWvAU/s1600/Screenshot-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3KamTGYnug4Db-lL6Z6fjuG1-zhDP0oHK7Tj_u34YhMWJ8qJir30tWPJadI5oOcgV8lWEgWFtryCkSw9BhFXg-bEogtORIJ2VzeFR3FhBNiF0I2XZAw7-tj2HLqalArqdkSuKrpWvAU/s640/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Upon entering, Victoria was greeted by a dark room, primarily lit by a blacklight and flashing lasers. The room was slightly foggy and had a huge dance floor. </span></div><br />
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~QueenDivettaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605280034562432606.post-77331673830833263012011-03-14T16:35:00.000-07:002011-03-14T16:35:56.652-07:00Generation 2; Chapter 1: Freedom at Last?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4tjGJPQJsl7oCNTeQEMmgjt14IN-SiCX0YdBqYsYSMi5s3Ojt-6YZA1F-bUSxXVnHGaJjmw_by75mdP06Pb67BgEtD4jbfXS6bkSDFhYzNrvmvmwDWE0fhCEDMF9fpMbSA1JYLO40Tw/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4tjGJPQJsl7oCNTeQEMmgjt14IN-SiCX0YdBqYsYSMi5s3Ojt-6YZA1F-bUSxXVnHGaJjmw_by75mdP06Pb67BgEtD4jbfXS6bkSDFhYzNrvmvmwDWE0fhCEDMF9fpMbSA1JYLO40Tw/s400/Screenshot-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">The day had finally come. The chokehold Victoria Stafford’s mother had held on her life for the past two years had finally lifted. On this, her high school graduation day, she was finally free to move out on her own and away from her mother, Emory Stafford.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheiMIAjKvyabj_fmMOKT4KRdpNWxMZnXOM4gsOdnBY8uLCSpYEGRX1DFksekc3tMoUOM_cZXBJgYuyuQv18scNF1a_h2Dx-p7OEW1S_dNpMWdYgimIg7tm1tW7zjbJjQH4q0nmV3QzbiI/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheiMIAjKvyabj_fmMOKT4KRdpNWxMZnXOM4gsOdnBY8uLCSpYEGRX1DFksekc3tMoUOM_cZXBJgYuyuQv18scNF1a_h2Dx-p7OEW1S_dNpMWdYgimIg7tm1tW7zjbJjQH4q0nmV3QzbiI/s400/Screenshot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">Without any money of her own, she had been forced to ask Clyde if she could move in with him. He had told her he lived in a tiny house on the outskirts of uptown, and while she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of living with him, she knew it had to be better than where she was coming from.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_cu3CbQvSMbWiq2MMGVZUNVncgQvy7Smt97JvOLeGaTgNgaTDMlzHRzYLsVzFFoWlkhE6HbHo7-xBL-kQ2Wsc7ELBwXHE9Avgcs5miPuffGf-B5eS-7ZvVcE0dA-U3M926tL02Dhl-8/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_cu3CbQvSMbWiq2MMGVZUNVncgQvy7Smt97JvOLeGaTgNgaTDMlzHRzYLsVzFFoWlkhE6HbHo7-xBL-kQ2Wsc7ELBwXHE9Avgcs5miPuffGf-B5eS-7ZvVcE0dA-U3M926tL02Dhl-8/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">Checking to make sure Clyde had left for the party, she entered the small bathroom to take a shower. Placing her items on the sink, she looked into the mirror.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTSJVRhH1_hZVvola0i7E5jX86t_zilQ83BCC-PmU-G-rol7an8q_EiUbrcvq7W8fqR7VtpoesLO4VD3yapOO1DHzUZ0tgNuCWlWteGOoFr99cK3XNVTZAeRXWIOGMnivj_mw-s5Ed6k/s1600/Screenshot-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTSJVRhH1_hZVvola0i7E5jX86t_zilQ83BCC-PmU-G-rol7an8q_EiUbrcvq7W8fqR7VtpoesLO4VD3yapOO1DHzUZ0tgNuCWlWteGOoFr99cK3XNVTZAeRXWIOGMnivj_mw-s5Ed6k/s640/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">“Well,” she said to herself. “This is it. I’m free.” But gazing at herself in the mirror, she wasn’t sure she believed herself. The truth was, she was scared. Maybe even terrified. She had been so sure of what she wanted that she didn’t even realize how well off she had had it. And suddenly she was viewing herself as a sheltered child who had just abandoned her family on a whim.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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