Derelict 1: The Decision

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act. The rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life and the procedure. The process is its own reward.” ~Amelia Earhart

Short curly hair, slightly boyish features, Amelia sleeps in the dark in her single bed.

Amelia Echo woke up slowly, dreams fracturing like broken glass as she transitioned from night to day. She was never sure exactly when she should get up. When was “morning” when the sun was just a distant pinprick only slightly larger than the stars that surrounded her.

Something else, usually hunger, the bathroom, or boredom, would drive her from her bed. Although there were days – the bad ones – when all that was too much to bother with.

Still in darkness, Amelia makes her bed. She is looking down and somewhat uncomfortable.

Today though, the grumbling of her stomach urged her up and she wandered sleepily into the tiny kitchenette. Her dreams clung like spiderwebs, unfocused. It felt like wading through soup. She grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat down heavily.

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As Amelia ate and her hunger lessened, she started to feel better. Yesterday, unable to live with the ghosts of the past, but equally unable to intrude into another’s space, she had frantically cleared out her designated rooms. Removing anything not nailed down and cleaning everything until it gleamed. Today was her fresh start. She could do anything.

Or nothing. That was the fear right? That she would just…stop. “Enough Amelia, you must act,” she told herself. She took a deep breath letting the rising panic go. “Just take things one moment at a time.”

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The place felt empty now and she itched to refill it. But with what? She would start painting, she decided. Then she could cover the walls with her own art. Art that had no memories to catch her eye. There was an easel across the hall. And paints. It wouldn’t be too heavy to carry. She moved quickly across the empty hallway and, bringing the easel back, she set it up in her bedroom.

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A blank canvas was exactly what Amelia wanted. She ignored the voice that tried to remind her how many times she’d attempted to start anew and failed. It would be worse not to try at all.

But what to draw first? She needed something that would make a statement. Endless possibilities almost paralyzed her. “One moment at a time,” she reminded herself and narrowed the focus. Color first, she stared at the paints. Blue? Red? No, Yellow.

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Yellow was the color of chrysanthemums and they symbolized optimism and joy. Amelia had read that once in Gardening for Beginners. That’s why she’d made sure to plant them in her garden. Yellow would be the perfect color for a new start. But she didn’t want to draw flowers.

She needed something stronger. Something to keep her company. A horse? She’d just finished reading Crisis Barn and in that book, the character’s horse, Allegro, had become his best friend and sidekick, even helping him crack the case.

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She spent the morning carefully working on the small painting and was quite pleased with how it turned out. The horse seemed to exude joyfulness. And she’d read somewhere that wild horses symbolized freedom. Had she dreamt of horses last night? She couldn’t remember anymore.

She hung her Freedom Joy Horse picture in the kitchenette where it would remind her of her new determination. This was her decision now and she was going to live her life exactly as she pleased – even if it meant living it all alone.

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26 comments

  1. I think I’m in love with this Sim.

    What a cool start! It’s already got that “Lost in Space” feel… and it amazes me how different it feels from Henrietta Davida Thoreau’s experience, which was intentional, not accidental.

    Also, remember how Easter Lilly Wolff painted lots and lots of little ponies? Hehehe! I wonder if that’s a common subject matter for insane Sims.

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    • Ooh – I’d forgotten that about Easter! I’ll have to pay attention she’s done the pony twice now. It’d be great if it was a theme. The next post on this will be next Monday – I’m planning to get Penelope ready for camp this week.

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      • See? That’s what Easter did! She had all these crazy ponies all over that studio of hers! When she and her family moved to their own house, they hung them all up on the wall! Oh! With Penelope… I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to start her session. She’s in Session 3, and I might be lucky enough to start Session 2 on Friday, but then July 1 is the precipice! So… I can’t really be sure.

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  2. It takes so much energy to fight boredom and to keep up hope when one sees each day running together into the nights like that and one is all alone like that… well, based on limited times like that, I imagine it must be and you conveyed it so well. I loved how she overcame wanting to give up on a another fresh start.

    Someone said that people lost in the wilderness die of embarrassment – oh, it was in that movie with Anthony Hopkins where he was lost in the Alaskan wilds and had to motivate himself– “KiIll the Bear!” Have you seen that? Anyway, your Amelia’s experience in her ship reminds me of that quote. But she had the courage to make another start.

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    • Yeah – honestly I have no idea where she gets the strength. I can barely imagine what I would do. I haven’t seen the movie..I’ll have to look it up. I have a feeling I’ll be researching a lot of what prolonged solitude does for a person for this. But I think the everyday battles, help. One foot in front of another – type thing.

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  3. Such a strong start to this series! I really enjoyed how descriptive this part was, considering that there isn’t really much to tell just from the pictures alone – your words give the situation so much depth and perspective. I hope Amelia continues to grow from strength to strength in her solitude, and will keep on finding purpose in her everyday life as she did today! I bet Freedom Joy Horse would help her in that. He’s so cute to have as a companion, it’s hard not to be happy just from looking at him! 🙂

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    • Thanks! I hope so too. I’m trying something slightly different with this story. There’s not much in a room challenge beyond the sim and a tiny box, so her interior life is just as important I think than her exterior. Thanks for reading! (Also love your ninjapig!)

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      • It’s a very unique and interesting challenge, and is in my opinion harder to write for as compared to many other challenges. I guess it demands a lot of introspection and personal development, as opposed to, say, a legacy challenge or a baby challenge where you have the cushion of many Sims’ personalities being able to tell part of the story themselves. Of course, I’m not saying that those kinds of stories are any less worthy of merit!

        You’re welcome – thank you for writing such interesting stories! I’m a big fan of your Pigglewiggle legacy and Sidelines series as well! And I really like that you write for Skyrim too. 🙂

        (I’m glad you like her! *oink*)

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  4. If you decide to watch that movie it is called The Edge. If I remember correctly, for a good bit of the movie it is actually two survivors in the wilderness. But I’ve always remembered that quote, because it captures the idea that being alone and left to motivate yourself challenges people’s motivation so much.

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  5. I like the start. Your language choice and screenshots really lend to the space feel. I can feel the cool, almost sterile environment and hear the echos as she moves about the ship!

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