tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67571175811767165432024-03-14T18:49:17.743+11:00Ivory's Sims StoriesUnique short stories from the heart and soul.
'Everyone you meet is afraid of something, has lost something and loves someone.' Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-26203664327723672502019-01-21T11:20:00.004+11:002019-01-21T11:20:55.934+11:00On the way back.Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-15134047899603559322017-05-31T17:21:00.001+10:002017-11-07T14:29:44.630+11:00
Sometimes the best decision is not the one you make for yourself, but the one that is made for you...
Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-22392741394258593842017-03-12T20:53:00.000+11:002017-03-12T21:56:38.445+11:00Bitter Sweet - Ch 11 - Finshing Touches
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Late
the next morning, after lying awake in bed for a few hours, Kelly finally got
up the courage to go downstairs and make some breakfast.
She
was feeling quiet happy as she made herself some eggs Benedict and was humming
happily to herself as she cooked.
As
she expected her grandmother came into the kitchen as she was finishing
cooking.
“Kelly,
I want to start a project with you that Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-77185842421823631472017-01-01T17:39:00.001+11:002017-01-01T17:39:22.920+11:00Bitter Sweet - Ch 8 - Deflating...
A
week later, Eliza was having breakfast with Reese one morning, as they were
finishing up she decided to take the opportunity to have a ‘friendly’ chat with him while the
opportunity was available to her.
“Now
Reese, you know I adore you to pieces as if you were my own son, but, I really must
insist that you to just keep doing, as you’ve always done and don’t get in my
grand-daughters Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-26665662981776476812016-12-20T11:22:00.000+11:002016-12-20T11:22:12.532+11:00Bitter Sweet - Ch 7 - Oil & Water
The car ride over to Willow Creek was
long and silent.
Kelly tried asking the driver a few
questions about where she was going, but he never really answered her other
than a nod or a muttered ‘Don’t know Miss.’; so she let the half conversations
fall into silence.
Finally the car stopped, the driver came
and opened her door letting her out, then he got back in the car and drove off
Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-88360954111159376952016-11-23T13:59:00.000+11:002016-11-23T14:32:52.701+11:00Bitter Sweet - Ch 6 - Boiling Point.
Kelly
arrived back home mid morning; it was a beautiful cool but sunny day. The
lavender bushes scent wafted lazily past her nose on the slight breeze that
caused her to get goose bumps on her arms for a moment.
Taking
in a deep breath she let her eyes look over the outside of her home, the wood
and stone merging perfectly in design, the memories of playing hide-an-seek
with her brothers, Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-28219341433346438902016-10-27T19:16:00.003+11:002016-10-27T20:12:16.239+11:00Bitter Sweet - Ch 5 - Sour Taste
The
twins birthday weekend came around fast.
Kelly
was happy to be at home again, seeing her Dad, brothers and even her Aunt Stacy
who had come over just for the birthday dinner. It seemed everyone was slowly healing.
After
dinner was cleaned up, Kelly bought out the simple vanilla cake she had bakes
which both her brothers had asked for. Confetti was thrown about the kitchen
and the house Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-74756335752077874232016-10-02T19:21:00.000+11:002016-10-02T19:21:39.972+11:00Ch 4 - No Recipe
That
night, Kelly’s dreams were strange and somewhat terrifying.
When she woke to her
alarm going off, she could only remember blurry fragments and even though she
knew it was a dream, she couldn’t help feeling very disturbed and her mind was
buzzing with questions.
Going
next door to Ella’s room Kelly knocked waiting for a moment.
“Come
on in.” Ella was as cheerful as always, but herIvoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-72365913391467347152016-03-30T09:14:00.000+11:002016-03-30T09:14:25.820+11:00Ch 3 – Thrown Together
The
taxi dropped Kelly off at the end of a long winding country estate road, a small way outside
of Windenburg.
After
watching the taxi drive away, Kelly turned to face a large almost intimidating building. She
stood for a moment spellbound by the old world charm beauty of the ‘collage’
she was to be attending for the next few years, which seemed to be something out of a fairy tale.
TheIvoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-71113023749059717922016-02-05T19:25:00.000+11:002016-02-05T19:25:03.230+11:00Bitter Sweet; Ch 2 - Salt with Sugar
Kelly
arrived home a bit later than Francis that evening; she had forgotten her phone
but had enjoyed the peace and quiet of not being disturbed while she had been
able to really settle down in a cosy corner of the library and read the entire
science journal.
Stopping for a moment
on the front pathway she noticed her Aunt Stacy’s car was parked on the front
right side of the front lawn. Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-70615811803704492672015-12-04T14:55:00.000+11:002015-12-04T14:55:05.254+11:00Bitter Sweet: Ch 1 - Rising Heart
The
evening was perfect.
The
lightest of breezes cooled the summer evening, the lighting from the lounge shone
off Bianca’s’ soft skin, making her look like the goddess she was.
She
knew what Devon was going to do, but dare not ruin his moment. His hands shook
as they held hers tenderly, she couldn’t help but smile at him; she adored him
so much her heart hurt with the feeling it Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-79407355432190731112015-10-09T13:10:00.001+11:002015-10-09T13:10:44.745+11:00Back Soon...Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-46981452301967984522015-06-16T13:10:00.005+10:002015-06-16T13:10:47.166+10:00Liebster Award
I was surprised and delighted to have been nominated for this award by my good friend and one of my long term writer buddies, Daijah V. I find her work and many other of my friends writings amazing, so to have been nominated for something like this did bring happy tears to my eyes to know that someone as talented as DJ thinks that I am worthy of such an award.
The Liebster Award is Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-41619504553658849242015-03-02T09:07:00.002+11:002015-03-02T09:07:09.825+11:00And Things Stay The Same...
Finally, enough people rallied together and stood up for being treated unfairly, and we WON!!!
Google had so many people emailing and complaining that their new 'policy' was unfair, so rather than cracking down on the ordinary people (aka You and me) they are targeting the real jerks that almost ruined it for the rest of us.
WAY TO GO EVERY AWESOME, CREATIVE BLOGGER :DIvoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-44638143772026105822014-12-01T18:19:00.003+11:002015-02-27T16:31:56.181+11:00THANKS Blogger... NOT!Well, as most of you I'm sure have seen the update from blogger... if not... you can read up here...
New Content Policy
SO, sadly this blog will be on the way side, so please link it if you've not already otherwise you won't be able to see it anymore.
So, with that, I have a new Blogger starting up here >>> IvorysS4Tales
Feel free to pop on over and follow along
Tata for now from Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-62809901976200350922014-08-14T20:39:00.001+10:002014-08-14T20:39:06.718+10:00Doll Eyes - Cancelled
To all my friends and devoted readers; due to my LIFE becoming extremely busy of late, it is with great sadness and a heaviness on my heart that I have to tell you all that I am cancelling Doll Eyes and all other story writing until things get back on track.
It just seems that no matter how hard I try there just seems to be no time at the moment for me to devote to my writing, and when I do Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-64580812998251940972014-08-04T15:04:00.002+10:002014-08-04T15:17:49.401+10:00Doll Eyes; 1.3 - Slowly Slowly
Later
that afternoon Lydia was looking through Charles’s bookcases in his office
while he researched everything he could find on the Sim anatomy and the effects
of coming out of a coma.
It
wasn’t quite what was happening to the doll girl upstairs, but it was as close
at what they had both decided would be way to approach the situation.
“She’ll
need some clothes...” Lydia though out-aloud Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-74765583671727497922014-07-16T20:40:00.002+10:002014-07-16T20:41:42.890+10:00Doll Eyes; 1.2 - No Idea...
Over
the weekend Charles made the most of his new research room by getting to work
on his project as soon as he had some free time, which was as soon as he woke at
3am on Saturday morning.
Everything
he needed was provided without question, even his new lab partners and their
assistances were as excited as he was about his ideas and what he was
endeavoring to accomplish.
Carefully
CharlesIvoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-71780359845668506912014-06-29T13:38:00.002+10:002014-06-29T13:38:09.123+10:00Doll Eyes; 1.1 - Not So New
As
the wind picked up it made the old roof creak; a loose unseen window shutter from
somewhere around the back of the property, banged nosily against the side of
the dilapidated mansion.
Leaning
on the rusted fence railing letting out a small sigh, Charles gave an absent
minded nod as his eyes traveled across the yard that was just as neglected as
the house.
“Don't
worry; in a couple of Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-71801851940437310852014-06-25T12:45:00.000+10:002014-06-25T13:15:29.294+10:00Doll Eyes; Prologue
Seemed like only
yesterday; a brand new baby girls nursery room full of toys all shiny and new,
with the neat and clean aura of everlasting happiness buzzing about the mansion.
The pleasant scent of baby powder accompanied giggle filled lavender bath-times
and mothers jasmine perfumed hugs and soft kisses.
There she sat
like a princess, waiting ever so patiently with sparkling silver eyes Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-64607682922179129562014-04-14T18:05:00.001+10:002014-04-14T18:23:06.728+10:00A Short Break...
Due to many many things happening in my life right now, I am sorry to say that I have to take a slight pause for a while with my writing, but be assured that I will be back with more wit, drama and romance when everything settles down.
To all my wonderful and nutty friends out there, thankyou for making me laugh, cry and being my leaning pole when I needed it most.
Also Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-69860300389678766902014-04-06T06:54:00.001+10:002014-04-06T06:54:25.078+10:00Gilded Intentions - 1.8
Release
The
desert of the Simhara was hot, as all deserts are. The air was stiflingly hot
and dried out Reiss’s throat as he took in a deep breath and walked up the
steps and into the crypt.
Matt
and Adette waited outside in the shade.
“Do
you think he’ll be alright?” Matt whispered to Adette as he wrapped his arms
about her shoulders gently.
Adette
nodded slowly. “I do, Ivoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489529489721217423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757117581176716543.post-85535181173964503482014-03-29T16:24:00.000+11:002014-03-29T16:24:49.816+11:00Gilded Intentions - 1.7
A King Dethroned.
After
watching from the upstairs window for a few minutes, Kiren and Adette had seen a
truck had pulled up by the driveway; a few burly looking men then unloaded and
moved some large wooden crates to the garage door. Quickly dressing, Adette
waited for Kiren to quickly get dressed, and then they went downstairs to have
a closer look at what was going on.
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