The House of Dorian Gray (The Sims 4 Machinima)

Once upon a time there lived an artist, who loved painting his wife. But most of all he loved himself…
Where has the artist gone? What happened to his wife? We can only guess… What do you think? Write in the comments.
Sorry, Oscar Wilde, for changing your story a bit.

Chelsea The Cat in The Sims2, The Sims3 and The Sims4 | #2: The Sims 3

Chelsea The Cat in The Sims2, The Sims3 and The Sims4

3 games, 3 Chelseas, 3 stories.

Part 2: The Sims 3 – Chelsea and her friends.

I planned to make this video to The Sims anniversary. But it took too much time. And I filmed so much that I have to make THREE videos instead of ONE! Hopefully, you’ll like it! 🙂

Don’t forget to comment and hit thumb up if you like the video. Your support is very important for me! And subscribe my channel if you haven’t yet. I have very few subscribers, but they are the best! ❤  Join!

Made with The Sims 2, The Sims 3 and The Sims 4.

Chelsea The Cat in TheSims2, TheSims3 and TheSims4 #1: The Sims 2

Chelsea The Cat in The Sims2, The Sims3 and The Sims4

3 games, 3 Chelseas, 3 stories.

Part 1: The Sims 2 – How to become a film star.

I planned to make this video to The Sims anniversary. But it took too much time. And I filmed so much that I have to make THREE videos instead of ONE! Hopefully, you’ll like it! 🙂

Don’t forget to comment and hit thumb up if you like the video. Your support is very important for me! And subscribe my channel if you haven’t yet. I have very few subscribers, but they are the best! ❤  Join!

Made with The Sims 2, The Sims 3 and The Sims 4.

Bedtime Story. The Sims 4 machinima.

My Channel got 10,000 views recently. Not too much, providing that I started uploading videos 5 years ago. But I’m doing my best to improve my channel still hoping for a miracle.
Thank you for your views, for your likes, for your subscription! ❤ ❤ ❤
Many thanks to Jamie Nord for the permission to use his wonderful music “Winter Waltz – Frozen Tales (feat. Xenomorph)” in my video.

Never stop hoping for miracles!

One day you will regret

One day you will regret.
Regret scolding her.
Scolding for scratched wallpaper.
For broken plant pots.
For the chicken stolen from the table.
Regret neglecting her so many times when she begged you to take her in your arms:
“I have to go and you’ll cover me all over with your hair!”
“But I have just been holding you in my arms! Isn’t that enough?”
“What is wrong with you? You have water, you have food. Go to sleep on the sofa. Why are you meowing all the time?”
“You see, I have to print. And you are lying on the keyboard!”
She wanted to be with you but you were always busy. You always had to do your daily chores or to communicate with your online friends. How late did you realise that SHE needed you much more than all your online friends!
Only yesterday you refused to take her in your arms when she begged you. And today she refuses the tasty treats she has always loved so much!
Now you are ready to carry her in your arms all day long but SHE doesn’t need that now. She breaks away and dodders to the entrance door. Who is she going to escape from? You? Or someone creepy, whom she sees but you don’t yet?


“Shall we go to the vet?” – your hubby asks having returned from work.
You are not sure that will help but you clutch at this straw.
“17 years old? That’s 90 in humans years,” – muses the vet, having questioned you and examined the cat.
What’s the difference how old she is in humans years! Her mother is still alive!
“The temperature is 3 degrees below normal.”
That doesn’t tell you anything new. You yourself feel the cold of the tiny body.
“Well, I can put her on a drip…” – the doctor adds doubtingly.
Some time later your kitty, hooked up to an I.V., starts to shout at the top of her voice. Never has she yelled so terribly. She struggles to break loose. And you try to soothe her: “Calm down, sweetie! Be patient! You should get well.” But you can’t stand that any more and soon begin to sob bitterly without being embarrassed about people watching you.
The torment is over at last. Your hubby pays the vet and you with the sufferring cat go to the exit.
“Has the kitty broken her leg?” – the old lady, waiting in a queue with her cat, asks you with sympathy, pointing at the bandaged after the I.V. therapy leg. You are not able to answer and just shake your head and run to the car.


At home your kitty gets worse. She screams almost all the time. As terribly as she did at the vet’s. No more does she get up and you hold her while she drinks as her legs are too week.
During the night her desperate screams wake you up several times and you clasp her to your breast and lull her to calm down.
Next day she refuses to drink. She keeps crying and you curse yourself for torturing her at the vet’s in vain. In the evening, having given her injections, together with hubby you carefully instil water into her mouth with a syringe without a needle. That seems to help. She quiets down. And you even hope that everything will be okay.

This night she lies so calm that you can’t understand whether she is alive. Keeping warm her little body, you try to feel her heart beats.
In the morning, a strange sound wakes you up. As if someone sneezes. And you realise that it’s your cat. She “sneezes” again. And her whole body twitches brokenly. Again you clasp her to your breast, stroke and whisper in her ear: “I love you, my little baby.”
Having “sneezed” once again, she becomes quiet. You still keep wrapping her in the blanket and stroking.
But there are no miracles. She’s gone.
Forever having left you with the regrets at what you HAVEN’T DONE for her.



The Sunshine Blogger Award

I should have done this long ago. But the last months were so busy! And I kept saying to myself: “Well, I have to do my flat repairing first and then I’ll sit and write a proper acceptance”, “I have to upload this video and then…”, “I have to… and then…” … As time passed things seemed to get worse. My to do list grew and grew…1376932506163846.png

That’s why one of my New Year resolutions was to write the acceptances in the end.

Sorry for being so late. I’m a very bad cat.  

So, long ago I was nominated for this award by a wonderful blogger Mastress Alita, whose amazing Cat Chronicles I adore so much.  Don’t forget to check her wonderful Short Stories and Teatime Tuesday as well!

Thank you very much, dear Alita! ❤

What is the Sunshine Blogger Award?

Well, it of course is an award for bloggers from other bloggers. It is a beautiful way to share all the amazing things other bloggers do and write about. To recognize their efforts in inspiring others to do what they love.


1. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link to their blog.
2. Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate 11 bloggers and add their links.
4. Notify the bloggers you included.
5. Keep the rules in your post.

Answers to Questions I Received:

1. What is the first Sims game you played?
SimCity ,
then The Sims, The Sims 2, The Sims 3… and I got lost in Simland. 😀

2. Favorite expansion/stuff pack/game pack?
Yes, Pets of course! There aren’t Pets in The Sims 4 yet, so I love Granite Falls – because of Bears. 5

3. What is your favorite book or author?
Scarlet Sails by Alexander Grin – a marvellous story of everlasting love.7148300800_tre-kronor4

4. What is your favorite fictional genre?
It’s funny but I still love fairy tales – folk fairy tales, fairy tales by Wilhelm Hauff, brothers Grimm, Charles Perrault, plays by Yevgeny Schwarz esp. his Natural Wonder (a story of a Bear and a Princess), as well as Harry Potter (books and films). I also love romance like Gone with the Wind.

5. Is there a song that always brings you to tears?
Yes. This one. It’s about nowadays kids and their great-grandfathers, who didn’t return from the war. Listening to it I recall my grandfathers, whom I never saw – they were killed in World War II when my parents were toddlers.

6. What is your favorite vacation destination?
If only I could, I would travel all over the world.

7. Pick your poison (what is your drink of choice?)
Chocolate. It’s killing me.

8. Let’s play kiss, marry, kill, only with your Sims! (That is, of your Sims, which one would you most like to kiss, which one would you most like to marry, and which one would you most like to kill?)
I would kiss little Astra Bear. I would marry Junior Bear. I would kill paparazzi in The Sims 3. (I tried to feed them to CowPlant, but they are immortal.  )

9. What are five hobbies you enjoy?
The Sims, cats, gardening, making videos, music.

10. What is your favorite fictional creature?
The Bear in Natural Wonder.

11. Against a zombie, what would be your weapon of choice?
Angry bees potion. It always helped me in the Sims 3.

My Nominees

Not all of my nominees write Sim Stories. Moreover, not all of the blogs relate to The Sims. But in the rules I haven’t found anything against that. So I hope that’s OK. As all of these bloggers bring sunshine into their readers’ life – with their Sim Stories, with their Sim creations, with their blogs full of optimism and happiness.

 Bree Miles, BreeMiles Sims Stuff

 Carewren123, Carewren123 Sim Stories

 Cshaner, SimFluence

 Claire, Why Mum was Right About the Goats

 Greencatssims, Skills Legacy and more

 Judith, Artistcoveries

 Lisabeesims, Prince and Snow Redux

 Mahdheebah, The Mahdheebah Blog (TMB)

 My Life Online

 Shannon Simsfan, Take Me to the Moon

 Sweetnightingale, Simming With Sweetnightingale

Questions For My Nominees

  1. What is your favourite season?
  2. What does The Sims mean for you?
    Possible answers:
    “It’s my life.”
    “It’s the chronic addiction I must get rid of.”
    “The Sims? What on earth is The Sims?! 106
  3. What is your favourite fairy tale?
  4. If you met a fairy, what three wishes would you ask her to grant?
  5. Fairy? Vampire? Mermaid/Merman? Witch? Unicorn? Dragon? – What would you like to be?
  6. Have you ever been to Russia? Would you like to go there (again)?
  7. What is your favourite music?
  8. What are five flowers you love most of all?
  9. Imagine: it’s rainy and cold. What are you going to do?
  10. Cats or dogs?
  11. Rain or snow?


Exit Without Saving.


Jess was happy. They were sitting on the bench, chatting and admiring beautiful stars. At least she was admiring the stars. Nick was trying to smoke.
-Stop smoking, – she seized his cigarette and threw it in the trash bin.
-Would you like me to tell you a joke? – he asked.
-OK, – she accepted.ews1-A cowboy’s wife was asked: “How can you live without any quarrels?” “After wedding, we were riding home. My horse stumbled. Hubby said: “One.” The horse stumbled again. He said: “Two.” When the horse stumbled for the third time, he shot it. I asked him: “Why did you shoot my horse?” He said: “One.” I haven’t asked any questions since then.”
-Stupid joke, – Jess frowned.
-Stupid joke! – she laughed.
-Stupid joke, – Jess insisted. The game was getting annoying.
Nick took Jess’s arm and led her towards her house. Jess tried to talk, but Nick kept silence. He took her to the house and disappeared.
All the next day was logy. In the evening Jess heard the bell.
-Hi, – he was offering her a box of chocolates. – Let’s go out.
Without any apologies. As if nothing had happened yesterday.
It looked like he was buying her with those chocolates. But Jess couldn’t do anything. Later, recalling that situation, she was throwing this box at him, banishing him from her sight. But at that moment her love paralyzed her will.

ews2“How happy am I!” – she wrote in her blog the day before wedding. If only she knew how much she would cry!

Nick felt his power over Jess and took advantage of that – every so often he enjoyed his silence whereas Jess was trying to find out what she did wrong. She was begging, screaming, turning out her husband and then imploring him to stay. She hated being so grovelling. But her love, beaten black and blue, still managed to turn Jess into a puppet.ews3

Once, after another Nick’s walkout, she swallowed all the pills she found at home. Then she was sitting at the desk writing her last message. Suddenly, their son Max woke up. He was standing in his crib crying: “Mama! Mama!” And Jess realized that she wants to live! For the sake of her little son, who could hardly talk but understood and loved her! Nick, who just pretended to be leaving, returned and pulled nearly fainted Jess to the bathroom, making her drink lots of water. Jess was scaring the toilet sink humbly.ews4

Her love was poisoned with those pills – husband’s “silence game” didn’t impress Jess since then. When Nick didn’t answer her question, she kept silence herself. Nick changed his tactics. Now, to punish his wife, he left. For his mother’s. Leaving Jess with agonizing doubts: “Will he return?” He did return. With presents. Instead of apologies.

That summer Nick and Jess decided to do some renovation. Why did they argue? No one could remember later. But, having packed his belongings, Nick threw his keys on the floor and disappeared.ews5

Jess was trying not to think about him. Together with Max, who was 12 then, they were moving the furniture, painting the doors and windows, hanging wallpaper. Jess was proud of her son. But she was feeling remorse – she deprived Max of summer vacation.

A month later, when the flat was repaired, the doorbell rang. Jess opened the door and saw Nick.
-How’s everything? I’ve bought a new mirror for you.
Her love was at its last gasp. But that agonizing love was still strong enough not to let out her scream: “Get lost with your mirror!” She just returned to her room, where her favourite computer game was waiting for her.ews6

-Ma, what’s for dinner? – having come from school, Max entered the kitchen and saw Nick.
-What. Is. That. Doing. Here? – pointing at his dad.
-I’m living in here, – Nick tried to joke.
-Clown! – the boy slammed out of the flat.ews7-Max! Where are you going? How about dinner? – Jess shouted running after him.
-I’m full.
He returned home almost at midnight, when Jess was beside herself with despair.
-Where have you been?
-At my friend’s.
-Why haven’t you answered the phone? I didn’t know what to think.
-Aw, c’mon! I’m OK.

That day was the beginning of the son’s awkward age. Again and again Jess was thinking that everything would’ve been different if she hadn’t let Nick in. And Max had gone right off his rocker. He was disappearing for hours somewhere. And when he was at home, he spent hours playing computer games. Max’s teachers kept lecturing Jess for being irresponsible mother. Listening to them, she was feeling miserable. She knew everything. But all her attempts to talk with her son, her cries, her tears, her persuasions – nothing helped.

She was living like a robot: going to work, doing household chores… As soon as she had free time, she would rush to her computer, where her favourite game was waiting.
Jess bought this game for her son when he was 11. She wanted to distract him from computer monsters he loved so much. She liked the game where you can create your own characters, build them homes, fulfil their wishes… She hoped her son would love the game. But Max said the game was boring.
She began to play the game to show her son how interesting it was. But then she got completely carried away. Since then, as soon as Jess faced unsolvable problems, she escaped to virtuality. She liked to build cosy houses for her puppets. She loved that in a doll family it was easier to improve relations than in real life. But the most valuable was that if you’ve made a mistake, it can always be eliminated – just exit the game without saving. If only you could do that in real life! Once she told her husband that she regrets not throwing him out of the house with that box of chocolates. “I’d better live alone if you wouldn’t come again.” “I would come”, Nick said. That made Jess even more desperate. The thoughts of impossibility to change the past were driving her mad. Those thoughts may have caused splitting headaches, which couldn’t be cured by any pills. Nick insisted on her going to the doctor’s, but Jess hated hospitals.

That day she had a headache again. Tired of her tries to reach son on the phone, Jess went to bed – Max often came after midnight. She was woken by the doorbell. “He’s always losing his keys!” – she thought. It was 4 a.m. She heard her husband get up. “Well. Let him talk with the son in a masculine way.”

-Well? What did he say? – she asked half-asleep.
-Nothing. I turned him out.
-What?! He’s only 14! – her sleepiness seemed to have been blown away.
-Next time you open the door, – Nick muttered.
Jess didn’t hear him. She ran out into the street. But she couldn’t see anybody. She tried to phone. “The subscriber unit is switched off or out of range.” Having searched the neighbourhood without any result, she returned home. In the morning, she began phoning Max’s friends. No one knew anything. She was dashing around the flat, not knowing what to do. Terrible thoughts of what could be happening to her beloved son were bursting her head into millions bits.ews9

-Go to bed. What can happen to him? – Nick tried to reassure her, but stopped short meeting with her ice-cold eyes full of hatred and disgust.ews8

Another night came. The knowledge of her own helplessness was killing Jess. She turned on the computer. She wanted to escape.

Jess didn’t hear her husband go out.

She was off her game. Instead of being promoted, her simself got fired. Jess was reloading the game again and again. Waiting for the game to load, she was trying to change the past in her mind. “Let’s go out.” “No!!!” … “I’ve bought a mirror.” “Get lost!!!”… “Max! Wait! I’ll open the door!”
The headache got unbearable. But Jess decided that performing the task in the game would help her in real life: Her darling son would return. Wholesome and alive.ews10

The door opened.
-You should’ve thought of Mother. She’s driven mad.
-You’ve thrown me out of the house, – Max was proud of himself: his parents will remember his lesson forever!
-Ma, why’s the light on?
He entered the room. Jess was sitting in front of the black screen with her head on the keyboard.
-Are you sleeping? – he touched her shoulder feeling sorry.
-Mom! Mommy! – he hadn’t called her so for ages.
Nick, who came in, got motionless.ews11

Max was shaking his mother’s body, hoping to wake her up. He didn’t notice the mouse fall. Woken by the mouse, the screen got bright and they saw a cosy room. At the table, Jess was sitting with a green plumbbob above her head. Her husband and son were having dinner with her, chatting cheerfully.
A happy doll family…ews12.png



Written for The Short Story Challenge held by Carewren123.