I was pleased to see that more people voted this last week. Thank you to those of you who did. I find it encouraging when you take an active part.
Here are the results from last week:
2% - Something else
8% - A petting zoo
13% - A political rally
24% - The circus
50% - A friend's wedding
Barry and crew are headed to a wedding! I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mischief Barry can get into there. If you voted for the circus or the political rally don't worry. There is a strong chance that Barry will make a stop at these locations eventually.
The Road Trip - part 004
“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”
“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”
“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
The Road Trip links
The Road Trip
The latest part of the story
The whole story so far
Below are links to the individual parts of the story
The latest part of the story
The whole story so far
Below are links to the individual parts of the story
The Road Trip - The story todate
This is my interactive story The Road Trip in its entirety. I will keep this post updated as new parts are added, along with the voting options for the latest part. If you are a new reader this will save you the hassle of having to track down all the individual pieces, a whopping two so far, but hopefully many more to come. :)
The Road Trip
By Varian Milagro
(with help from all those who voted and/or commented)
Susan Marshall finished cramming the folded tent into it’s nylon carrying bag and then wiped her brow. It wasn’t even that hot out and she was sweating already. Too much time sitting at a desk pushing paper and not enough time in the great outdoors. She glanced around the campsite. They’d managed to grab a great spot. Right next to the river with lots of shade and a great view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.
She was a little stiff this morning. The foam sleeping pad she’d bought at REI last week had nothing on her king sized, pillow top mattress back home. Still, she was willing to trade a few aches for the fresh air and time with her daughters. It was a shame that their father hadn’t been able to make the trip.
The Road Trip
By Varian Milagro
(with help from all those who voted and/or commented)
Susan Marshall finished cramming the folded tent into it’s nylon carrying bag and then wiped her brow. It wasn’t even that hot out and she was sweating already. Too much time sitting at a desk pushing paper and not enough time in the great outdoors. She glanced around the campsite. They’d managed to grab a great spot. Right next to the river with lots of shade and a great view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.
She was a little stiff this morning. The foam sleeping pad she’d bought at REI last week had nothing on her king sized, pillow top mattress back home. Still, she was willing to trade a few aches for the fresh air and time with her daughters. It was a shame that their father hadn’t been able to make the trip.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Interactive story - part 2
The votes are in! Here are the results:
2% - Her fingernails thicken, looking more like claws.
3% - Hello Kitty is painted on each nail.
10% - Andrea’s fingernails turn bright pink as gold bracelets appear on her wrists.
32% - Her fingernails turn blood red as tattoos materialize on her fingers, just below the knuckles, spelling out, “Fuck Off!”
48% - Her fingernails paint themselves black.
Don't worry if your favorite option didn't win. I'll be hitting all of these types of TFs and more as the story progresses.
The Road Trip - part 002
Andrea shuddered as a surge of pleasure rolled down through her abdomen, her legs quivering as her fingernails turned black before her eyes. She struggled to control her breathing and resist the urge to touch herself. And this was only the beginning. It was going to get much worse if she didn’t get her mother and sister back to the RV immediately.
2% - Her fingernails thicken, looking more like claws.
3% - Hello Kitty is painted on each nail.
10% - Andrea’s fingernails turn bright pink as gold bracelets appear on her wrists.
32% - Her fingernails turn blood red as tattoos materialize on her fingers, just below the knuckles, spelling out, “Fuck Off!”
48% - Her fingernails paint themselves black.
Don't worry if your favorite option didn't win. I'll be hitting all of these types of TFs and more as the story progresses.
The Road Trip - part 002
Andrea shuddered as a surge of pleasure rolled down through her abdomen, her legs quivering as her fingernails turned black before her eyes. She struggled to control her breathing and resist the urge to touch herself. And this was only the beginning. It was going to get much worse if she didn’t get her mother and sister back to the RV immediately.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Interactive story
I've decided to start my own interactive story. I will post a short section of the story and then give you several options to choose from. Anyway, here is the first bit.
The Road Trip - Intro
Susan Marshall finished cramming the folded tent into it’s nylon carrying bag and then wiped her brow. It wasn’t even that hot out and she was sweating already. Too much time sitting at a desk pushing paper and not enough time in the great outdoors. She glanced around the campsite. They’d managed to grab a great spot. Right next to the river with lots of shade and a great view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.
She was a little stiff this morning. The foam sleeping pad she’d bought at REI last week had nothing on her king sized, pillow top mattress back home. Still, she was willing to trade a few aches for the fresh air and time with her daughters. It was a shame that their father hadn’t been able to make the trip.
The Road Trip - Intro
Susan Marshall finished cramming the folded tent into it’s nylon carrying bag and then wiped her brow. It wasn’t even that hot out and she was sweating already. Too much time sitting at a desk pushing paper and not enough time in the great outdoors. She glanced around the campsite. They’d managed to grab a great spot. Right next to the river with lots of shade and a great view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.
She was a little stiff this morning. The foam sleeping pad she’d bought at REI last week had nothing on her king sized, pillow top mattress back home. Still, she was willing to trade a few aches for the fresh air and time with her daughters. It was a shame that their father hadn’t been able to make the trip.
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