A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 5
The following morning Cassidy wondered if she’d been ripped off. Nothing about her had changed and Olga had refused to tell her when or where she’d meet Quinn, only saying that it would happen soon. During school that day she visited the bathroom in between every class, looking for any change to herself, not knowing what to expect, but hoping for some sign that she hadn’t wasted $1000. That night she was convinced that Olga had taken advantage of her, but was unsure of what to do about it. It wasn’t like she could tell her mom, even if she was currently talking to her.
On Saturday morning, as her mom packed for a weekend camping trip with Ryan, she suddenly didn’t want to be left alone. Her mom was happy that she’d decided to come along, probably seeing it as a sign that her daughter was beginning to forgive her.
As Ryan drove west along I-10, headed toward San Jacinto, Cassidy felt a strange tugging sensation coming from the left side of the car.
“What’s that way?” Cassidy said as she pointed out the window.
“That’s north,” Helen said.
“Ya think?” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Is there any camping over there?”
“Mt. Baldy is that direction,” Ryan said. “We could go there is you’d like.”
“Yes, please.”
As soon as Ryan took the next exit and started driving north the tugging sensation vanished.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 4
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 4
On Wednesday, while Cassidy was at school, Helen met her new employees, almost all of whom were women. They were all excited to meet her. The studio had been owned by a womanizing jerk who’d creeped the employees out with lewd stares and inappropriate comments. Knowing that the general manager was a woman who had a passion for Pilates, even though it was newly found, put them all at ease.
That night, while Cassidy attended choir practice with Richmond at Mt. Zion Baptist church, Ryan and Helen used the time to get busy at her place. They fucked in pretty much every room of the house except Cassidy’s bedroom. They were on the couch entwined together, totally spent, only a blanket covering their modesty, when Richmond dropped Cassidy off. They gathered their clothes and scampered to the master bedroom. While Ryan dressed quickly, Helen peeked out of her window, hoping to catch Richmond giving her daughter a goodnight kiss.
The teenagers didn’t linger at the front door, but walked straight into the house. Helen wanted to go out and greet them right away, feeling that the longer she and Ryan remained in her bedroom the more awkward it would be when they finally emerged, but her hair and makeup were an absolute mess, which was to be expected after hours of mind blowing sex.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 4
On Wednesday, while Cassidy was at school, Helen met her new employees, almost all of whom were women. They were all excited to meet her. The studio had been owned by a womanizing jerk who’d creeped the employees out with lewd stares and inappropriate comments. Knowing that the general manager was a woman who had a passion for Pilates, even though it was newly found, put them all at ease.
That night, while Cassidy attended choir practice with Richmond at Mt. Zion Baptist church, Ryan and Helen used the time to get busy at her place. They fucked in pretty much every room of the house except Cassidy’s bedroom. They were on the couch entwined together, totally spent, only a blanket covering their modesty, when Richmond dropped Cassidy off. They gathered their clothes and scampered to the master bedroom. While Ryan dressed quickly, Helen peeked out of her window, hoping to catch Richmond giving her daughter a goodnight kiss.
The teenagers didn’t linger at the front door, but walked straight into the house. Helen wanted to go out and greet them right away, feeling that the longer she and Ryan remained in her bedroom the more awkward it would be when they finally emerged, but her hair and makeup were an absolute mess, which was to be expected after hours of mind blowing sex.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 3
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 3
Helen woke early again, but this time wrapped in the arms of a rich, handsome, plastic surgeon. She snuggled against him, basking in his scent, the sound of his contented sleep and the security of his presence. Her hands, seeming to move on their own accord, roamed his body and her own, ghosts of the sensations she’d felt the night before sending waves of pleasure through her body. When her hand reached his manhood and found it swelling her own body responded, filling her sex with a delightful wetness.
Remembering how she'd woken her daughter with her screams the previous night, she bolted out of bed.
Ryan woke moments later. Sitting up, he said, “Good morning, beautiful.” He reached out for her, but she avoided his grasp.
“I think that it’s best that we not touch each other this morning.”
“Oh.” His face fell.
“It’s not that,” she said quickly. “It’s just that if you kiss me I’m going to jump your bones and I don’t want to wake my daughter again.”
“Oh.” His smile returned, making Helen giddy.
“Maybe we can fuck in the back of your limo on the way to your house. Then I can jog back home in time to shower and make breakfast for Cassidy.”
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 3
Helen woke early again, but this time wrapped in the arms of a rich, handsome, plastic surgeon. She snuggled against him, basking in his scent, the sound of his contented sleep and the security of his presence. Her hands, seeming to move on their own accord, roamed his body and her own, ghosts of the sensations she’d felt the night before sending waves of pleasure through her body. When her hand reached his manhood and found it swelling her own body responded, filling her sex with a delightful wetness.
Remembering how she'd woken her daughter with her screams the previous night, she bolted out of bed.
Ryan woke moments later. Sitting up, he said, “Good morning, beautiful.” He reached out for her, but she avoided his grasp.
“I think that it’s best that we not touch each other this morning.”
“Oh.” His face fell.
“It’s not that,” she said quickly. “It’s just that if you kiss me I’m going to jump your bones and I don’t want to wake my daughter again.”
“Oh.” His smile returned, making Helen giddy.
“Maybe we can fuck in the back of your limo on the way to your house. Then I can jog back home in time to shower and make breakfast for Cassidy.”
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 2
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 2
Helen woke the following morning before her alarm, feeling better than she’d had in years. Normally she didn’t get out of bed until the very last moment and then raced to get ready in time for work. Today she decided that she wanted to make breakfast for Cassidy. After a quick shower she threw on some clothes and then drove to the grocery store, hoping to make something special and knowing that her refrigerator was woefully understocked.
“That smells pretty good, Mom,” Cassidy said as she hung her backpack on the back of the kitchen chair later that morning. “What is it?”
“It’s pomegranate crepes with a cream cheese filling and oatmeal-blueberry smoothies.”
“Really?” Cassidy took a seat, wondering what had gotten into her mom. She never made breakfast on a weekday and on the weekends it was runny scrambled eggs paired with burnt toast. “You sure look nice. Do you have an interview?”
Helen looked down at her outfit. She wore a knitted skirt and a satin blouse which wasn’t her normal attire for working at the bookstore. She normally wore a pair of dark slacks and a grey sweater over a plain cotton blouse.
“No, I felt like dressing a little nicer is all.”
“Your lipstick is pretty, too.”
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 2
Helen woke the following morning before her alarm, feeling better than she’d had in years. Normally she didn’t get out of bed until the very last moment and then raced to get ready in time for work. Today she decided that she wanted to make breakfast for Cassidy. After a quick shower she threw on some clothes and then drove to the grocery store, hoping to make something special and knowing that her refrigerator was woefully understocked.
“That smells pretty good, Mom,” Cassidy said as she hung her backpack on the back of the kitchen chair later that morning. “What is it?”
“It’s pomegranate crepes with a cream cheese filling and oatmeal-blueberry smoothies.”
“Really?” Cassidy took a seat, wondering what had gotten into her mom. She never made breakfast on a weekday and on the weekends it was runny scrambled eggs paired with burnt toast. “You sure look nice. Do you have an interview?”
Helen looked down at her outfit. She wore a knitted skirt and a satin blouse which wasn’t her normal attire for working at the bookstore. She normally wore a pair of dark slacks and a grey sweater over a plain cotton blouse.
“No, I felt like dressing a little nicer is all.”
“Your lipstick is pretty, too.”
Friday, December 22, 2017
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 1
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Cassidy Prentice shielded her eyes from the sun as she exited Grace church along with her mom and best friend, Penny, glad for the service to finally be over. She didn’t have anything against church, except that the pastor loved to talk and tended to run long on his sermons. Today was kind of special since her mom had attended with them. She normally worked on Sundays and hadn’t been to a service since the divorce and she’d had to start working full time. Church was mostly Penny’s idea. It was her way of pleasing her own mom.
Penny’s mom was a religious nut, making Penny go to church three times a week since she was five. She’d been living with her mom ever since her parent’s divorce when she was five, but when her mother moved to Orlando last year she decided to move in with her dad, rather than leave her friends behind. She’d reduced her church attendance to Sundays only, but she hated going alone and her dad wouldn’t go with her, which left her best friend since third grade to pick up the slack.. So, Cassidy came to church every Sunday, even though it was more of Penny’s thing than hers.
Many people assumed that the three of them were a family. Penny and Cassidy could pass for sisters; both had light brown hair which they usually wore in ponytails. They were pretty, but not beautiful and had the slenderness of youth. Penny wore a yellow dress with white trim and black Mary Janes. Cassidy wore slacks and a peach colored blouse. The only time she wore a dress was when forced by her mom. She’d prefer to wear jeans and a hoodie, but Penny said it was disrespectful not to dress up at least a little bit for church.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Cassidy Prentice shielded her eyes from the sun as she exited Grace church along with her mom and best friend, Penny, glad for the service to finally be over. She didn’t have anything against church, except that the pastor loved to talk and tended to run long on his sermons. Today was kind of special since her mom had attended with them. She normally worked on Sundays and hadn’t been to a service since the divorce and she’d had to start working full time. Church was mostly Penny’s idea. It was her way of pleasing her own mom.
Penny’s mom was a religious nut, making Penny go to church three times a week since she was five. She’d been living with her mom ever since her parent’s divorce when she was five, but when her mother moved to Orlando last year she decided to move in with her dad, rather than leave her friends behind. She’d reduced her church attendance to Sundays only, but she hated going alone and her dad wouldn’t go with her, which left her best friend since third grade to pick up the slack.. So, Cassidy came to church every Sunday, even though it was more of Penny’s thing than hers.
Many people assumed that the three of them were a family. Penny and Cassidy could pass for sisters; both had light brown hair which they usually wore in ponytails. They were pretty, but not beautiful and had the slenderness of youth. Penny wore a yellow dress with white trim and black Mary Janes. Cassidy wore slacks and a peach colored blouse. The only time she wore a dress was when forced by her mom. She’d prefer to wear jeans and a hoodie, but Penny said it was disrespectful not to dress up at least a little bit for church.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Stories on the way!
Hello!
I celebrate Christmas and have always loved this time of year. To all those who also celebrate Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas. If you celebrate something else this time of year I wish you a Happy Holiday, which ever it may be. If you do not celebrate a holiday, then I say I hope you are having a wonderful winter, unless you're in the southern hemisphere, in which case I wish you a great summer.
I have a couple of stories that I will be posting soon. One is part of a Christmas exchange on the TSA-Talk mailing list. I'll also post the story I receive if it is okay with the author.
The second story is my Christmas (holiday, winter, summer) present to you. I was thinking of selling it on Amazon or even using it to start a Patreon, but then I decided that since it was the Christmas (holiday, winter, summer) season, why not give it away? Plus, I figured that I'd need to get a business license to to sell the story and I didn't feel like going through the hassle just yet.
I celebrate Christmas and have always loved this time of year. To all those who also celebrate Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas. If you celebrate something else this time of year I wish you a Happy Holiday, which ever it may be. If you do not celebrate a holiday, then I say I hope you are having a wonderful winter, unless you're in the southern hemisphere, in which case I wish you a great summer.
I have a couple of stories that I will be posting soon. One is part of a Christmas exchange on the TSA-Talk mailing list. I'll also post the story I receive if it is okay with the author.
The second story is my Christmas (holiday, winter, summer) present to you. I was thinking of selling it on Amazon or even using it to start a Patreon, but then I decided that since it was the Christmas (holiday, winter, summer) season, why not give it away? Plus, I figured that I'd need to get a business license to to sell the story and I didn't feel like going through the hassle just yet.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
What's up 11/30/17
Hello all
I thought that I'd give everyone an update on where I'm at story wise. On my last post I mentioned that I was revising a story for tgcomics.com and that I was planning on participating in NanoWriMo. Neither worked out like I'd planned due to real life things like my job getting crazy busy in late October.
I still haven't finished the revision on the tgcomics.com story, but I am close to being done. At the start of November I decided to skip NanoWriMo this year since, due to work, I wasn't able to write much of anything for the first week. Then around the middle of the month a story idea that had been peculating in my head for the last few weeks came to fruition and I had to write it. I just finished the first draft and I was able to get 31,000 words written during November after all.
I thought that I'd give everyone an update on where I'm at story wise. On my last post I mentioned that I was revising a story for tgcomics.com and that I was planning on participating in NanoWriMo. Neither worked out like I'd planned due to real life things like my job getting crazy busy in late October.
I still haven't finished the revision on the tgcomics.com story, but I am close to being done. At the start of November I decided to skip NanoWriMo this year since, due to work, I wasn't able to write much of anything for the first week. Then around the middle of the month a story idea that had been peculating in my head for the last few weeks came to fruition and I had to write it. I just finished the first draft and I was able to get 31,000 words written during November after all.
Thursday, October 5, 2017
What's going on - 10/5/2017
Well, it's been ten months since I posted one of these story updates. I figured that it was high time that I do so again.
I've been spending quite a bit of my writing time since the last post working on Heather's story. It has grown into quite the monster. When I started revising it in early December 2016 it was 56,188 words long. I've already posted 101,131 words and I still have at least another 20k to post (probably more). I've also done some other writing, but it's been mostly the Heather show since my last update.
I'm taking a bit of a break from Heather's story at the moment. I'm revising a story that will be illustrated and then posted on TGComics.com. It will be back to Heather's story once it's been revised.
I've been spending quite a bit of my writing time since the last post working on Heather's story. It has grown into quite the monster. When I started revising it in early December 2016 it was 56,188 words long. I've already posted 101,131 words and I still have at least another 20k to post (probably more). I've also done some other writing, but it's been mostly the Heather show since my last update.
I'm taking a bit of a break from Heather's story at the moment. I'm revising a story that will be illustrated and then posted on TGComics.com. It will be back to Heather's story once it's been revised.
Friday, September 15, 2017
Story: The Hellions
I'm happy to announce that I've completed a story that has nothing to do with Heather or Bethany. It is based in the same universe as Welcome to the Club and was inspired by Tamara Vincent's new story, Meet the Reapers. Both my story and Tamara's take place the day after the events in Welcome to the Club and Welcome to the Club Again,
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
New story by Tamara Vincent and you have to read it!
Hello,
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Heather's story part 14
Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Status update
Hello,
Sorry that it's been so long since I posted part 13 of Heather's story. I was hoping to get it posted before the end of last month, but then another story took over for a while. I've written rough drafts of a couple stories in my journal while revising Heather's story over these last 9 months and up until recently it hasn't interrupted the revising process. At the end of July I hit upon a story that I became obsessed with for a few weeks and it ate up all of my writing time.
Good news is that I'm back to revising Heather's story and I'm starting to get excited about this next part. On a side note, I kind of go through the seven stages of grief when revising a story, except I have eight steps and some time after Acceptance it's Excitement.
Sorry that it's been so long since I posted part 13 of Heather's story. I was hoping to get it posted before the end of last month, but then another story took over for a while. I've written rough drafts of a couple stories in my journal while revising Heather's story over these last 9 months and up until recently it hasn't interrupted the revising process. At the end of July I hit upon a story that I became obsessed with for a few weeks and it ate up all of my writing time.
Good news is that I'm back to revising Heather's story and I'm starting to get excited about this next part. On a side note, I kind of go through the seven stages of grief when revising a story, except I have eight steps and some time after Acceptance it's Excitement.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Heather's story part 13
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Heather's story part 13a
Authors note: FYI, the entire text of chapter 13 can be found here
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 13a
Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.
“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”
Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.
Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.
“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”
Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”
Chapter 13 is nearly ready
I'm putting the finishing touches on Chapter 13 and I've decided to post it in two parts. Part 1 will likely be posted sometime tonight and end with Heather wearing something similar to this:
The second part of chapter 13 will be posted on Monday or Tuesday.
Some more good news! It looks like Tamara Vincent will have a new eBook up on Amazon in a day or two. It's called Spirit High and I know that I'll be getting a copy as soon as it's available.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
I am very happy to share the story, "Hermione and the Demon of Smoke" with you. I thought that it was lost to the sands of time, but I recently found a copy of it.
It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???
Hermione was in the library when it happened.
There was nothing special about that.
Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.
So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.
Hermione certainly didn’t see it.
She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.
At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.
But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.
She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.
It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???
Hermione was in the library when it happened.
There was nothing special about that.
Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.
So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.
Hermione certainly didn’t see it.
She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.
At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.
But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.
She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.
Monday, June 19, 2017
Heather's Story part 12
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 12
Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.
To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.
The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.
“Meow!” he demanded.
It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 12
Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.
To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.
The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.
“Meow!” he demanded.
It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Part 12 is around the corner
I'd hoped to post part 12 of Heather's story by tonight, but it's not going to happen. I am very close to being done and I have high confidence that it will be ready by tomorrow night.
I'm excited to post this part of the story. I've been wanting to get to Saturday (in the story) since I posted part 1 back in December. If I had known that it would take me until June to finally post this part of the story I may have cried at the time. Anyway, it is almost done now and I am happy to be getting closer to the end. After part 12 there are 4 or 5 more parts to post.
Thanks for reading!
I'm excited to post this part of the story. I've been wanting to get to Saturday (in the story) since I posted part 1 back in December. If I had known that it would take me until June to finally post this part of the story I may have cried at the time. Anyway, it is almost done now and I am happy to be getting closer to the end. After part 12 there are 4 or 5 more parts to post.
Thanks for reading!
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Heather's story part 11
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 11
Heather stood next to Bethany just inside the entrance of Boxcar, a diner just off I-80 between Laramie and Cheyenne. A large brown sign instructing them to wait to be seated stood next to a white board wishing them a happy April Fool’s day and announcing that the special of the day was a Reuben sandwich.
Bethany wore a short, leather skirt and semi transparent blouse that showed off her lacy black bra. On her feet were a pair of stilettos so tall that she nearly walked on her tiptoes. Her hair was pulled tight against her head, but then exploded into a teased out pony tail. Heather wore a plain brown dress that covered her from neck to ankle. Her straight auburn hair hung to the middle of her back. Unlike her sister, the only makeup Heather wore was a modest amount of involuntary eyeliner. Bethany looked like a walking Covergirl advertisement.
Heather tried to keep her mind off recent events while they waited to be seated, focusing instead on the scene around her, the waitresses carrying orders to the kitchen or food to hungry customers, the smell of grilled sandwiches and freshly baked pies, constant rumble of several dozen conversations being held simultaneously. It kept her from thinking about the events at the strip club, the strange ceremony where she’d been infused with magic, her sister forcing her to use that magic on the bouncer, stripping him of his manhood in order to avoid being raped. Most of all it stopped her from brooding over the time she’d spent with Rebecca.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 11
Heather stood next to Bethany just inside the entrance of Boxcar, a diner just off I-80 between Laramie and Cheyenne. A large brown sign instructing them to wait to be seated stood next to a white board wishing them a happy April Fool’s day and announcing that the special of the day was a Reuben sandwich.
Bethany wore a short, leather skirt and semi transparent blouse that showed off her lacy black bra. On her feet were a pair of stilettos so tall that she nearly walked on her tiptoes. Her hair was pulled tight against her head, but then exploded into a teased out pony tail. Heather wore a plain brown dress that covered her from neck to ankle. Her straight auburn hair hung to the middle of her back. Unlike her sister, the only makeup Heather wore was a modest amount of involuntary eyeliner. Bethany looked like a walking Covergirl advertisement.
Heather tried to keep her mind off recent events while they waited to be seated, focusing instead on the scene around her, the waitresses carrying orders to the kitchen or food to hungry customers, the smell of grilled sandwiches and freshly baked pies, constant rumble of several dozen conversations being held simultaneously. It kept her from thinking about the events at the strip club, the strange ceremony where she’d been infused with magic, her sister forcing her to use that magic on the bouncer, stripping him of his manhood in order to avoid being raped. Most of all it stopped her from brooding over the time she’d spent with Rebecca.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Part 11 is coming
I am finishing up part 11. It is a short chapter and more of an interlude. It clocks in at about 4,000 words and is another dream/flashback. Bethany has a lot of screen time in this chapter and gets to flex her powers on some innocent bystanders, which is nice.
There is a very good chance that I will be able to post it tomorrow. If not, I see no reason why it wouldn't be posted on Monday.
Have a great Memorial Day weekend!
There is a very good chance that I will be able to post it tomorrow. If not, I see no reason why it wouldn't be posted on Monday.
Have a great Memorial Day weekend!
Monday, May 8, 2017
Heather's story part 10
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 10
That night, when the girls arrived at Todd’s and Kirk’s house, the door was answered by an unshaven man dressed in sweats and a Lakers jersey.
“Hi, you must be Heather and Abigail. I’m Byron. I rent this place with Todd and Kirk.” He took a step backwards. “Come in and I’ll let them know that you’re here.”
They stood in the living room while Bryon disappeared down the hall. He returned a minute later and said, “They’re still primping.” He leered at both of the girl’s chests for a moment. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”
Heather folded her arms over her breasts. The jacket she’d borrowed from Abigail covered her arms and upper chest, but Byron’s lustful gaze made her feel exposed and dirty.
“We’re fine.” Abigail thrust her chest out slightly.
“Yes, you are. I’m not sure what you see in Twinkle-dee and Twinkle-dumb, but I might have to figure it out. You’re both amazingly beautiful.” Byron looked away and said, “I’m going to go back downstairs and finish watching the game. You’re welcome to join me or wait here.”
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 10
That night, when the girls arrived at Todd’s and Kirk’s house, the door was answered by an unshaven man dressed in sweats and a Lakers jersey.
“Hi, you must be Heather and Abigail. I’m Byron. I rent this place with Todd and Kirk.” He took a step backwards. “Come in and I’ll let them know that you’re here.”
They stood in the living room while Bryon disappeared down the hall. He returned a minute later and said, “They’re still primping.” He leered at both of the girl’s chests for a moment. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”
Heather folded her arms over her breasts. The jacket she’d borrowed from Abigail covered her arms and upper chest, but Byron’s lustful gaze made her feel exposed and dirty.
“We’re fine.” Abigail thrust her chest out slightly.
“Yes, you are. I’m not sure what you see in Twinkle-dee and Twinkle-dumb, but I might have to figure it out. You’re both amazingly beautiful.” Byron looked away and said, “I’m going to go back downstairs and finish watching the game. You’re welcome to join me or wait here.”
Friday, May 5, 2017
Maybe this weekend???
I wasn't able to get part ten of Heather's story finished by the end of April. You probably figured that out by now. I'll have more time this weekend to write, so I'm once again hoping that it will be done sometime on Sunday. It is more likely this time around.
I'm well into the revision process on this chapter and I can see the end of the tunnel. If you read my post about my process on revising Heather's story, I'd say that I'm about halfway through stage 2.
Thanks for sticking with me.
I'm well into the revision process on this chapter and I can see the end of the tunnel. If you read my post about my process on revising Heather's story, I'd say that I'm about halfway through stage 2.
Thanks for sticking with me.
Friday, April 28, 2017
I'm still here
Hello,
So, it's been over a month since the last chapter of Heather's story, again. I am making it a priority to post chapter 10 by the end of the month (This month. April 2017). Right now my weekend is fairly wide open, so it is doable. I hope you all have a good weekend. Hopefully I will be posting again on Sunday with chapter 10!
So, it's been over a month since the last chapter of Heather's story, again. I am making it a priority to post chapter 10 by the end of the month (This month. April 2017). Right now my weekend is fairly wide open, so it is doable. I hope you all have a good weekend. Hopefully I will be posting again on Sunday with chapter 10!
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Heather's story part 9
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Sorry for the delay
I can't believe that it has been a month since I posted part 8 of Heather's story. I am getting much closer to posting part 9, but it won't be today. I won't speculate on when. I still feel bad about predicting that it would be posted two weekends ago (see comments on part 8). I knew that it was a stretch goal, but I didn't think that it still wouldn't be posted nearly two weeks later.
For anyone who is curious I thought that I'd share my revision process. It's probably pretty boring, but maybe someone will be interested.
For anyone who is curious I thought that I'd share my revision process. It's probably pretty boring, but maybe someone will be interested.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Heather's story part 8
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.
She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.
Was she gay now?
According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.
She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.
Was she gay now?
According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Heather's story part 7
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
Heather lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, staring at a pool of dark liquid a few feet away, her mind revolting over the images it had just seen as her stomach convulsed, trying to repeal the vile liquid that she’d been forced to consume.
Starshine knelt next to her, speaking softly in a strange language.
Bethany stood nearby, tapping her foot.
“There there now. Let those nasty images fade away,” Starshine said as she stroked Heather’s hair. “Much too much to deal with all at once. Push it into the back of your mind. Let them come back to you at a later time when you’re better prepared.”
Little by little, Heather stopped screaming.
Her muscles slowly unclenched as the monstrous images pummeling her brain melted away. Fading too were the memories of the ceremony itself that had finished just minutes before. The strongest, most frightful images lingered; the blood, the screams, the taste of that foul concoction and the pain it caused her throat, the unnamable thing that had towered over her. And its voice. Its horrid voice. Eventually it all vanished, everything from the moment they’d dragged her into the circle until just a few seconds ago. She could still remember that there had been a ceremony, a horrific one where they had imbued her with the powers of a woman named Constance. But all the details were gone, leaving only paranoid sensations and disassociated anxiety.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Sorry for the delay
I'd hoped to have part 7 posted by now. I've had a succession of interruptions during some of my best writing times over the last couple weeks. I hope that they are at an end.
It shouldn't be too much longer now before the next part is posted. (fingers crossed)
Thanks for hanging in there and a huge thanks for all of the comments and emails. I appreciated it immensely!
It shouldn't be too much longer now before the next part is posted. (fingers crossed)
Thanks for hanging in there and a huge thanks for all of the comments and emails. I appreciated it immensely!
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Heather's story part 6
Heather’s story part 6
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Although the nicotine withdrawals weren’t any worse than Tuesday morning, the events at the truck stop haunted her. What had she done to that man? What was she becoming? Was she becoming an agent of evil? Pastor William was quite clear that any supernatural power that wasn’t of God was automatically against God. She didn’t want to be an agent of evil.
Why did Pastor William suddenly leave on vacation? He’d taken vacations before, but they had all been planned weeks and sometimes months in advance. As far as she knew this was the first time he’d ever taken a week off on the spur of the moment. Was Bethany behind his sudden disappearance?
What was she going to do until he returned? Hide away in Abigail’s room during the day and spend her nights at truck stops, smoking and unleashing supernatural powers on random strangers?
What was she going to do about Jimmy and Donna? She had no idea how to protect them from their eldest sister. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and have an all day pity party, but Abigail would have none of it.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Abigail said as she tugged on one of Heather’s arms. “It’s almost ten for goodness sake. This isn’t like you.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Although the nicotine withdrawals weren’t any worse than Tuesday morning, the events at the truck stop haunted her. What had she done to that man? What was she becoming? Was she becoming an agent of evil? Pastor William was quite clear that any supernatural power that wasn’t of God was automatically against God. She didn’t want to be an agent of evil.
Why did Pastor William suddenly leave on vacation? He’d taken vacations before, but they had all been planned weeks and sometimes months in advance. As far as she knew this was the first time he’d ever taken a week off on the spur of the moment. Was Bethany behind his sudden disappearance?
What was she going to do until he returned? Hide away in Abigail’s room during the day and spend her nights at truck stops, smoking and unleashing supernatural powers on random strangers?
What was she going to do about Jimmy and Donna? She had no idea how to protect them from their eldest sister. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and have an all day pity party, but Abigail would have none of it.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Abigail said as she tugged on one of Heather’s arms. “It’s almost ten for goodness sake. This isn’t like you.”
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Heather's story part 5
Heather's story part 5
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Heather's story part 4
Heather's story part 4
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Heather's story part 3
Heather’s story part 3
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
Happy 2017!
Just a quick note for the new year. The next part of Heather's story is nearly finished. I should have it up on the site later today or sometime on Monday.
I've decided that my New Years resolution is to post more stories!!!
It was three years ago to the hour that my first story was posted online over at FictionMania. It was 25,003 words long and I wrote and edited it in less than a week. I don't know if I'll ever write that quickly again, but I'll try my best to outdo my output of 2016
I hope that you all have a safe and happy 2017.
Thanks for reading,
Varian
I've decided that my New Years resolution is to post more stories!!!
It was three years ago to the hour that my first story was posted online over at FictionMania. It was 25,003 words long and I wrote and edited it in less than a week. I don't know if I'll ever write that quickly again, but I'll try my best to outdo my output of 2016
I hope that you all have a safe and happy 2017.
Thanks for reading,
Varian
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