Healing is a Slow Process

After the storm of his heartbreak had passed Paulus kept to himself for several years. While his wife raised the kids in their house he rented a shack by the water and spent his nights playing pool. He refused to come home; terrified that he might find her in bed with that vile vampire.

Sometimes Delaney, awash with guilt, would send Niamh or Declan over with dinner and a cheque. She knew they had both made mistakes and she could at least start making up in some way.
One evening he met the kids not far from his shack and said, his voice thick with tears. "I'm ready to come home now."

 Paulus and Delaney still slept in separate beds for another five years after that. It was only after a great deal of counselling and the fact that Allan was arrested and sent to prison for attempted murder, arson, and trying to bomb City Hall that Paulus felt he could start trusting his wife.

 Now retired, Paulus works on his memoirs while Delaney checks up on the children. They've all moved out and are living their own lives. She worries especially about Declan, who still doesn't know what he wants to do with himself and Niamh, who's career in street magic isn't doing that well.

Today, when not cooking family dinners and going for walks together, Paulus and Delaney enjoy each other's company and cruising on electric skateboards.



The End.

No Soliciting!

 Before I became a district manager for Zomb. Inc I was like most of you. I paid my dues in the trenches and tore up gardens whenever I saw the chance. It's not always easy. The warm fleshbags have this annoying tendency to lock their gardens at night and run when they see us.

 My friend Sue has been in the business for 6 decades and she knows the importance of patience when lying in wait. And don't let inclement weather drive you off! Sue always brings her umbrella and deals with the elements with a smile on her face.

An added issue is the fact that the warm fleshbags have taken to bringing their plants inside when the weather turns cold. Breaking and entering is wrong on principle and can land a hard-working zombie in jail. But there are plants in there and they must be eradicated.

 The front door is usually guarded by a very loud noisemaker that summons the authorities so that's out. Dan here has discovered a rather effective technique for getting into houses where there are windows on the second floor. This is particularly effective when there already is a trampoline on the lot.

Thwarting the noisy device is difficult - do not attempt to defuse for you will be electrocuted! Magic is an untested technique but good on you, Luke, for giving it a shot!

Above all, don't give up! Every house has a weak spot. Just remain vigilant and inquisitive and you will find it!

A Sweet Time

The following song came on the radio today.

       No, I don't think of Tia Carrere when this song comes on. The original is the better version in my opinion. Actually, when I hear Sweet's seminal 'The Ballroom Blitz' I come up with the weirdest questions. Here are some of them.

• Were the Man in the Back and the Girl in the Corner in cahoots and she changed her mind at the last minute?
• Why did the Man in the Back unleash his fury in the ballroom? Did he have an issue with the ballroom or the crowd?
• Why did the Girl in the Corner only warn her male compatriot that something was going to happen?
• If the Girl in the Corner could 'kill with a wink of her eye', why didn't she shut the Man in the Corner down before the blitz?
• How many people were in that ballroom and how many of them were working for the Man in the Corner?

      The things I come up with when I'm behind the wheel, eh? Oh, and speaking of blitzes;

   This one came outta nowhere. Why this dance party decided to jump my sim, I'll never know. Have a good day.

The Haunted Residency

For decades the residency had gone untenanted. The stories surrounding it were legion. Everything from a murdered mascot to a despised teacher found dead on the property. The grave itself was forever well-kept and lighted but not a soul would come near it.

Normally there was enough space in the other residencies or in the dormitories. This year the classes were full and space was at a premium. Opal had money enough and a sneaky realtor. She signed her name on the dotted line only to hear the bad news as she moved in. But Opal considered herself to be fearless and moved in without delay. 

 Two nights later, while Opal slept, a scowling young figure appeared amidst the pale shrubs that decorated the humble stone. He was hunched over and withered almost to emaciation. New life stirred within the house! He grimaced hatefully. This could not be borne!

Opal dreamed of snow and stars. She stood outside; gazing upon this glaring form. He snarled at her as he cracked his knuckles. "Go away! You'll eat all the food and I'll have nothing! I'm hungry and you're stealing my food!"
She shuddered, realizing that she was looking at the ghost. "But you're dead! You don't need to eat!"

"My jealous roommate locked me in the bedroom and ate all my food!" He howled skyward. "I can't study, I can't go to my exams; I can't even think without food! Go away and let me have my food!"
Opal shivered - more from fear than from cold. "You can come inside and have supper. I'll cook you anything you want."
"Just go away! I'm hungry!" He roared. Darkness smothered the dream and Opal knew no more.