Story: Behind Enemy Lines

I'm excited to be posting a new story. I held a contest on my blog last year and the prize was a story commission. I'd intended for the story to be finished in a couple of weeks and run around 3,000 words. Well, it is six months later and just shy of 13,000 words. Oh well.

The story features mind control and women being converted from non-smokers into smokers.

I want to give a big shout out to blackbladder for the story idea and to Steve Wells for looking the story over and giving me amazing feedback.


Behind Enemy Lines
By Varian Milagro
Based on the story idea by Blackbladder

“Andie, what do you think your previous supervisor would say is your greatest weakness?” Melinda Harris asked out of courtesy. She didn’t even bother listening to the reply. She picked at the remains of her Caesar salad and focused on avoiding Andie’s secondhand smoke.

Melinda and Andie were seated at a small outdoor table at Hogan’s Heroes, an independent lunch spot a couple miles from NTA, the company where Melinda worked. Both ladies were in their early forties and slim for their age. That is where the similarities ended. Andie stood an inch over five-foot and had straight, black hair so long that she sometimes sat on it if she wasn’t careful. Melinda pushed six-foot in heels and had naturally wavy, red hair that stopped just shy of her generous bosom. Another difference was their disposition. Melinda had warm, inviting eyes and she smiled constantly. Andie looked like her face might crack if she tried to smile and her eyes betrayed a cold, calculating intelligence.

Stories in the works - 3/7/2016

First off, I can’t believe that it’s been two and a half months since I given an update. Sorry.
I’ll try to do these things more regularly going forward.

First the good news. I’ve written two new stories, one of them in the Tobacconist universe. The bad news. I’m still no closer to finishing Heather’s story.

Okay, now more good news. I’m writing regularly again.  I spent about three months writing little, but now I am writing in my journal daily. I owe thanks to a lot of different people for giving me motivation, not the least of which are David Plymouth, Tamara Vincent, Steven Wells, Blackbladder and all of you who have commented or visit my blog regularly.

Comic Recommendation: Motel 6 by Solone

Today I want to recommend the art by Solone. He does amazing 3D TF art that is so beautiful it blows my mind. I picked Motel 6 to recommend because it is finished (I think) and it's gorgeous. It is a 26 panel comic of a woman becoming a feral, anthro cat creature. Here is an early image from the comic. 

Motel 6

Story Recommendation: Welcome to the Club Again!

Tamara Vincent has written a parallel version of Welcome to the Club from Avril/Blaze's perspective. It is called Welcome to the Club Again and you should definitely check it out. So far the first two parts are up on Tamara Vincent's blog. I've read the first part and will be reading part two once I get a chance.

Happy Holidays!!

I want to wish you all a happy holiday season, whatever holiday you may celebrate.

Personally, I celebrate Christmas. I have always loved the Christmas season, the lights, the music, getting together with friends and family, and of course the presents. I like buying them and opening them. I even like wrapping them to a degree. I suck at it, but I usually turn on a Christmas movie and watch it while wrapping presents. This year it was "The Family Stone". I'd never seen it before and doubt that I'll see it again. Next year I'll stick with one of the regulars, "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation", "It's a Wonderful Life", "Elf", or "A Nightmare Before Christmas".

In case I don't post again before next Friday, I wish you all a Happy New Year!!!

Varian

Stories in the works - 12/21/2015

It's been too long since I've done an update. Sorry about that. November and the first three weeks of December have not been good writing months for me. I think that after Christmas I'll have more time to write. I though that I'd have more time after Thanksgiving, but I was wrong. Anyway, here is what I'm working on.

Active Projects

Heather's story
I am nearly finished with the first major revision. Unfortunately it will need a second revision. I came up with a lot of great ideas while writing the first revision, little touches that will make the story more enjoyable. The second revsion shouldn't take too terribly long (once I start it). After that it will be editing. I will probably start posting parts as I finish editing them.

I fear that the size of the story will intimidate people. I tried to keep it around 30,000 words, but it keept growing. It is now over 55,000 words. There are a LOT of transformations in it that I know people will enjoy, but I fear that it has become my "Heaven's Gate". (A long, bloated movie in the early 80s). I have no idea when it will be done. My avialable writing time has been none existant for nearly a monnth now. I'm hoping for more time after Christmas.

Behind Enemy Lines
This is a story for the winner of my contest back in September, blackbladder. It is about the hostile takeover of an anti-tobacco organization from the inside. I have most of this story finished. It is handwritten in a journal and I have half of that transferred to the computer.

Story: Jersey Shored

Jersey Shored
By Varian Milagro
Based on the story idea by David Plymouth


“How much longer should we wait for Lynn, dear?” Ting-lan asked.

Ting-lan stood outside a two story, brown shingled house with her husband, Kang and their two children, Shen and Luan. Like her husband, she had a slight Mandarin accent. Both were second generation Chinese Americans and picked up the accents from listening to their parent’s speak broken English at home. Thankfully, both children spoke fluent, accent free English and Chinese. At five-three, she was the shortest of the family and the only one who carried extra weight. Her daughter stood a couple inches taller and had the body of a ballet dancer. Ting-lan wasn’t fat, but had a fuller figure not uncommon with women in their mid-forties.

The sun was out and the smell of saltwater in the air. The roar of the ocean and hundreds of people at play came from beyond the house. To the left and right of the house were similar rectangular homes, either permanent vacation homes or more likely, rentals.

“If we had cell phones we could call her, Father,” Shen said. Like his father, he stood five-eleven and had a slender build, although age had filled out Kang’s frame whereas Shen looked like a strong wind would blow him away.

“I do not want to hear anymore about cell phones.” Kang glared at the green, white and red garage door. “I want you to paint over that this week.”

“What color, Father?”

“Confer with your mother. I only care that we no longer have the Italian flag on our new vacation home.”

“Yes, sir.”