What Paul Never Found

ATTENTION:  Regular readers should be sure to read my comment at the end of this update.  Thank you!  – Bev.

“I’m glad that you’re speaking to me again, Paul.  It’s been four days.”

“I owed you at least four more days of the silent treatment, after you got me stuck in the library over night.  But, I can never stay mad at you.  Besides, I didn’t spend four days alone solely because of our library mishap.  I was dreaming again of my past life, and doing a great deal of thinking about it.”

“Oh?  Have you reached any interesting conclusions?”

“Well, yes.  Before I tell you about that, though, I’ll tell you about the dreams I had.”

“You remember I kept dreaming about looking at the ocean.  I had that dream again, only this time, the Card Shark was there, going swimming.  I felt so angry at him, Linnea, the hate was just overpowering . . . and I think that I . . . .”

“Something must have gone wrong, Linnea.  I think he must have gotten a cramp or something while he was swimming.   And I think that I . . . .”

“I think that I . . . .”

“I think that I let him drown.  On purpose.”

“Oh, Paul.”

“I know.”

“But, Paul, that wasn’t really you.  I mean, yes, it was you, but it wasn’t who you are now.”

“That’s the problem, Linnea.  I don’t think anymore that it was me at all.  I think that it’s all a bit too convenient, don’t you?  I start having these dreams and jumping to conclusions and everything ties in together so nicely – I assume that I loved the Mysterious Blonde, I assumed that she loved the Card Shark, I dream about him drowning, and I assume that I allowed it to happen out of jealousy.  It does seem a bit contrived, doesn’t it?”

“I have warned you before about the power of suggestion, but, Paul, are you saying that you’re giving up on the idea that these memories are from a past life?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe I am.  I guess I just need a break for a while.  I’ve been thinking about past lives and the Palandins every waking moment for months now.  Maybe dwelling on those thoughts has caused random images to pop into my head.  Maybe this last dream doesn’t really mean anything.”

“If you need a break, Paul, we’ll take a break.  How about we start right now?  We can go down to Sullivan’s and get some ice cream.  I’ll buy!  Just let me have a few minutes to get these boxes put away.  Unless you’d like to help me carry them into the outside storage area?”

“I don’t mind.  What is all this, anyway?”

“You remember I told you a couple of months ago that my grandmother died.  That was right before I took you to see the Paladins’ Castle.  These are some of her things, mostly old photographs and papers.  My mother sent them to me.  She thought that I’d like to have them, since I’m so interested in history.”

“You know, when you decide that you’re done with your ‘break’ from past life research, you should have a look through some of these boxes.  Did you know that my grandmother was a student here at Coates in the late 20th century?  There should be lots of material related to your time period.  And I mean lots!  I have several more boxes piled up in my bedroom.  My grandmother never threw anything away, and my mother sent me practically all the photos and documents.”

“Thanks, Linnea.  That’s nice of you, but right now, I think I’m more interested in ice cream.  Let’s go.  We can take these boxes to the storage room on the way out.”

“Alright.  I’m not sure I want to invite you into my bedroom just yet, anyway.  Maybe later . . . .”

“Maybe later.”

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8 Responses to “What Paul Never Found”

  1. I would like my readers to understand why this story has come to such an abrupt ending. I scripted “A Dark” in its entirety this past summer, before my grandmother became ill and died. She passed away on 11/8. She and I were very close, and after I lost her, I just didn’t have the heart to come back here and write about Linnea’s dead grandmother. I had planned four more episodes, and I ended up condensing them all into this last update. The effect is not what I had originally planned; however, the only other option I had was to abandon the project altogether. I did include all the subject matter I had planned out – any questions left unanswered are left that way intentionally.

    I regret that I was no longer able to put my best efforts into “A Dark”, but I think my regular readers will understand why. Although I enjoyed the story, I really could not stand to work on it one more day.

    I would like to extend a huge Thank You to my readers – you represent the very best of the Sims storytelling community and I am honored that you took the time to read my little story.

    Meanwhile, life goes on and so does Simming. I’ve started a new project and I’m quite excited about it. Come on over to http://whistlethewind.blogspot.com/ and check it out. I hope to see you all there!

    Yours very truly,
    Beverly.

  2. Oh, Bev. I’m so sorry, that’s a horrible loss and I completely, completely understand. It was a great project and I think you did a great job. I really like the ambiguous ending and I got chills when I saw that picture! I’ll definitely be checking out your new project. Thanks so much for sharing this one with us, despite it all!

  3. (HUGS) Completely understandable. If I were in your shoes I wouldn’t be able to write about things so close to home like that at all. Even though you ended it like you did, it is still an awesome story. Take care of yourself during this rough patch, especially with the Holiday right around the corner. Hardest part of the year to deal with when there’s been loss in a family. I lost my grandmother a long time ago, but it still hurts. (I was very close to mine, too.) ❤

  4. I am very sorry for your loss, Beverly. My thoughts are with you and your family.

    And actually, I find this to be a really strong ending. The unanswered questions make it so intriguing. And chilling! It’s a great story, Bev. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    Take care! I wish you the best and look forward to your next project.

  5. All my best wishes are with you and your family this holiday Bev, I’m sorry for your loss.

    I to got some chills when I saw that photo in Linnea’s room, it helps answer a lot of questions…..but also creates a few, lol. Thanx for keeping us glued to our seats with your mystery and intrigue.

  6. I understand perfectly. Although that last picture gave me alot of question marks but I respect your decision. Take care of yourself better.

  7. I like the ending – it’s open, but with enough substance to be satisfying. A fantastic story in all! I think it looks like Paul could use a good nap after that ice cream 😉

    So sorry to hear about your grandmother. Best wishes to you and your family.

    I’ll be checking out your new blog 🙂

  8. I’m sorry that you left at the very very exciting moment…But I do understand. That’s how I sometimes feel with my sims and that probably does lead to closing your blog. Well, better luck on the next one!!! 😀

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