Quick Update!

Hey, everyone! Just wanted to pop in really quickly and let you all know that I haven’t forgotten about the Evans. However, there is some good news and some bad news concerning their future.

The bad news is that my game is beyond functioning like I need it to for updates. The good news is that there’s a new computer coming in my near future, most likely within the next few months. In the meantime, I’ve been working on plotting and writing Bo’s generation, but without the pictures for updates I won’t be able to publish anything until I get my computer.

That said, I hope you all hang around until then, because I’ve got some good stuff planned (small teaser on my tumblr if you missed it)!~


Generation 4, Chapter 10

It’s time to sleep, little one
The sun has left the sky
A silver moon hangs in its place
As stars go shooting by

It’s time to sleep, little one
The day is done and gone
Today’s mistakes will pass away
And tomorrow will move on

It’s time to sleep, little one
Lay your head down for the night
Drift off to dreams in lands unseen
Find what hides from sight

It’s time to sleep, little one
My time with you is gone
I’ll leave you safe and softly dreaming
And exit with the dawn

And so Briar’s generation has come full circle.~

The sudden five month disappearance from here wasn’t entirely unintentional–I had some computer issues, school issues, and personal issues to figure out. Rest assured, the Evans aren’t going anywhere any time soon! Hopefully you can all guess who will be carrying us into the 5th generation! :D


Generation 4, Chapter 9

Life from then on wasn’t black and white, but it wasn’t in color either. Everything was in shades of grey. I woke up in the morning to a grey room in a grey house under the great, grey sky. There were splashes of color ever once in a while. I’d catch a glimpse Charlie’s blue sweater in the closet, or see a flash of copper that reminded me of his hair. But, most of all, I saw grey.

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Generation 4, Chapter 8

(A/N: If you want some music to go with this chapter, just click here and then here.)

“Sick..?” The word echoed hollowly in my ears. “But you’ll get better, won’t you?” Charlie turned his head away from me and looked down at the neatly made bedspread. “Charlie, please, at least tell me what’s going on!”

“You’re right,” he mumbled to himself, “You deserve to know. It’s only that, if I tell you..” he trailed off before looking at me again his hand reaching up to stroke my cheek, “promise me you won’t leave?” I took his hand from my cheek, holding it in both of my own. I looked steadily into his eyes, letting the fear in his gaze reflect into my own, and spoke as steadily as I could manage.

“I will never leave you.”

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Generation 4, Chapter 7

“Mom, are you sure about this?” I know I had fallen in love with the dress as soon as I had seen it in the store, but now, trying it on with only a door and a hallway separating me from a crowd of people, half of whom I didn’t know, I was beginning to have second thoughts. Mom could see right through my worries about the dress.

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Generation 4, Chapter 6

My last year of school passed me by faster than I could have thought possible. Maybe I should have been happy I didn’t have to wander through the noisy halls five days a week, but there was something about graduating that made me.. nervous. It was like I was on the edge. The edge of what, I don’t know, but I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to jump off into the unkown.

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Generation 4, Chapter 5

I don’t know when Dad found me outside. I think he might’ve thought I was dead. Maybe that would’ve been easier. All I can remember was a blur of frightened yelling and then mom and him bringing me inside.

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Generation 4, Chapter 4


Will. His name was Will and I couldn’t get him off my mind. We didn’t speak at school after that night in the car, but somehow managed to find each other underneath the bleachers by the football field. Not that we’d stay there. We’d just meet up there, then walk over to the park nearby and find ourselves a nice shady tree.

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Generation 4, Chapter 3

The poetry boy stuck in my head for the rest of the day, overpowering even the constant fear that normally haunted me in the school halls. I was still turning his lines over in my head as I did my homework that night, devouring them with a hunger I normally reserved for Frost and Hughes.  I fell asleep to his words the entire week.

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Generation 4, Chapter 2

The doors are open

The chill of lost shades beckon

No soul ever leaves

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