Chapter 5.11

Violet finally goes on a date but gets more than she bargained for.

I arrived at Crystal Meadows Downtown right at 8pm.  I’d spent three hours on my hair and makeup and to my surprise the bouncer let me right in.  I guess I looked like I belonged.

I didn’t see Chip anywhere so I plopped down an enjoyed some hookah in an effort to loosen up.  I had to drop $25 on the juice but I figured I might as well live it up while I could, even if I was going to be here alone.

After about an hour, Chip was still nowhere to be seen but I didn’t mind too much.  I had the loveliest view of the moon rising over the mountains.

“Violet?”  I turned and there was Chip, dressed in the same outfit from yesterday, rushing over to me.  “Wow, you look lovely,” he said wrapping me in an unexpected hug.

“Nice of you to show up!”  I offered sarcastically.

“I’m so sorry.  I got held up with some business stuff at home.  Please, won’t you join me for a drink at the bar?”  He grabbed my hand and led me over to the nicest bar I’ve ever seen.  We ordered some cocktails and a few appetizers and I was pleasantly surprised by Chip’s demeanor.

“So, tell me about you?” He asked politely.

“I don’t know.  You kind of know everything.” I joked.  I came here about 6 months ago and I’m still trying to figure out who I am.”

“Well,” he probed,” what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“That’s just the thing.  I don’t know.  It’s a long story, really.  My grandmother made me promise to fulfill our family legacy or whatever.  My great-great-grandma wanted to be president, my great-grandma wanted to be an astronaut.  So there’s those things to consider.”

“What, no medical school?” Chip joked.

“No, no.  I get out of that one since my mother and grandmother were world famous doctors!  But that’s enough of my sordid past.  Tell me about you!”

“Hey!”  Chip grabbed my hand.  “The karaoke machine is free!  Let’s sing!”  Before I could protest he’d pulled me over to the machine and queued up a song.

After squeaking through that nightmare, we found a secluded bench and sat down to chat some more.

“You know, I don’t usually do this, but would you like to come back to my place?”  Chip gave me a smile that melted my insides.

“I don’t usually do this either, but yes.”


I woke up the next morning in a room with soaring picture windows but Chip was nowhere to be found.

I poke around a bit and discovered I was in a huge damn house with incredible views of the ocean, a gigantic kitchen, a library, and an artist’s loft.  Finally, I heard Chip in the office, which, also had an incredible view.

Coincidentally, he was wearing the same clothes again.

“So, do you like only have one outfit?”

“Of course not.  Well, sort of.  It’s kind of my brand,” he shrugged sheepishly.

“Your brand,” I said slowly.  “Oh my GOD.  I know you.  You’re Chip Worthington.  You’re Alistair Worthington III, the male model.”

“Guilty as charged.” He smiled.

“Your dad is Alistair Worthington Jr, the oil magnate.  Your mom is Helena Harrimann Worthington, the actress, and your sister is Odalisse Worthington the artist.”  I stumbled back into a chair.  This was the son of the wealthiest man in the country.

“You sure know a lot about my family,” he chuckled.

“Uh, yeah!  You’re in all the newspapers and magazines.  Like…daily.  Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you didn’t recognize me.  I didn’t choose to be born into fame and fortune.  I’m a person.  It was nice to be treated like one.  Not one woman has ever yelled at me before.”  He smiled that smile again.

“Well.  You deserved it.”  I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.  “You better call me this time!”

Chapter 5.10

Violet tries to mix and mingle but ends up with unintended consequences.

Once people started buying my flower creations, they really started buying them!  I almost couldn’t keep up with the demand.  I wasn’t about to complain though because I was finally able to update the bajezzus out of my house.

I even had a proper kitchen — with ice cream maker, of course.  I was reluctant to give up my handmade dining room set, even if it wasn’t the most beautiful, I made it myself when I first got here so it was more sentimental than anything.

I also forgot how quickly kittens turn into cats.  Sox and Lox are fully grown terrors now.  Still cute but they have a habit of tearing up my house while I’m out.  I wonder what kind of conversations they have?

Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out just what I want to do with my life.  I’ll be honest, I never saw myself as a lifelong flower peddler.  I still remember what Nana said to me about fulfilling the family’s dreams so I’ve been studying for a military career with the hopes of becoming an astronaut like Great Great Gramma Mollie.  I’m also thinking a potential political run at some point once I get my life together.  So many dreams, so little time.

As much as I love Sox and Lox, I needed some human interaction.  I joined a singles group.  I know, it’s not one of my smarter ideas but I had to get out of the house and other clubs seemed so…stuffy.

The first meetup was at some place called “The Hangout” which should have maybe been a clue that I had made a mistake.  But nevertheless I went to the meetup and actually had a pretty good time to start.  There were 6 of us and the whole point wasn’t to pickup someone but just to chat and hangout so I was pleasantly surprised.

Before too long, that JACKASS from the Romance Festival arrived!  He had the audacity to show his face in this city after never calling me.  I took it upon myself to let him know exactly what kind of a piece of work I thought he was.

“HEY YOU!”  I yelled across the bar as I launched my attack.

“Oh!  Uh…Violet, right?”  He gave me a wink that would have normally melted my cold heart but we’d already played that game.

“Damn right it’s Violet!  You never called me!  You were all, ‘Hey can I get your number, cutie’ and then You.  Never.  Called.”  I really don’t know what came over me.  I think it’s too much time with the cats.

“I am so sorry about that, Violet.  Let me make it up to you.  How about a date to Crystal Meadows Downtown?  Say, tomorrow night?”

“Um.  Ok.”  I was shocked.  Crystal Meadows Downtown was the swankiest place in the city.  Well, in most cities even.  It’s like some place I’d only be able to afford if I had 100 children and sold them all plus my soul.

“Alright.  I’ll see you tomorrow night.  8pm.”  And he sauntered off.

I ran home and dug out my best outfit and panicked until I passed out sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

Chapter 5.9

Violet needs some money quickly but the odds are stacked against her.

As I promised Bee, I went full on cat lady.

Honestly, I didn’t mean to do it.  I really was just planning on getting a kitten.  Right?  And then the adoption guy showed up with two little kittens for me to choose from and well, I couldn’t.

Meet Lox and Sox.  I’m not entirely sure which is which since I’m constantly yelling at them and neither one answers.  But there you have it.  They’re lucky they’re cute since they’ve already destroyed my couch and an end table.

Which brings me to my next issue, or well, the issue that’s still an issue: money.

Bee wasn’t wrong when she said that I didn’t need a cat if I couldn’t feed myself.  I still can’t feed myself and now I’ve got babies with hungry bellies.  So I took my flowers and my woodworking and headed to the Romance Festival.  It seemed like prime grounds for people in need of a good gift.

I setup shop right next to the bathrooms.  No, it wasn’t the most romantic spot, but it was high traffic!  Location, location, location, am I right?

“How quaint!  A flower peddler here at the festival!”  Who did this butthole think he was?

“Um, I’m not employed by the festival.  Do you want to buy something?”

“Oh, goodness, no!”  He smiled smugly.  “I’m Chip!  And you might be?”

“Busy.  Get lost if you aren’t buying anything.”  I shooed him away from my prime real estate so others could gander the goods.

“Of course.  I’ll be back around later.  You’ll miss me.”

Ugh.  Some dudes.  What a weirdo.

Unfortunately, nobody wanted to buy anything.  People wanted roses or fancy vases or furniture.  I had none of those.  I packed up and left the festival empty handed.

Well, almost empty handed.  I don’t know what came over me but I ended up giving Chip my number.  He was cute, even if he was a bit of a butthead.

I did have a little bit of extra luck.  Being the Romance Festival, I was able to find some wild roses growing around the festival grounds.  Not about to miss out on an opportunity, I harvested all I could.  I went home and worked late into the night and stopped only to sleep.  I finished working the next morning.

I went all out.  Roses, vases, I even took pictures for Simstagram.  I wasn’t about to let more money pass me by.  I couldn’t afford to, literally.  The electric company was threatening to turn off my power if I didn’t pay by tomorrow.

I packed up my three new arrangements and headed to Willow Creek Riverfront Park in hopes of meeting some hoity-toity who might be interested in some roses for the holidays.

Everything was going great.  My setup was spectacular.  My flowers looked lovely.  My spot in the park was front and center.

And then it started to rain.  I’m not talking tiny sprinkles here either.

I mean giant, ass-kicking, huge drops of rain.  People were annoyed and running for cover.

Everything seemed hopeless.

But, to my surprise, people stopped at my table and bought out my entire stock!  I went home with $800!  More than enough to pay my bills and buy some food.

I got home to a hot mess of a house.  Turns out Sox sheds.  Like…a lot.  So I ordered a pizza and cleaned up the mess while I waited for it to arrive.  Then I paid my bills and I’ve never loved paying bills so much..

I also treated myself to a makeover.  A girl needs to look her best in order to sell flowers again tomorrow.  Those bills aren’t going to pay themselves, you know!

Welcome Home!

What used to be Eternally Yours is now home to all things SweetPoyzin!  We have a fancy new domain name, a spiffy new layout, and tons of new content coming your way.  Granted, it’s going to take a wee bit of time to work out all the kinks so please be patient as I figure out where I put things (I’ve already misplaced several headers and scared myself with the blog).

For those of you who come just for Eternally Yours — don’t worry!  I’ve kept you top of mind and made sure that Eternally Yours is featured right on the main menu.  You can drop down to any of the generational tables of contents and pick up right where you left off.

If you’ve come looking for my other short stories, they also have their own pages now.  Beware: they totally aren’t ready for prime time just yet.  It’s a work in progress since my stories are scattered across Tumblr, Facebook, and various blogs.

For my creation fans — there’s now a searchable portfolio with all my builds, sims, and custom content.  It’s also a construction zone so bear with me as I figure out how that whole mess works.

I’ve also added in some bonus goodies where you can learn about me, some of the awards I’ve gotten from other awesome bloggers, and you can also check out the mods/cc you’ll see poking around Eternally Yours.  There’s also a Donate button if you are so inclined to donate.  It is always appreciated but never required.

The bottom line is that I just had too many pages and not enough time.  So Sweet Stories, Poyzin Tales, SweetPoyzin Creations, and Eternally Yours all had to come together and learn to live together.  I hope you’re as excited about this new change as I am!  Here’s to 2019 and new adventures!

Cheers!
SweetPoyzin

Chapter 5.8

Violet has some big choices to make.

Alright.  I’m not one to admit that others might be right but I gotta be honest.  This shit sucks.  I’m out of money which means I’m out of food.  My mortgage payment is due…like yesterday.  I’m hungry, I’m cold, and now I’m wet because I have to scavenge for flowers, rocks, and other random crap just to get by another day and today, of course, it’s raining.  FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS.

And this is not to say that I don’t love my house.  I do!  It’s mine and I love it.  Buuuuuuuut…it might need a little more work.  That doesn’t mean Hadley and Lucifer were right.  It just means that, you know, I came to this conclusion 100% on my own.

Luckily the weather quickly changed and I was able to venture down to the community garden.  My diet these days is mostly lemons, basil, and onions.  I’m not the best smelling person but I get by.  I’ve found if I head out early in the morning, the heat isn’t quite so oppressive and I’m able to harvest and collect more than my fair share of goodies from around the neighborhood.

I was walking back home when I happened by one of the vendor stalls and there was PIZZA just lying on the ground.  PIZZA, people!

Never one to pass up an opportunity, I quickly snagged the pizza and headed home.  That would make a tasty lunch for sure.  I was so invigorated by my find that I decided there was no time like the present to clean up some of the trash and detritus from the front yard.

It’s still not perfect, but it’s a start.  I would have worked on it more but I needed to get down to the river to catch a few fish for dinner.  So far I had only been catching minnows but I had a feeling a big day was ahead.

But my luck had run out.  There were no fish to be had today.  Not even a minnow.

I went back home and dug into my pizza.  I was struck by just how alone I was these days.  The house was too quiet, all my friends and family were long gone.  It was just me.  I needed a buddy.  First, I needed to call my sister.

“Hi, Bee!  It’s me Violet.”

“Vi!  How are things?  Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.  I actually scored a great lunch.  Someone left a slice of pizza on the ground which is the best meal I’ve had in weeks!  Oh — and I’m thinking of getting a cat.”  There was silence on the other end of the line.  “Hello?  Bee!?  Did I lose the connection out here?”

No, I’m still here.  I’m just…shocked I guess.  Do you really think a cat is a good idea?  You can barely care for yourself.”

“That’s not true!  I’m doing just fine out here!”

“You literally just bragged about eating garbage pizza.  No, you’re not fine.”

“WELL I DIDN’T ASK YOUR OPINION ANYWAY.”  I hung up the phone and called the pet adoption agency.  The next available appointment was in a week.  Since I had some time to kill I decided to go to GeekFest in the city.  I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to sell some of my woodworking items and make a little extra cash.

Chapter 5.7

Violet’s back with a fresh start.

Hey-o!  It’s me, Violet.

Did ya miss me?  Probably not.  That’s ok though.  Since running away from home, I’m trying to keep a low profile.  Is it considered running away if you’re an adult?  Who knows — it doesn’t matter anyway.

What does matter is my new life.  I packed my stuff — well, actually I didn’t.  I really just up and left after Nana died and I didn’t take jack shit with me.  In hindsight, that was a mistake.  However, I wasn’t about to go crawling back to Mom and Lucian just so I could grab some childhood knick-knacks.  No, instead I hightailed it over to Oasis Springs and bought the cheapest (read: only) house I could afford.

It obviously needs a little TLC.  But I have a microwave!  That’s more than some people could say.  So I got that going for me.  I’ve decided I’m not ready to get a job yet.  I’ve got a little money left over from my home purchase so I can ride it out a little bit.  It’s giving me time to work on my hobbies.

I’m into woodworking now.  It seemed like a good idea since my house needs some elbow grease and a little love.  And who knows — maybe I’ll be able to sell a few things here and there when I need a little extra cash.  Never hurts to know a thing or two.

You may have noticed my new tattoo.  Hadley convinced me to get it.  It’s an anchor.  I wanted something that was useful.  I might be a little adrift right now but somewhere out there is an anchor to help ground me.  Cheesy, huh?

Hadley and I have an interesting relationship right now.  See, she’s into some not so savory business deals these days.  But it pays for her apartment in the city which is better than my house in Oasis Springs…

…But only just.  I guess you take what you can get.  It’s not like she brings clients back to her place anyway.

I finally got the nerve up to invite my sister over to my house.  It had been a few weeks and I thought it was ready to show off to the only family member I’m still talking to.

She was unsure about the plan but agreed to come out to visit the following week.

“Holy shit!  Vi, you live here?!” I never really told her that much about the house.  Other than it needed a little bit of love.

“Yes, what’s the problem?”  I asked calmly.

“Uh…nothing.  It’s lovely.  Just needs a little work, just — just like you said.”  She plastered a huge fake smile across her fake-filled lips.

“I, uh, didn’t have time to go grocery shopping this week.  Would you like some animal crackers for dinner?”  I mean, to be fair, I haven’t been grocery shopping since I got to Oasis Springs.  Animal crackers are fortified so it’s fine.

“Ooooo I can’t.  Er, I have an appointment.  I have to run.”  She turned to face me, “Bee and Xantus miss you, you know.  You should go visit them in Willow Creek.  It would mean a lot to her if you did.”

“I’ll think about it,” I mumbled as Hadley walked away.

It’s not that I didn’t want to see Bee.  It’s just, she married Xantus (which surprised exactly no one) and he is Lucifer’s brother.  Luce is still in my life as much as someone touring with a band for 10 months out of the year can be in your life.  I don’t know.  It was just weird.

But like any good sister, I did think about going to see Bee and Xantus.  In the end I went to visit.  It was good seeing Bee again.  She and Xantus live in an adorable little trailer with the most amazing garden.  Bee’s photography career is taking off too.  Xantus wasn’t as happy to see me.  After all, I did break his brother’s heart when I dumped him and the left without so much as a goodbye or see you soon.  I can’t really blame him.

As I was leaving, Xantus handed me a slip of paper with Lucifer’s phone number on it and told me to give him a call.  Chat for a bit or whatever.  I said I’d think on that too.  Bet you can guess what happened?

Yeah, I called Luce to chat — but just chat.  That was all.

“VIOLET YOU CAN’T STAY HERE!”  The very next weekend Lucifer was in my front yard, apparently on break from his tour.

“Why the hell not, Luce!  It’s my house!”

“It’s a God damned dump, Violet and you know it!”

“Take it back!”  I growled at him.

Instead of taking it back, he left.

I went inside to think.  As I sat on my bed-couch, in my bedroom with no windows I decided Hadley and Lucifer were wrong.  I don’t live in a dump.  I bought myself a fucking prison.

Chapter 5.6

This was not the chapter I wanted to write.  It’s not a very good welcome back chapter either.  We all knew this was coming so let’s think of it as starting Eternally Yours anew as difficult as that may be for everyone.

Dear Readers,

This was not the chapter I wanted to write.  It’s not a very good welcome back chapter either.  We all knew this was coming so let’s think of it as starting Eternally Yours anew as difficult as that may be for everyone.

This was not the send off I intended for our beloved and fearless leader.  I wanted her to go down with something grand, but my computer had other plans.  As such, the images in this chapter were taken between October 2017 and March 2018 as I battled crash after crash after crash.  Continuity is lacking to say the least.  I hope you are willing to excuse the issues and the heartbreak as we look to the future of Eternally Yours.

Your grateful author,
Kate (SweetPoyzin)


I was about three hours away from home when I encountered some snow flurries – and by some I mean freakin’ blizzard.  When I finally arrived home, four hours behind schedule thanks to Old Man Winter, all my grinchiness melted away.  The snow had already visited my neighborhood and left behind a gorgeous landscape.  Dad had outdone himself with the holiday decorations this year, too.  The whole roof was lined with bright, multi-colored icicles.  Even the posts leading up the stairs to the porch were decked out this year.  Hard to bah-humbug when even the house demands that you smile.

Since it was nearly midnight when I got home, I didn’t expect anyone to be awake, and I didn’t bother announcing my arrival but opted instead to creep in like a grounded teen.  Despite the hour, I was greeted with a swirl of excitement.  Everyone had waited up for me.

Finally,” Hadley groaned as she hugged me.  I noticed her gothy-stage appeared to be over, replaced instead with a strange combination of pink-haired rocker chick and slutty nurse.  “Now I can go to bed.”

“Nice to see you, too, Hadley.  Or whoever you are right now.”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Oh my GOD it’s YOU!”  Before I even had a chance to turn around, I was tackle-hugged to the floor.

“What the fuck?!”  I tried to extricate myself from the squealing mess that was squishing me but I was having little luck.  “Get it off me!”

“Sorry,” the shrieking banshee stood back and pulled me off the floor.  “I kinda missed you, Vi.”  She launched herself at me again.

I tried to place the woman who was still hugging me.  I sure didn’t recognize the blonde, tan, perky thing that started squealing again.  Then it hit me – the recollection, not the woman.

“OH EM GEE!  BEE!  What the hell happened to you!?”

“I got a tan and a box a hair dye!  Hard to tell I was ever that weirdly pale fairy, huh!?”

“Can your old man get a hug?”  I realized then Mom and Dad were nowhere to be found.  “We were worried sick about you!  I need some reassurance!”

To say I was blown away by the decorations in the living room would be an understatement.  We’ve never been the decorating type of people.  I’ve heard that great-grandma Mollie would go all out but that gene seems to have died somewhere between Mollie and Mom.

“Your grandma decided we should have a proper holiday this year,” Mom said to my obvious astonishment.  “That’s even a real tree that your Dad and Xantus cut down!”

“I might be an old guy but I can still wield an axe with the best of them!”

“Xantus did all the work,” Bee whispered in my ear.  “But let’s not tell him we know.”  I squeezed her hand in a silent sisterly promise.

“Alright!  Everyone up to bed!  Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and we have to go caroling, look at the neighborhood decorations, and wrap gifts!  Go, go, go!”  Before I knew it Mom had shooed us all up to bed and tucked us in like the little bits we used to be.


“Alright, Violet.  Now, when transmuting apples into gold, what do you do first?”  Instead of doing all the fun holiday stuff with my family, Nana was droning on and on and on about some witchery or whatnot.  We’d been at it for the better part of 12 hours and it was quickly turning into the wee hours of the morning.

“Nana, why does any of this matter?  It’s Christmas Eve!  Don’t you ever slow down?”  I was at that very moment falling asleep in my chair.

“We haven’t much time, Beanie.  We must forge on.  You have much to learn.”

“You sound like Yoda without the backwards-speak.  Nana, please, can’t we rest and keep going after Christmas?”

She sighed.  “If you remember nothing else, Violet, remember this: Do not let any man, woman, or child stand in the way of your dreams.  The women in this family have been held back for far too long.  You must succeed where we could not.”

“Nana, you and Mom are surgeons,” I mumbled through sleepiness.  “Pretty sure you didn’t fail at anything.”

“You’ll be just fine, Vi.”

And then I fell asleep.


Do you ever have the feeling that someone is watching you in your sleep?  I was having one of those feelings.

I stretched.  “Ow.  Christ.  This chair sucks as a bed.”  I looked over to see my parents staring morosely but they refused to meet my eye.

“Alright.  What’s going on?”

Mom opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“Honey,” Dad finally looked at me with tears in his eyes, “your grandmother passed away last night.”

“No.  She was teaching me about witchcraft.  She’s fine.  She was teaching me!”

“It was after she went to bed, Vi.  She just fell asleep and never woke up.”

LIAR!”  Suddenly, everything was too loud.  I ran towards Nana’s room.  I had to prove to myself that they were wrong.

“Violet — NO!”

I flung the door open.

There are moments in your life that change you forever.  Seeing my Nana like that?  Well, I don’t remember much after I flung the door open, really.

Somehow, I would up back in the study.

“I’d like to take the family Christmas card photo now.”  Mom was gathering her camera gear from the closet when I looked over at her.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mom?!  Nana is dead!”  I was furious that she would want to do something so frivolous while Nana lay in the next room.

“Yes, and we have to wait for all the shit that comes with that.  We might as well take the God-damned Christmas photo while we wait.”

“Well, I sure as hell won’t be in your photo!”

“Violet?  Can you come to the laundry room, please?”  Now what the fuck did Dad want?  Had everyone lost their minds?

“Violet, you will take that photo for your mother.”

“Are you nuts now, too!?”

“You mother is going through a very traumatic moment and you will do what you can to make this easier on her.  If that means taking a photo you don’t agree with, then you’ll just have to suck it up for a bit and do it.”

I was furious.  I felt a rage forming inside me that I had never known before.

“I don’t have to do anything.  It’s not like you’re my real father anyway!”

Lucian looked like I’d slapped him but he quickly regained his composure.  “You get your ass out there now and you take the fucking picture with your mother.  What you do after that is your choice.”

I posed for exactly two photos.

Then I packed my bags and I left Van Crest forever.

I Guess This Is Goodbye

Welp.

Dear Friends and Followers,

I’ve been sitting here with this draft open for nearly an hour, unsure what to do.  After careful consideration and with a very heavy heart, I must announce the end of Eternally Yours.

Many of you follow me on Facebook and know that I have been struggling with my save file.  It started on Sunday with Violet’s college save.  I was unable to fix the corruption, so I reverted to an older, clean save from when the girls were teens — that one failed last night.  Today I have removed my Mods folder, my SavedSims folder, I have cleared my cache, I have cleaned my save and wiped memories.  I even tried a vanilla game.

No luck.

This isn’t how I wanted to end things.  In fact, I had recently figured out exactly how I was going to end things, so of course this is what would happen.  The Sims is, after all, a game and suddenly that game isn’t fun anymore.  What good is spending 15 minutes setting up a scene or changing an outfit only to crash immediately after?

And so here we are.  I’m out of options.  I could recreate the story in Sims 4 but I really, really, really don’t want to start over.  I’ve done that too many times.  At some point in the future, when I have more time and patience, I may return to this but right now I just need to step away.  I am toying with the idea of purely text posts because there is so much story left to tell.  I’m just a little raw at the moment and therefore I cannot give you a clear view of what will happen next with this story.   I think it’s just time to call it.

I can promise one more queued post on Christmas, the annual Eternally Yours holiday card.  My game cooperated long enough for that and I refuse to waste it.

I am forever humbled and grateful for your support over the past four, nearly five, years.  This has been an amazing story to share with you and your enthusiasm as readers is incredible.  An author is nothing without readers and you, my friends, have been the greatest joy.

I am eternally yours,
SweetPoyzin