Mary Kendall, A Ghost Story
@CravenLestat gifted me a ghost sim with a sad story. This is his story about how she became a ghost. The Mary Kendall Story :( Mary was a only child born to a poor family from the town o...
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Mary Kendall, A Ghost Story
Good Morning, Beautiful
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The sun is shining in the windows when Mary opens her eyes. She expects to feel a little awkward in the light of the day, but lying here next to Damien seems like the best thing in the world. She watches him as he sleeps and prays to the Fates. “Thank you for sending Damien into my life. I still don’t know what you have planned for our future but I will try to trust and have faith. I’m sorry for not trusting you in the past."
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Damien stirs and opens his eyes and smiles sleepily at Mary. “Good morning, beautiful.” He reaches up and kisses her softly. “I’ve dreamed of waking up next to you and reality is so much better.”
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They cuddle together, content in each other's arms until Damien’s stomach growls. She giggles and pokes his belly. “I guess we need to feed the beast.”
He laughs even harder when Mary’s stomach growls. “Let’s go fix breakfast.”
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Damien cooks while Mary plays with Lia. “You do know I can cook? I love your cooking, though. I guess my approach is more like a science project adding ingredients and no deviation from the formula. Yours tastes so much better with the herbs and spices you use.”
Damien arches his brow at the science project analogy. “My Mom taught me to cook. She is a great cook and has an herb garden, so I learned what was good and how to experiment with recipes. There were occasional disasters and she would laugh about it, chuck it in the composting pile and we would go out to eat at the local diner.”
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Jamie wakes up early dreaming about Rebecca and grabs one of his ancient texts to distract his thoughts. He is still researching anything that might help Mary. He discovers a passage about a reanimation ritual that very strong witches can perform. Hmm, he thinks, that sounds interesting. He reads further. Ok, no, that will not do! We don’t want to transform Mary into a zombie. Mark this one off the list. It might be good to consult Emmaline, though. She is not a powerful witch but perhaps she can give us more information or lead us to a more powerful witch. He adds that to his mental list of things to do. He can hear laughter from downstairs and decides to join them.
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Mary and Damien sit down to eat their breakfast when Jamie joins them. He grabs a plate. “Perfect, I love your pancakes Damien!” He starts eating hungrily and chats about his evening with Rebecca and how much he enjoyed her company. He does not talk about her revelations as he considers that private information for now.
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He finishes his meal and it suddenly dawns on him they have been awfully quiet while he rambled on and on. He looks over at Damien and then at Mary. He claps his hands in excitement. “You guys did it! You finally got together! I can feel the difference in you two. I am so happy for you both.” He jumps out of his chair and grabs Damien and hugs him and then hugs Mary. “Go sit down in the living room and I will clean up the kitchen.”
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Mary walks over to the sofa where she normally sits and suddenly jumps back up as a loud farting sound emits from beneath her.
ptttttthhhhhhhpt ptttttthhhhhhhpt
Mary is startled by the sound and doesn't know what to think but she didn't pass gas!
Damien realizes Jamie has pranked her in response to her scaring him.
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Jamie is peeking from the kitchen, trying to stifle his laughter at Mary’s reaction.
Damien reaches under the cushion pulling the whoopee bag out and shows it to Mary.
“Jamie! Get your tush in here right now,” Mary demands yelling at him!
Jamie hurries over at her command, grinning impishly. How can she be mad at that face?
They laugh, good sports and friends that they are.
Mary 2, Jamie 1. The competition is still on.
Damien sits back on the sofa, shaking his head and grinning at his best friend and the love of his life.
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Good Morning, Beautiful
https://youtu.be/PrKsALmazLA
The sun is shining in the windows when Mary opens her eyes. She expects to feel a little awkward in the light of the day, but lying here next to Damien seems like the best thing in the world. She watches him as he sleeps and prays to the Fates. “Thank you for sending Damien into my life. I still don’t know what you have planned for our future but I will try to trust and have faith. I’m sorry for not trusting you in the past."
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Damien stirs and opens his eyes and smiles sleepily at Mary. “Good morning, beautiful.” He reaches up and kisses her softly. “I’ve dreamed of waking up next to you and reality is so much better.”
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They cuddle together, content in each other's arms until Damien’s stomach growls. She giggles and pokes his belly. “I guess we need to feed the beast.”
He laughs even harder when Mary’s stomach growls. “Let’s go fix breakfast.”
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Damien cooks while Mary plays with Lia. “You do know I can cook? I love your cooking, though. I guess my approach is more like a science project adding ingredients and no deviation from the formula. Yours tastes so much better with the herbs and spices you use.”
Damien arches his brow at the science project analogy. “My Mom taught me to cook. She is a great cook and has an herb garden, so I learned what was good and how to experiment with recipes. There were occasional disasters and she would laugh about it, chuck it in the composting pile and we would go out to eat at the local diner.”
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/50686968503_27e82b8e94_o.jpg
Jamie wakes up early dreaming about Rebecca and grabs one of his ancient texts to distract his thoughts. He is still researching anything that might help Mary. He discovers a passage about a reanimation ritual that very strong witches can perform. Hmm, he thinks, that sounds interesting. He reads further. Ok, no, that will not do! We don’t want to transform Mary into a zombie. Mark this one off the list. It might be good to consult Emmaline, though. She is not a powerful witch but perhaps she can give us more information or lead us to a more powerful witch. He adds that to his mental list of things to do. He can hear laughter from downstairs and decides to join them.
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Mary and Damien sit down to eat their breakfast when Jamie joins them. He grabs a plate. “Perfect, I love your pancakes Damien!” He starts eating hungrily and chats about his evening with Rebecca and how much he enjoyed her company. He does not talk about her revelations as he considers that private information for now.
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He finishes his meal and it suddenly dawns on him they have been awfully quiet while he rambled on and on. He looks over at Damien and then at Mary. He claps his hands in excitement. “You guys did it! You finally got together! I can feel the difference in you two. I am so happy for you both.” He jumps out of his chair and grabs Damien and hugs him and then hugs Mary. “Go sit down in the living room and I will clean up the kitchen.”
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Mary walks over to the sofa where she normally sits and suddenly jumps back up as a loud farting sound emits from beneath her.
ptttttthhhhhhhpt ptttttthhhhhhhpt
Mary is startled by the sound and doesn't know what to think but she didn't pass gas!
Damien realizes Jamie has pranked her in response to her scaring him.
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Jamie is peeking from the kitchen, trying to stifle his laughter at Mary’s reaction.
Damien reaches under the cushion pulling the whoopee bag out and shows it to Mary.
“Jamie! Get your tush in here right now,” Mary demands yelling at him!
Jamie hurries over at her command, grinning impishly. How can she be mad at that face?
They laugh, good sports and friends that they are.
Mary 2, Jamie 1. The competition is still on.
Damien sits back on the sofa, shaking his head and grinning at his best friend and the love of his life.
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