Dinner with the Goths

Mortimer Goth had a shocking expression on his face when his wife, Bella, told him she was expecting their third child.

“Really?” he asked in disbelief. “You’re expecting again?”

“I am indeed!” Bella confirmed.

“Oh, I’m thrilled, my love!” he cried and embraced his beautiful wife. “I can’t wait to tell the children!”

At dinner, Bella struggled to finish her meal as she contemplated how she would break the news to the children. It has always been just the four of them and she feared they wouldn’t want another child in the picture.

Her fears came true. Cassandra was extremely displeased at the news. “Another child?!” she yelled. “Really, Mother…at your age?”

“I’m still young!” she defended. “Clearly there seems to be nothing wrong with my reproductive organs!”

“Yes, but soon you’ll be old and ugly!” Alexander mocked. “And your stomach will grow big too, so you’ll be fat, old and ugly!”

Bella was devastated. “I knew they would react like that, but I hoped for the best. Worse thing is, they’re right – we’re not getting younger, Mortimer. What were we thinking?!”

“All the reason why we should have another child,” Mortimer replied. “Children keep you young and you’re a wonderful mother. Things will change, darling…you will see.”

“I’m not too sure about that,” Bella sighed.

The next few months flew by and the Goth children were horrified to discover they’re having their new sibling for dinner.

“Eat your brother!” Bella scolded. “Bonehilda worked very hard to prepare this meal for us and you said you didn’t want another sibling!”

Cassandra couldn’t believe her eyes. “Our parents are cannibals!” she yelled. “Who’s next? Me?!”

She then stormed out.

Bella laughed. “Oh, sweet gullible children…”

“This is not your brother,” she explained to Alexander.

“Then who is it?” he asked.

“No one,” Bella replied. “It’s just a cake shaped like a newborn infant.”

“A few months ago, I heard strange noises outside,” Bella said. “When I went out to investigate, I witnessed a bright blue beam of light, which levitated me into the air.”

“A few days ago, I gave birth to a beautiful blue creature. It was then that I knew this child is an extraterrestrial and not your father’s son.”

“He realized it too when he saw the child. It took him a while, but he accepted him and he is a part of this family now – just like you and your sister.”

When Cassandra returned, Alexander explained everything to her and they were happy to meet their new brother.

“Aw, he’s kinda cute!” Cassandra squealed.

“I wonder what he’s named,” Alexander said. “I hope it’s Cozmo.”

Author’s Notes:  Happy Halloween and thanks for reading! This is my entry for the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge this month, organized by LisaBee, EA Game Changer for The Sims 4 and fellow SimLit writer. The theme of this month is “dinner”.

I kindly invite you to please read all the stories entered for this challenge at the end of the month and vote for your top choices in both categories. Your support would be greatly appreciated.


The Addams Family Manor by IvoryM13

Day 1: To Be Stranded on a Bright, Sunny Day

It was a hot Summer’s morning when eight passengers woke up to find themselves stranded on a deserted island. They were on their way to a luxury resort, which each of them won in a radio contest, but the plane crashed and now they’re here.

“Where the hell are we?!” Prissy Stratton shouted. “We are supposed to be on holiday, but instead we’re in the middle of freaking nowhere…just wait until my father hears about this!”

“I don’t know,” an older man replied. “Hell, I can’t even remember my own name!”

Royce Agarwal took out his phone. “It still works!” he shouted. “Let me see if I can find any signal…”

Much to everyone’s dismay, there was no reception. “Damn it!” Royce yelled.

Royce then picked up a fishing pole that was just lying around. “I figured we can at least try to catch some fish,” he told Neida who tried to see if she could spot anything.

Neida really had to empty her bladder, but didn’t feel comfortable doing it with so many people around. Neither was anyone else. “Oh, no!” she cried after soiling herself and feeling humiliated.

“I know this seems gross, but one of us needs to stay awake and keep watch,” Owen said, while doing sit ups in his own urine. “This should keep me awake!” Iris and Ruby just looked at each other in disgust.

It started getting dark. The confused old man asked Royce if he was able to catch something as his stomach was growling. “Do you see any fish, huh?!” Royce shouted in frustration. “Yeah, me neither. I’ve been fishing the whole fucking day and not a single fish in sight! If you see any, be sure to let me know!”

“Don’t be so hard on the old man,” Neida said to Royce. “He’s just starving like all of us. Look at how skinny he is – he needs to eat something. I know you’ve been trying to catch something all day and we appreciate your efforts. We’ll explore the island tomorrow and see if we can find something, okay?”

“Need to stay awake…need to stay awake,” Owen mutters while doing push-ups.

“This is really sweet and all, but hello, do you guys realize we’re slowly dying out here?!” Iris yelled. “We’ll probably drop dead before morning!”

Royce decided to try fishing again. He was luckier this time and managed to catch some fish.

“So…tired,” Ruby yawned.

Morning came and the survivors started dropping to the ground, no longer having any energy left. “Told you so,” Iris sighed.

Author’s Notes: This is my entry to this month’s Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge and the first chapter of a new story, The Crumbling Isle. I’m playing a survival challenge and the rules for the first day was that Sims should be fully autonomous, trying to survive 24 hours on their own. Luckily there were no deaths! Hope you enjoyed and please check out the other entries for the SimLit Challenge, voting for your favourites.

Also, a big thanks to the following Gallery creators whose awesome Sims are featured:

  • MamaShawn89 – Prissy Stratton
  • carolcolors – Neida Riscue
  • SoulGal7 – Fernando Bravo
  • ambahinvasion11 – Royce Agarwal
  • Jazmi1396 – Iris Sampson
  • SueSimming – Whisky Barrel
  • FighterWolf00 – Ruby Blunt
  • ema44068 – Owen Dickens

Freak For a Friend

Ita Mann and I were old friends, going back to kindergarten. So when she called me over the phone, sobbing over the death of her husband, Chuck, my heart bled for her. I wanted to be there for her and help in any way I can, so I asked her to come over for a weekend.

I was surprised how much weight she gained since I last saw her, but it’s not uncommon to eat more during quarantine. “You’ve gotten even skinnier!” she remarked when we greeted. “Need some meat on those bones!” Obviously I didn’t comment on her weight.

We sat down before the TV to binge watch some old soap operas we used to watch together decades ago. “Man, that guy is just as hot as I remember!” I commented on the male lead of one of the shows. “Delicious!” she joked. We had a great time catching up and exchanging stories.

She told me that she donated Chuck’s body for research, since she couldn’t bare to look at it. I sympathized with that, having lost my husband several years ago, though I wished Chuck received a proper burial. He was a good man and deserved that much.

A few days later, she invited me and a few other people over to her place for a barbecue. I found it odd, since Ita’s been on a strict vegetarian diet for over twenty years. Maybe she just wanted to spoil her friends, I thought.

When I arrived at her place, she was all dressed in black – as if this was Chuck’s funeral. I confessed that I felt a little under-dressed, but she didn’t seem to mind. When we sat down, I noticed a wall of huge raw meat just standing around. “Where’d you get all this meat and are you sure it’s safe to just let it stand out in the sun?” I asked.

“This is actually cruelty-free meat!” she explained. “I grew it myself – looks and tastes just like the real thing! You’ll see!”

The other guests arrived, also dressed in black, who I don’t recall ever seeing before. I wanted to ask Ita how she met them, but it didn’t seem appropriate. I couldn’t help but feel out of place – there I was, dressed casually, in the company of complete strangers. Something about them made me feel uncomfortable.

I was shocked when she served the food – she and everyone else ate their meat completely raw and only mine was cooked. I was starting to get really concerned. Ita was totally behaving out of character and I started to think that maybe she needs to see someone.

Weeks passed since that day and I tried calling Ita every day. I wanted to ask her why she’s behaving so differently and encourage her to get some help. But she returned none of my calls.

Life went on like before – I continued to arrange flowers for an extra income and sold some things I knitted on Plopsy. But I continued to worry about Ita, so I got in my car and went to her place.

I knocked on her door. “Hey, old friend,” she greeted with a hug. “Please come in!” She was very friendly…a little too friendly. “Good Watcher, Ita…what is that godawful smell?!” I shouted when I was greeted by a horrible stench coming from her refrigerator.

“Oh, you remember that meat we ate the other day at the barbecue?” she asked. “It was too much to eat all by myself and the fridge stopped working.”

“You should’ve told me,” I replied. “I could’ve stored it in my fridge and invited some of my family over.” The men in my family were big meat eaters. “Promise me you’ll throw that out,” I said.

“Yes, I will do that right after you leave,” she replied. “Could you excuse me for a second?” she asked. “Sure,” I said and she went to the bathroom.

I was very curious about the contents in that fridge, so I decided to take a peek while she was gone. Nothing could prepare me for the horror I experienced when I saw what was inside.

Inside Ita’s fridge was the severed head of her deceased husband, as well as some limbs and human organs. I screamed like never before.

“What’s going on?!” she yelled as she stormed to the kitchen. “Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I saw inside your fridge,” I said, my whole body shaking.

“Okay, I killed Chuck and ate his body,” she confessed. “Why…why would you do that?!” I cried. “Are you one of the infected? Some kind of zombie freak?! Answer me, Ita!”

“No,” she answered. “But I am the leader of a secret cannibal cult. You know…the lovely folks you met at the barbecue.”

“I knew there was something fishy about them!” I yelled. “Chuck was a such good man…why would you kill him?”

“He was, but he was a little boring for my taste,” she replied. “The taste of his flesh, however, was totally out of this world…”

“You’re sick!” I yelled. “Well, if I’m sick, then so are you,” she shrugs. “You also ate Chuck…remember the barbecue?”

I threw up right there. “You can’t deny that you loved the taste,” she says. “Join us and you’ll never look back.”

“I’m sorry, Ita,” I replied. “I’ll keep your secret, but I would never willingly consume human meat.”

“I understand,” Ita said and reached out for a hug. “Friends?”

“Friends,” I replied and hugged her, reaching for the knife inside my pocket.

I stabbed her in the back.

“I’m sorry, Ita,” I said. “But I can’t let you do this.” I then set her trailer alight and rushed home. I packed my things and left town, with no plans to ever return. The remaining cannibal cult members are still roaming around and I sincerely hope they get caught one day, but my part in this is over. It’s time to start a new page.

Author’s Notes:  Thanks for reading! This is my entry for the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge this month, organized by LisaBee, EA Game Changer for The Sims 4 and fellow SimLit writer. The theme of this month is horror/suspense/thriller.

I kindly invite you to please read all the stories entered for this challenge at the end of the month and vote for your top choices in both categories. Your support would be greatly appreciated.


A Fairy’s Tale

I always knew I was different. Back in elementary school, other kids would call me “Elf”, “Pointy Ears”, “Freak” and all sorts of names. I was told that I had an ear condition that made my ears look pointy and I was forced to wear a uniform to school, which made me an easy target to bully.

The insults got worse each year. I later started wearing my hair loose to try and cover my ears, but they were too long and still stuck out. I begged Mother to send me to a surgeon to have them fixed. She refused and said that there’s nothing wrong with me – I just had to ignore the other kids.

Then I started having dreams. I dreamt of a beautiful place with lots of trees and even a waterfall. It was magical. A place I’ve never seen before, yet it felt strangely familiar.

The next time I dreamt of a beautiful fairy queen wearing a sparkly silver dress, which matched her hair. She sang the most beautiful song – I wasn’t familiar with the language, but somehow I understood every word.

She urged me to seek out a certain tree, which would lead me to her. The tree was located in Willow Creek and would be easy to spot. It was huge and had strange things around its trunk, and there were red mushrooms at the bottom of the tree.

So I made my way there when my parents went away for work. They went away a lot and were very secretive about what exactly they did for a living, but I thought that it was none of my business, so I never asked. I found the tree, but I could’t find an entrance.

So I tried lots ridiculous things, like watering the tree, complimenting its leaves and talking to it about nature. I went there every week for the next four years, but still, there didn’t seem to be a way to enter the tree. I thought I was going mad – maybe my imagination was a bit too wild and none of this was real.

But one day, something told me to go back and try again. This time, a hole appeared in the tree and I entered. The trunk was a lot bigger than I anticipated. Everything was dark inside – a faint glow the only light, a rolling burble the only sound. I followed the sound and got distracted by an ethereal mist glowing ominously.

I entered the mist, which was warm and friendly. I suddenly felt the sensation of being spun around. I reached the Glade and spotted the fairy queen.

It was even more beautiful and magical in person. The fairy queen told me the truth – my real parents were fairies and the imposters who raised me murdered them, as well as most of faekind when I was an infant. The remaining fairies were captured and placed in orbs, to be used as spellcasters’ familiars.

She told me my “parents” were actually powerful sorcerers and keep the orbs containing the fairies in our attic. They also casted a spell on me, which took away my wings. It was up to me to save them and defeat the evil sorcerers.

The fairy queen trained me on how to wield magic and perform magic duels. It took a while, but I managed to win the duel. It was time to confront my parents.

I found Mother outside, looking completely different than the woman who raised me. I confronted her about what she did and challenged her to a duel.

I won the duel, which killed her. I felt bad that things have come to this, but she and Father had to be stopped.

I then challenged Father to a duel, who was enraged when he learnt that I killed his wife. He fought really hard and knocked me down several times.

But I couldn’t just give up, so I stood up and fought with every ounce of my being. I eventually defeated him and went to the attic, where I found the orbs.

I took them to the fairy queen, who freed the captured fairies. They flew around in joy and I envied them.

But then the fairy queen commended me on my bravery and blessed me with my own set of wings. I spread my wings and went up in the air, feeling like a bird learning how to fly and like I finally knew who I am.

Now, I watch over the forest of Glimmerbrook, keeping an eye out for lumberjacks and polluters. It’s good to finally feel like I have a purpose and a place I can belong to.

Author’s Notes:  Thanks for reading! This is my entry for the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge this month, organized by LisaBee, EA Game Changer for The Sims 4 and fellow SimLit writer. The theme of this month is to write a fairy tale, since 26 February is Tell A Fairy Tale Day in America.

I kindly invite you to please read all the stories entered for this challenge at the end of the month and vote for your top choices in both categories. Your support would be greatly appreciated.

New Residents

I remember life before death. I used to be a world-renowned paranormal investigator in the late 1970’s. Yes, the one and only Claude René Duplantier Guidry. People worshiped me – they took my photos, asked for autographs and even made a painting of me. Years later, that same painting would become my permanent residence.

I had a girlfriend. Her name was Temperance. She couldn’t stand seeing me with anyone else, even when it was just a friend or acquaintance. She was really jealous and over-possessive, yelling at me every night I came home late and sometimes she got violent as well.

So I left her. Finally I was free. I could go out whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, with whoever I wanted and I did. Every night, I had a different lover and half the time, I didn’t even know their names. I realized one thing – the monogamous life was not for me.

Temperance, however, was still obsessed with me and proceeded to follow me around wherever I went. I even got a restraining order against her, but she still managed to show up every now and then. Even in my last moments, after I was crushed in one of my lovers’ murphy bed, I saw her in the corner of my eye. Seeing me in someone else’s bed drove her over the wall. She had a cardiac explosion, which killed her moments after me.

The house I lived in was haunted. Nobody wanted to deal with the specters floating around the place, but I didn’t mind. Sure, the evil, vengeful spirits would keep coming back and they really got on my nerves, but the friendly, peaceful ones were delightful and always put a smile on my face. After my death, the house was abandoned for several decades – until the Rivers family finally bought the house and moved in.

They were happy-go-lucky Bohemian folks who seemingly didn’t mind living in a haunted house, except the daughter, Rain. There was something different about her. Unlike her parents, Rain was pale skinned, wore dark clothing and was sad all the time. I could sense that she was a medium, like me, and the spirits really brought her down. She wasn’t afraid of them – she just felt horrible about how they died and that they couldn’t go to rest in their afterlife and that she wasn’t able to give them that peace they desperately sought.

So I showed and introduced myself to her. I thought that maybe all she needed was a helping hand; a guide if you will. I helped her perform séances and showed her how to deal with the dead. Eventually she lightened up and we got to know each other better. When Rain was a toddler, she would tell her parents about “invisible” people who talked to her about their lives. No one believed her then and thought that she just had a wild imagination.

A few years later, she created a séance circle at school and people knew something was up. They called her a Satanist and she was expelled from the school. Her parents had to home-school her and she felt very alone. She was never truly alone and sometimes she had dead relatives who kept her company, but she missed having real human contact. She felt like an outcast and became completely miserable.

When she was nearly finished with high school, she and her parents moved to Willow Creek and she tried to fit into society again. But she was home-schooled most of her life, always stuck at home. It was hard to adapt, especially in a new town with strange faces. But she trusted me.

We started to form a romantic relationship after she graduated high school and later she became a freelance paranormal investigator. I didn’t join her on the job, but I was always anxiously waiting for her at home. We were very happy together, enjoying every moment in each other’s presence. Even her parents were happy that their daughter had someone special in her life.

But that happiness didn’t last long. One evening, Temperance showed up out of nowhere. She made the Rivers’ lives a living hell and it had a huge toll on our relationship. Eventually Rain couldn’t take it anymore and ended things with me. The family decided that it was best to move out and find a new place.

So now I’m all alone again, with my past haunting me every second in this gloomy mansion. At least until it gets a new owner.

Author’s Notes:  Thanks for reading! This is my entry for the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge this month, organized by LisaBee, EA Game Changer for The Sims 4 and fellow SimLit writer. The theme of this month is “new beginnings”.

I kindly invite you to please read all the stories entered for this challenge at the end of the month and vote for your top three choices in the Veteran category. Your support would be greatly appreciated.


Households and builds:

Guidry Before His Death by me

Temperance by me

(Male) Bases w Paranormal CAS by lisabeesims

(Female) Bases w Paranormal CAS by lisabeesims

Tiny Living Micro Reno by lisabeesims

Duplantier Dwelling by Doctor Ashley (can be found in the game library if you purchased Paranormal Stuff)