Generation Reese Episode 1: Staring Over

As soon as I am able to fix the problem I will let you all know.

Good News, I acquired Sims University Life this week and am in love with the game.

And yes I heard all about Sims 4 and am overjoyed!!!!!!

I created a new family which includes Michelle and Mikaela Reese.

Currently Michelle is enrolled in Sims U. Go Llamas!!!!

Meanwhile, her sister is stuck at home.

She was unable to enroll due to age.


Welcome to a new story…

Michelle on her way to college.

That is her baby sister Mikaela behind the wheel.

Say hello to Michelle Lilian Reese, daughter of the late Mary and Marvin Reese of Bridgeport.

Sometimes fate has a way of changing everything for the positive.

Needless to say that is exactly what Michelle needed in her life.

The death of her parents turned her world upside down.

One moment, she was a young adult with the world at her feet, then all of a sudden she is caring for her teenage sister.

Michelle took a change moving from the city to the suburbs.

She took the insurance check and put a down payment on a small home.

All of a sudden, opportunity comes dancing up the sidewalk in a Llama costume.

Without a second thought, she takes an aptitude test, applies and is accepted to Sims University.

Go Llamas.!!!!

Michelle dreams of becoming a World Renowned Surgeon so she is majoring in science.

She is a wiz,passing test after test with flying colors and discovering all there is to know about nature.

When the Deans list printed her name, she was completely overjoyed.


Michelle and a rather devious fellow student during First Term.

Once, she set foot on campus, Michelle became extremely popular and joined the jock group.

Dorm life was not easy but, she made it through the entire ordeal.

Every male in the vicinity pursued her thanks to the irresistible trait that I gave her.

However, she had her eyes on one student….Tiberius Newton.

Michelle and Ty. A match made in Sims heaven.

On their first date.

A sweet, socially awkward geek who fell head over heels for her.

However, she found herself bombarded with phone calls from numerous men on campus.

Out of weakness, she dated a few just to test the waters.

One student named Anouki Moon, is completely smitten with her.

He calls her phone constantly desperate to connect.

They both share the same star sign but, he is hot-headed.

She wonders when that anger will be turned on her.

After one kiss, Michelle decides that this is not a good idea.

Out of guilt , she meets up with Tiberius and reveals her indiscretions.

He is furious and walks away from her.

Yet, Michelle refuses to give up. Ty was her first kiss  and woo hoo. There is no denying what they have.

After, a few dates and meet ups, Michelle and Ty are back together, going strong.

I am hoping for a house full of babies and a prosperous life together.

Here are a few more pics

Michelle felt that unlimited lifetime points were an issue that was an important issue that needed to be addressed.

The protest started out slow but, it grew into a huge success.

Little does she know that Lifetime points are unlimited but, I did not want to break her sim heart.

To be continued….

Michelle making an epic speech for her cause.


To be continued……



Shattering my writer’s block.


I started writing fan fiction six months ago just to fine tune my writing for a bit.

Everything seemed to be going pretty well.

I was receiving positive feed back and good constructive criticism.

Then all of a sudden, I was stopped in my tracks by writer’s block.

It seemed like no matter what I wrote it did not flow properly. I made the decision

to set my work aside. I started playing Sims 3.

I also started reading Under The Dome by Stephen King.

Out of the blue, a month ago my muse came back.

It took me nearly a month to finish my newest chapter but….I did it.

Here I am smiling and jumping for joy.

Thank God for music.

It always seems to kickstart my imagination every time.

If anyone is suffering from Writer’s block look for something anything that will rekindle that spark.

Don’t give up.

It happens to the best of us.

As long as you believe in what you are doing that is all that matters.


My Liebster Blog Nomination

What is a Liebster Blog Award?


A Liebster Blog Award is an award for bloggers who have less than 200 followers. I am very flattered that someone nominated me for this award. A heartfelt thank you goes out to a wonderful blogger named  Lifebeam.

Here are the rules:

1. Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog and link back to the blogger who presented this award to you.
2. List 11 random facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions from the nominator.
4. Present the Liebster Blog Award to 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed
5. Create 11 questions for your nominees.
6. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
7. Copy and Paste the blog award on your blog.

Eleven facts about me are :

  1. I love animals (cats, pigs , chincillas and iguanas).
  2. My favorite color is green.
  3. I was born and raised in NJ but, I do not have an accent.
  4. Survivor is my favorite television show.
  5. If I could trade places with a fictional character it would be Daenerys Targaryen.
  6. One guilty pleasure of mine is photography.
  7. Seven is my favorite number.
  8. I am a big King of The Hill fan.
  9. I am a writer of various forms of fan fiction.
  10. My cat believes he is my son.
  11. I was born on a Sunday

I would like to present the Liebster Blog Award to :

  1. Wonderful posts and positive feedback.
  2. This blog makes me laugh every time I read a post.
  3. A very awesome account of Comic Book Conventions
  4. Brave, Honest and Courageous caretaker of aging parents.
  5. For The Walking Dead Lover in you.
  6. Positive words for those who need them.
  7. An organic diva with a passion for fashion
  8. A refeshing perspective from an interesting lady
  9. A recent college grad in search of something better
  10. A young lady with a passion for television
  11. Movie reviews for the open minded set

Eleven questions for me…

1 What would be your dream job? My dream job is to become a writer for Law and Order.

2 What is your most fun childhood memory? Playing tag outside my childhood home in the summer.

3. What is your favorite color and why? Green because I love that is has so many variations and it represents spring.

4. What do you like most about blogging? I like being able to inspire and uplift people.

5. What kind of animal do you fear most? Black bears

6. Mac or PC?PC and IPOD Touch

7. What would you do if you have one million dollars?Pay off my college loans.

8. Do you have a favorite Dr. Seuss book? The cat in the hat.

9. Snow White, Cinderella, Belle, Jasmine or Ariel? Belle

10. Coffee or Tea? Tea

11. Any favorite candy? Red licorice shoe laces

My eleven questions for the nominees

1. What superpower do you wish you had?

2. Favorite television show?

3. Cats or Dogs?

4. What was your favorite subject in elementary school?

5. Zombies or Vampires?

6. What is one book you can not live without?

7. Are you a morning or a night person?

8. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

9. Superman or Batman

10. Android or Itunes

11. Who is your hero ??

I am at a loss for words. Thank you and good luck to all the nominees.

The writer’s soundtrack

My good old iPod!!

I find that listening to music helps me out a lot while I am writing.

Author Stephenie Meyer revealed that she used music from a band called Muse to help her creativity.

It worked out well for her so I gave it a try.

 Music has always been therapeutic in my life.

I have a song that brought me through the lowest and highest times in my life.

I have an eclectic taste in music which makes my iPod filled with a wide variety of artists.

My music has a way of clearing out the smoke from my daily brain fog.

It awakens my imagination in such a way that I find myself sitting at a computer typing until the “break of dawn”.

The shuffle mode on an iPod is fantastic and whomever created it was a genius.

It does wonders for my writer’s block.

Bloody Romance: short story excerpt

This is an excerpt of a short story called Bloody Romance.

I have been working on this for nearly two years.

Feedback is welcome and encouraged.

Bloody Romance

Samuel Jones sits at his kitchen table reading the front page of the New York Times. An article on the economy catches his eye. It is something about the stock market. For the moment it has his attention one hundred percent. The sun is almost invisible outside on his left side above stainless sink fixtures that were installed a week prior. They go perfectly with marble countertop. The cellular phone hidden in his pocket vibrates nearly seven times before it went to voice mail. This is the second cell phone that he brought in the past year. The last one cracked in his fist after the accident.

His bronze skin shimmers under the fluorescent light in the ceiling. The waves in his brown hair hung down to his shoulders. It was a good time to cut his hair. Yet, he had not had the time. A hunger built inside of him. The words on the page grew blurry. Normally, he raids the refrigerator but, it was more than that. He desired something else but, was unsure of what. Up out of the chair, he rose abandoning the paper on the table.
Through the living room, he travels across the soft fabric of the rug with his bare feet trailing. It was the one his mom helped him pick out. It was the only thing that did not clash with his beige walls and sand colored furniture. Up a flight of steps, he turns to the right and made his way up a hallway towards a lone door. The smell of lavender and honeysuckle enters his nose. He grips the door knob with his right hand and slowly opening the door not making a sound.

A young woman is bent over with her back to him tucking the end of a cranberry comforter into a mattress. The sound of her heartbeat begins to mesmerize him. He watches her smoothing out the spread. Dark ebony hair hangs to the nape of her neck. A crimson glow kisses the cinnamon hue on her bare arms and legs. She wears an emerald sun dress and silver sandals on her feet. Upon realizing that someone is looking at her, she pauses turning around. A look of concern washes over her face as she sees who it was.

“Is anything wrong,” she asked. Sam shakes his head with a sigh He folds his muscular arms over his chest. He is wearing a dark-colored tank top and black jeans that hangs low on his hips. The woman starts to ask him another question but, before she can finish her sentence his hands are around her forearms. The initial shock sets in as she stares into his blue-green eyes. A single tear falls from her eyes as she swallows.
Her heart pounds as he leans in placing his cheek against hers. The feeling makes her uncomfortable. Something is not right; she feels it in her gut. A first instinct is to try to break away from him and run. However, there is no telling how he would react. So, she stays still as Sam rubs his cheek against hers.

“It will be alright,” Sam said attempting to calm her. He runs his hands up to her shoulders and caresses her soft skin. Gently, he wipes away all of her tears. “Don’t cry, Laurie,” he says. A faint scent wafts through her pores along with the sweat that gathered at the small of her back. His eyes follow a glistening trail of sweat as it slid down her chest in-between her breasts and disappeared down lower. What he would give to follow it further down.

All of a sudden he winces as a pair of fangs tore through his gums. The feeling is excruciating as the teeth lowered filling his mouth with the bitter taste of his own blood. It is something that he will eventually become use to or so he told himself. He then swallows down the blood and it absorbs into his system. His pale pink lips part which reveals his sharp teeth as he lets out a sigh. Laurie stares in horror unable to understand what she sees. Her fear makes the blood within her veins pound. The sound was like the rhythm to a song. It is almost like an ominous melody that leads to a climax or a character’s early death. He shuts his eyes and listened to it allowing himself to slip into a trance. As he sways slightly, Laurie stares at him. There is no telling what he is going to do to her.

His eyes open slowly as Sam starts taking shallow breaths. A glazed over look is present. The hunger within takes control forcing his hand as he turns Laurie’s face to the right. Her jugular vein pulsates under her skin. Slowly, he traces his lips with his tongue as saliva builds in his mouth. One quick strike and he will be satisfied. For her, the pain will be excruciating and a small wound left on her throat.
Sam is fully aware that by doing so he will lose a very valuable person. She came to work for him a year ago. She agreed to work for him until her father’s debt was expunged. In exchange, he would shelter her. It is not her fault that he has been bitten. Nor was it her fault that he happens to be a shut in. The sunlight became his kryptonite that he avoids at all costs. His time of feeding is always late. Usually, his victims are women but, sometimes men. He makes it a point not to discriminate. Blood is blood. Each taste is different some bitter most sweet. Yet, Laurie’s blood is what would calm him.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” he replied, “I promise.”

Never give up

One dilemma that I have regarding my writing is ending a piece. I have written a dozen stories that I truly believe in but, the ending is the hardest part. One piece I have been working on for nearly fifteen years is one that I want to have published. I added so much to it that I am wondering when I should end it. I also have two stories that will make decent short stories once I buckle down at end them. I am sure that my characters will be overjoyed at this fact.

The reason why I feel this way about my writing has to do with some negative criticism that I received from a “friend” nearly ten years ago. I thought that she supported me but, I learned that behind closed doors, she laughed at me. Her words crippled me for so long that I thought about giving up. I assumed that my work was not good enough. However, a part of me has this tenacity to go on. It refused to let me walk away from something amazing. I could not possibly listen to one voice. I am still growing as a writer to this day because of my tenacity. I refused to give up on what I created.

Due to this new-found, fearlessness I began to write fan fiction. I use this outlet to end my writer’s block. It has helped more than I could imagine. I like writing about characters that I love.

I am working on going back for a Creative Writing MFA for the sake of continuing my education. I wanted to study something that I liked a lot. The fact that I have a Bachelor’s degree in Writing made me even more eager. The only thing that I have to worry about is how to put my mind back into a learning mode after being out of school for a few years. But, I will not have to worry about that until 2014.

All that I can say is just because one person does not like or understand your work does not mean that you should give up. Never stop writing because there is an audience out there for everything.

To quote one of my favorite lines from the movie Inception: ” You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling”.

Strong friendships.

There comes a time in life when you have to let a friendship sink.

If the other person involved feels that it should be saved

they will surface reaching out desperately for your hand to pull them out of the water.

Together you will rebuild what is broken and patch up what needs to be fixed.

Sometimes, people drift apart only to reconnect a year or so later to path the cracks and holes in their relationship.

It is then that people learn what it means to have a true friend.

My best friend lives down in Virginia.

He is married and has a little girl who is turning three this year.

We do not talk on the phone everyday or email one another.

For the most part we stay in touch over social media ( Facebook, twitter, instagram..etc.).

We check up on one another to be sure that we are both doing well.

It took me ten years to realize that a friendship can not be rushed.

There is no litmus test to determine what makes a great friend.

Every great relationship (no matter what kind) takes time.

When God removes someone from your life, let them go.

Its hard but, you are better off without this person.

I learned this last year after a friend was phased out of my life.

Every time I spoke to him on the phone, I felt drained.

This occurred for nearly six months until one day he became involved with something and we stopped talking.

When this man reappeared carrying with him even more drama, this time I did not let it bother me.

I thought about everything that he put me through and thus took a step back.

I heard from him once on New Years Eve but, I made the decision not to involve myself in his life.

Two days ago, I checked his Facebook page only to come upon a message that seemed to be directed towards me.

Only this time, I ignored it.

It is so true…..God does not make mistakes.