Chapter 1 Coming Soon

I have just finished Chapter 1 of Waiting for the Sun. I just need to edit, work on pictures then it will be posted.

xoxo
Simnamin

Metropolis Cove

So what is Metropolis Cove? The actual question should be … where is Metropolis Cove and what do you do there?

Metropolis Cove is a sim roleplaying board where I spend a lot of my time at, creating a storyline with my pals. It’s so much fun and very exciting. Our characters are always involved in some crazy drama, love triangles and twisted plots. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried and went through the same emotional rollercoasters with some of my characters. I know what you’re thinking … nuts?!? Nah, it’s really a great way to enjoy writing when you’re not interested in writing your own story.

If you’ve never tried it, you should.

Come check us out! You’ll love it.

WFTS – Prologue

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These days, it always seemed to be raining; the dark blue sky filled with smoky, thick gray clouds. It felt like the sun would never shine again. Its rays would never touch my face, kiss it with its warmth and color my cheeks with a tinge of pink.

The Sun made me feel alive, made my heart flutter, especially when it would penetrate through the spreading branches and thick green leaves of the woods. I would spend countless hours outside, as I was born from the earth itself. I would pad through the moist meadow, feeling the squishy dirt between my toes. I loved the feeling in the morning, when the dew settled into the grass and tickled my feet with its cool dampness. I would miss it.

The rain had been falling for hours on end now, plopping and plinking against the windows of the car. I hated to sit still. I just wanted to wiggle; to laugh; to smile again. What I wanted now was to be as free as a bird. I wanted to fly from branch to branch, as they did, singing their harmonious songs. When I closed my eyes, I could still hear them chirping their love songs to mother earth. What blessed creatures. How I envied their freedom right now. They were out there, waiting for the rain to clear, to take flight, to be free. And I … I was trapped in the back of a sedan, strapped down in the seat, waiting for my fate.

“She’s so quiet. Is she asleep?” said a woman, dressed properly in a dismal gray and white suit, her dull brown hair swept up into a tight bun. She seemed confined too. Had she never felt freedom?

“I don’t know Olga. I am paying attention to the road. Just look back and see for yourself,” said the man, in a low monotone voice. He did not turn or tilt his head. Not even once did I see his eyes in the rearview mirror. His mind was stuck on one task, driving.

I felt her movement, the seat squeaking slightly when she moved. I snapped my light tangerine eyes open, only to stare straight into Olga’s. Her small black pupils surrounded themselves with a lifeless shade of brown, as boring as her appearance. I felt pity for her. I can tell she too was trapped, but by her own choice, by the restraints of society.

Startled, she held a hand to her chest and murmured, “Oh Jesus. You scared me,” she gasped, swallowing the lump, which formed in her throat.

Why was I the one to scare her? She scared me. She was just like a ghost, except she was alive. She lacked a soul. She lacked the power to drop the shackles of her imprisoned existence, unable to liberate herself from the boring humdrum. She lacked life. What a disappointment. I sighed.

She frowned when my lips curved downward. Olga must have felt sympathetic because her plump hand began to pat my head. I cringed when Olga touched me and she quickly withdrew from contact. “It won’t be much longer dear,” she said, reaching into her bulky taupe purse, to pull out a fruit punch juice box and a packet of cheese and peanut butter crackers. “Would you like a snack?”

What was that crap she was giving me? My parents would have never given me packaged snacks. It was gross. I made a face and my head began to nod side to side.

“But you haven’t eaten since yesterday,” said Olga, her voice sounding strained and persistent. “Please take them.”

I shook my head again. I wasn’t interested in juice and crackers. What was I, a prisoner? My surroundings dawned on me; I was a prisoner, captive in a car with two strange people. I sighed again, especially when I heard the tiny grumble of my stomach. Still, I didn’t want to be subjected to the processed food. I rejected her offer.

“Just leave the girl alone Olga. If she doesn’t want to eat, let her go hungry. We can’t force them to do anything they don’t want to. Eventually, she’ll want to eat,” he said in a rather grumpy tone, flicking the control for the wipers to its fastest speed. They swished back and forth, tossing the rain off the windshield, only for more to beat down on the glass. He groaned and began to mumble some unrecognizable words. Olga smacked his arm and he ceased his cranky moaning.

The car grew quiet again. I liked it. I treasured silence. It made my senses sharper, although, recently, it’s like I lost the extra perception. The more distant I became with my land, my home, the more I lost a part of myself.

Tired of staring at the meters on the dashboard, I forced my vision out of the window. My sadness overwhelmed me once again. Although the car was traveling at 45 mph, when I saw the oversized wooden sign with scalloped edges and red writing, my world came to a stop.

“YOU ARE NOW LEAVING ARDEN FALLS.”

My small hands, which pressed against the glass, slowly traveled down my body until they cupped in my lap. One by one, my tears fell into the palm of my hands, forming a tiny puddle of sorrow. I didn’t want to believe it. They were tearing me away from all I’ve ever known. As much as I didn’t want to allow it, what choice did I have? I was just a kid.

Tired from all the aching sadness in my body, my eyes began to flutter close, losing consciousness of all that I was leaving behind. I could feel the darkness following, taunting me with its obscurity. It would hide the sun from me; sheltering me from the happiness that kept me alive and youthful. What would I encounter next? I was petrified to think of it. I was alone. I had no one left. It is just me, Nia.

Waiting for the Sun

Lately, I’ve been inspired to finally write. It just dawned on me how much I miss creating stories like I used to. I wanted to start up again and while I was sitting at my computer, roleplaying with my friends in Metropolis Cove, I was struck with an idea.

For the past week, I have been working  rather diligently and hope to soon publish it on my blog.

For those of you interested, my new story is called “Waiting for the Sun.” I haven’t written a synopsis but will get around to it during the week.

Before I go, I will leave you with an excerpt from the prologue:

These days, it always seemed to be raining; the dark blue sky filled with smoky, thick gray clouds. It felt like the sun would never shine again. Its rays would never touch my face, kiss it with its warmth and color my cheeks with a tinge of pink.

The Sun made me feel alive, made my heart flutter, especially when it would penetrate through the spreading branches and thick green leaves of the woods. I would spend countless hours outside, as I was born from the earth itself. I would pad through the moist meadow, feeling the squishy dirt between my toes. I loved the feeling in the morning, when the dew settled into the grass and tickled my feet with its cool dampness. I would miss it.

The rain had been falling for hours on end now, plopping and plinking against the windows of the car. I hated to sit still. I just wanted to wiggle; to laugh; to smile again. What I wanted now was to be as free as a bird. I wanted to fly from branch to branch, as they did, singing their harmonious songs. When I closed my eyes, I could still hear them chirping their love songs to mother earth. What blessed creatures. How I envied their freedom right now. They were out there, waiting for the rain to clear, to take flight, to be free. And I … I was trapped in the back of a sedan, strapped down in the seat, waiting for my fate.