07-06-2009, 03:49 PM
I'm going to start my first story and I want to share it with you guys! Since it I am very inexperienced in Sims-Storymaking, expect some bad screenshots, somewhat lame dialogue and a crappy title (I couldn't think of anything else, don't hit me). Help me along if you can, and feel free to criticise me as long as you are constructive as well
So, without further ado, I give you:
Every story starts somewhere, sometime and somehow. How this started can be discussed. Perhaps it started with a unfortunate accident a long time ago. Perhaps it started when the house everyone felt insecure about got sold. Or perhaps it hasn't started yet. This is however where we will start.
Maria Gilson looked herself up and down in the mirror. Sure, she had just had her 20th birthday but she didn't feel more mature as she had hoped. Not that she ever really felt mature, for as long as she could remember she had always felt as if everyone took care of her because she couldn't do it herself. Her mother had been a single mother until recently when she had finally hooked a man who could put up with her slightly arrogant attitude, and now she and Maria lived in his mansion. Her mother had several times told her that it was just a nice bonus that her love interest was rich.
Maria adjusted her cap, she always had it so that it would cover her face. She didn't like it when people looked her in the eye or when people could see her face properly. It made her feel vulnerable. Her mother complained about that quite a lot. 'You've got such a pretty face' she would say. 'It is a shame not to flaunt what you have, dear'. As much as she tried, Maria could never quite see what she meant.
Maria's mother, Samantha Gilson, had indeed married a rich man. Samantha had always managed to find ways to mooch of others, while still being liked by many. She enjoyed spending time on herself and made sure others enjoyed spending time on her as well. She had, however, been a great mother and Maria wouldn't hear a word against her.
Samantha's husband, Yngve Gilson, was a kind man. But a bit odd. He was very absent-minded and sometimes forgot what he was going to say as he said it. But he must be smart, Maria reasoned. He is after all the top dog of the business career.
Maria gussied herself up a bit more before giving up. Life was hard enough as it was without spending time getting yourself to look good. She sighed and walked out of her bedroom, trying to be ready to face the day.
If only she knew what fate had in store for her.
Ta-daah~
That's the prologue. Tell me if you think it sounds good so far
So, without further ado, I give you:
The Haunted House
Prologue
Every story starts somewhere, sometime and somehow. How this started can be discussed. Perhaps it started with a unfortunate accident a long time ago. Perhaps it started when the house everyone felt insecure about got sold. Or perhaps it hasn't started yet. This is however where we will start.
***
Maria Gilson looked herself up and down in the mirror. Sure, she had just had her 20th birthday but she didn't feel more mature as she had hoped. Not that she ever really felt mature, for as long as she could remember she had always felt as if everyone took care of her because she couldn't do it herself. Her mother had been a single mother until recently when she had finally hooked a man who could put up with her slightly arrogant attitude, and now she and Maria lived in his mansion. Her mother had several times told her that it was just a nice bonus that her love interest was rich.
Maria adjusted her cap, she always had it so that it would cover her face. She didn't like it when people looked her in the eye or when people could see her face properly. It made her feel vulnerable. Her mother complained about that quite a lot. 'You've got such a pretty face' she would say. 'It is a shame not to flaunt what you have, dear'. As much as she tried, Maria could never quite see what she meant.
Maria's mother, Samantha Gilson, had indeed married a rich man. Samantha had always managed to find ways to mooch of others, while still being liked by many. She enjoyed spending time on herself and made sure others enjoyed spending time on her as well. She had, however, been a great mother and Maria wouldn't hear a word against her.
Samantha's husband, Yngve Gilson, was a kind man. But a bit odd. He was very absent-minded and sometimes forgot what he was going to say as he said it. But he must be smart, Maria reasoned. He is after all the top dog of the business career.
Maria gussied herself up a bit more before giving up. Life was hard enough as it was without spending time getting yourself to look good. She sighed and walked out of her bedroom, trying to be ready to face the day.
If only she knew what fate had in store for her.
***
Ta-daah~
That's the prologue. Tell me if you think it sounds good so far