Kitee Bones Lived in a Graveyard

[warr2098]

Yay now I can play the best sims ever 

[AdnaanA]

Apples can I use Buster for my dynasty founder, I think he is very hot, and all I want to change is his skin colour. I'm sorry if I am being rude in anyway, but I find it hard to tell if I am being rude

[ApplesApplesApples]

Apples can I use Buster for my dynasty founder, I think he is very hot, and all I want to change is his skin colour. I'm sorry if I am being rude in anyway, but I find it hard to tell if I am being rude

Absolutely! You don't know how happy that would make me. Change anything you like, and please let me know when you start your dynasty so I can read it! You're never rude, don't worry.

[AdnaanA]

Absolutely! You don't know how happy that would make me. Change anything you like, and please let me know when you start your dynasty so I can read it! You're never rude, don't worry.

Aww, thank you Apples! I'll definitely tell you! I'm thinking of writing the first chapter tomorrow💟 but is there any cute sims in twinbrook lunar lakes and uc?

[warr2098]

twinbrook= ugly sims  Trust me I looked 

[AdnaanA]

Okay then, Lunar Lakes and Union Cove?🌷
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[warr2098]

Union Cover will probably have nice sims since its user created, Lunar Lakes if you want a science-like story?

[Simboy134]

Okay then, Lunar Lakes and Union Cove?
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AdnaanA

I think Union cove would be better if you want a normal story, lunar lakes for crazy story

[JudesSims]

Aww, thank you Apples! I'll definitely tell you! I'm thinking of writing the first chapter tomorrow💟 but is there any cute sims in twinbrook lunar lakes and uc?

Goodwin Goode is pretty cute in Twinbrook.

[AdnaanA]

I'll say he is the cutest

[RoseLena10]

Great update! Beautiful wedding!

[ApplesApplesApples]

Chapter Eleven: The End of Things, the Beginning of Things

Bessie has been so happy lately. Pregnant, married, and working as a doctor, her lifelong dream. She confessed to me the other day that she thought no one could ever love her, because everyone was so afraid of her. Alfred even makes jokes about her being a ghost, which no one ever did before because they didn't want to offend her. I know it makes her happy, though, because it means he's okay with it. To him, she's no different than anyone else, except that he loves her. I love him a bit, too, myself, because I've never seen Bessie this happy.



Janie stresses out all the time about the slightest thing. You'd think living with Bessie and hearing about my late husband being a ghost when I married him would make her used to that kind of thing, but she still pitches a screaming fit whenever she sees Xander dancing.



It wouldn't bother me--she's really nice the rest of the time--but I'm worried because they say you aren't supposed to get stressed when you're pregnant. Buster is working all the time, painting and writing, and he doesn't always have time to console her. Fortunately Bessie, who's already started to show, has been talking to her. I can tell they enjoy sharing the experience of pregnancy.



Bessie didn't want to accept time off from work. "People need my organs!" she said. But we convinced her to stay home and rest. She still works on the computer, though.



One night on the way to supper Janie's contractions start unexpectedly! Everyone's in an uproar. I keep expecting her to freak out, but she's surprisingly calm. Probably enjoying all the attention.



Buster wants to take her to the hospital, but Janie wants to have the birth at home, where she can control everything and order everyone around. After a few hours, Viola is born.



I'm so glad they've decided not to use family names. I'm tired of all the baggage. They both wanted a boy, but I think they've decided a girl is just as good, if not better.

With all these people in the house it's sometimes hard to find some solitude for myself. Fortunately I have my little garden and my pond, where I can spend a few hours while still being close by if anyone needs me.





I take every opportunity I can to play with Viola. She's such a sweet baby, and everyone wants to hold her.



Bessie isn't left far behind. The next morning before lunch, she goes into labor. I confess it's been a long time since my children were born, and I'm out of practice. I freak out. Bessie is great, though.



She opts for a home birth, too, and after a few hours little Tyrone pops out. She and Buster wanted a girl, and of course since everything's upside-down in this family, they get a boy. They're not disappointed, either. And I think Bessie's relieved that Tyrone is a regular kid. Maybe he'll be able to have a more-or-less normal life.



When I finally get to hold Tyrone in my arms I'm filled with joy, but at the same time there's a finality to things. I realize I feel old. This is my second grandchild. I've raised my kids, they're married and have good jobs. I've fulfilled all my greatest dreams and wishes. I think it might be time for the next step.



That evening I visit the graveyard for the first time in quite a while. All the excitement from the pregnancies and births has kept me away. I walk up to the statue of the Grim Reaper, the first thing I saw when I arrived here so long ago.



I start to feel odd. A little cold, and for some reason surrounded by multicolored sparkles.



I accept it. I've lived my life the best way I knew how, and everything I needed to do I've done. But when the Grim Reaper appears, I'm suddenly overcome with terror.

"Grim, please tell me what's on the other side!" I beg.

"It's not allowed," he booms. "Besides," he adds in a more normal voice, "I'm not quite sure myself. It's different for everybody."

"You know what I mean. Will Ransom be waiting for me, or will I be a stranger to him? Will he be a stranger to me?"



Grim cocks his head to one side. "Kitee, why are you so afraid? No one ever gets something in the netherworld that's wrong for them. If you reunite with Ransom, it was meant to be. If you don't, it wasn't."

I bow my head. "It's not like I have much of a choice now, do I?"

"Nope. I don't come when I'm not needed."

I sigh, get to my feet, and see that he's already prepared a grave for me. A big, tall one, just like Ransom's. I remember what he said about harmony and the symphony of the afterlife. And then I remember that Bessie and Buster will be with me eventually, too, and I'm not as afraid. I'm a little curious, actually.

"What do I do?" I ask.

"Oh, you know. Just dive into it."

I take a running step and launch into the air. I'm so light I don't even need the extra push. Gravity has no pull for me anymore.

I dive into the grave and it all goes dark.



Bessie Bones

My mother died a few days ago. We all went to the graveyard to say goodbye to her; Buster, Janie, Alfred, and I. But Buster and Janie are busy with their jobs and Viola, who's getting so big. She has her mother's eyes, I think, but she has my mom's hair. Buster has that same hair, so I guess I'd have it, too.



Alfred's busy with Tyrone and his job. He's already moving up in his career. He hopes to be a forensic specialist soon, although I always remind him that it's not like it is on TV, and he shouldn't expect fantastical gadgets and clean-cut cases and all that idealistic stuff, but I don't think he believes me.

But me? I can't seem to leave my mom. We moved her grave and Ransom's to sit on either side of her favorite bench, the one she slept on all that time she lived in the graveyard. Hers has a little rubber ducky beside it. One of the ones she reeled in while fishing. It used to sit beside our cribs, she told me.



I can't believe she's gone. She was only eighty-two. She wasn't even around for Tyrone's first birthday. She could have seen him grow up, at least a little bit. Why did she have to leave?

I wonder if she's with dad. She never talked about it much, but I know she was worried about that. She wasn't sure if they could be reunited. I tried to tell her that there was no way two people who loved each other so much could be parted by death, but I'm not sure if I even believe it myself. I mean, I've been connected to the netherworld my whole life, and if I know something, it's that things are different there. Very different. It's disorienting to look at it, kind of like trying to read words that are back-to-front and upside-down.

I've been sitting here a long time, and it's getting close. It must be near dawn. I have to go back to work in a few days. It won't do to fall asleep in the middle of my shift. And my mom will still be here whenever I want to visit her.

I stand up just as the first glimmer of dawn starts to show on the horizon. But there's something else, a pale light coming from across the pond. I would recognize ghosts as easy as my own face, which, surprise surprise, is a pretty good reference for identifying them. It takes me a moment to see who they are, as the light makes them harder to see.

Realization strikes me and my eyes widen in surprise. It's my mom, and who's that man she's with? I think I know that Mohawk.  It must be my dad.

I wonder if I should go to them. I've never met him before. But something about them makes me stay put, just watching. They're holding hands, smiling at each other. They don't seem to notice I'm there.



As the first rays of sunlight start to touch the edge of the graveyard, they both look away into the sunrise, look back at each other, and with a nod, still holding hands, disappear in a puff of blue and white smoke.

I have tears on my cheeks. I've never been good at holding them back, since I've had no reason to. No one can see them, or notice my eyes redden. My mother and father are together after all.

I take a cab back home. Somehow the cab drivers have grown used to me, and take me and my family to and from the graveyard all the time without thinking anything of it.

Tyrone is waiting for me in the living room, where Janie sits watching TV with Viola.

"Couldn't sleep?" I ask as I scoop Tyrone into my arms.

Janie scowls at me. "It wasn't me that woke up at this ungodly hour. I'd be resting peacefully if it weren't for a certain someone." She looks pointedly at Viola, who's glued to the screen.

I grin. We've all learned not to take her too seriously. She's never as angry as she lets on. "What about you, little guy? What are you doing up?" I tickle his tummy, and he giggles.



After putting him in his high chair, I head upstairs. Alfred is napping, but he opens his eyes as I come in.

"Sorry," I say.

He shakes his head and opens his arms. I nestle up to him gratefully. "Were you in the cemetery?"

"Yes. And guess what I saw? My mom and Ransom. They're together after all. Kitee Bones is back to living in a graveyard."

"So it's true, then? Love really does conquer death?"

"I guess so."

He smiles at me. "How do you feel about an eternity together?"



I return the smile. "I think that sounds just about right."
Thanks so much for making this all worthwhile, and sticking to the end with me. I really enjoyed this, although the bugs (I'll shut up about them soon, I promise ) did drive me crazy. I'm sorry I made you wait so long between chapters, and I hope you enjoyed this odd little journey.

Love,

ApplesApplesApples

[RoseLena10]

So this is the end of the story... I really loved this story and thank you so much for writing an amazing story!

[Sugarnibble]

OMG! I loved this story and although I am sad to see it end, I'm glad Kitee and Ransom were together after all. That was such an amzing ending to the story!

[Saltypaws]

You did it again Apples.  That was such a fantastic story.  I got so use to getting up and looking for your stories to read while I drink my coffee.  I hope you write another one soon.  I have to say again, your writing is so very good.