Summer Secrets
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
It should have been a great day. It was a beautiful June morning and the school year was ending in just a couple minutes. All of my classmates were excited; half of them were counting the exact number of seconds left until summer break officially began. I looked around the room knowing that it was probably the last time I’d be in this school. I was a middle school graduate now and would be a tenth grader in high school when school started up again in the fall. I should’ve have been as excited as everyone around me, but I wasn’t. I was not looking forward to summer vacation.
I’d gotten into a lot of trouble recently and now I had to spend the summer glued to “a responsible family member”. Since it was just mom and me, and my mom worked, it meant that I would have to stay with her at her job. While everyone else was going to the beach or hanging with their friends I’d be stuck at a beauty salon with nothing to do five days a week for the next three months. I’d never been a big fan of school, but right now I was wishing that I could skip summer vacation this year and just go straight to high school.
I looked up at the clock; it was two minutes to noon. The last day of school was only a half day and in the past I had wondered why they made us come in at all. Today I was glad for the half day; it meant four fewer hours at the salon. I was pulled from my thoughts when the final bell of the school year rang and a cheer erupted throughout the school. Everyone in the class raced out the door, but not me. I stood, grabbed my Pee-Chee off my desk, and dragged myself out of the classroom. As I exited the building and walked to where my mom was picking me up, I couldn’t help thinking that this was going to be a very bad summer.
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Monday, April 27, 2015
Comic: Sunday in the Park with Peri - Part 1 of 10
Sunday in the Park with Peri
This was my second collaboration with Chiara. I love her watercolors! This was originally posted on tgcomics.com. It was originally conceived as a 12 page, multi-panel comic. I tried to post it that way here, but the font was too small. It is available in the multi-panel format on my deviant art page, varianm.deviantart.com.
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Thursday, November 27, 2014
Story: Coffee & Cigarettes: A Love Story
Coffee and Cigarettes: A Love Story
By Varian Milagro
“There’s something strange going on at my work,” Brooke Paulson said to her sister, Ashley, as they sat across from each other at a downtown restaurant.
“What is it this time?” Ashley asked as she rolled her eyes. Her sister tended to see conspiracy everywhere.
“I think the coffee is making people smoke,” Brooke replied.
“I should have known that you didn’t invite me to lunch just to visit.”
Ashley loved her sister, really she did, but her sister tended to annoy the hell out of her. Besides the paranoia, there was the job itself. While Ashley had worked tirelessly to graduate at the head of her high school class and holding down a part time job to save money for college, Brooke had played video games and earned a 2.0 GPA in middle school. When Ashley graduated Magnum Cum Laude from her university, Brooke had barely earned her high school diploma, having spent all her time on Facebook and twitter. Once out of college, Ashley couldn’t find a job to save her life, while Brooke fell ass backward into a job as the Social Media liaison for a large accounting firm. So, while her sister has her own apartment and makes 50k a year while playing on Facebook and Twitter, Ashley is struggling to finish her masters while working as an intern and freelancing on the side.
“I’m serious. We started getting a new brand of coffee a couple months ago and, like a week later, people start smoking.”
“You know that correlation does not equal causation. Perhaps they were closet smokers or they just didn’t smoke at work.”
By Varian Milagro
“There’s something strange going on at my work,” Brooke Paulson said to her sister, Ashley, as they sat across from each other at a downtown restaurant.
“What is it this time?” Ashley asked as she rolled her eyes. Her sister tended to see conspiracy everywhere.
“I think the coffee is making people smoke,” Brooke replied.
“I should have known that you didn’t invite me to lunch just to visit.”
Ashley loved her sister, really she did, but her sister tended to annoy the hell out of her. Besides the paranoia, there was the job itself. While Ashley had worked tirelessly to graduate at the head of her high school class and holding down a part time job to save money for college, Brooke had played video games and earned a 2.0 GPA in middle school. When Ashley graduated Magnum Cum Laude from her university, Brooke had barely earned her high school diploma, having spent all her time on Facebook and twitter. Once out of college, Ashley couldn’t find a job to save her life, while Brooke fell ass backward into a job as the Social Media liaison for a large accounting firm. So, while her sister has her own apartment and makes 50k a year while playing on Facebook and Twitter, Ashley is struggling to finish her masters while working as an intern and freelancing on the side.
“I’m serious. We started getting a new brand of coffee a couple months ago and, like a week later, people start smoking.”
“You know that correlation does not equal causation. Perhaps they were closet smokers or they just didn’t smoke at work.”
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Story: Just Pretending
Just Pretending
By Varian Milagro
In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn’t the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my ‘friends’ showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my mom had given me a quick ‘Happy Birthday’ in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there.
I didn’t get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We’d always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn’t even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she’d met at college. He had a nice job out east and that’s where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I’d get to see her a few more times before she went back east again.
No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn’t need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn’t believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer.
I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn’t hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn’t do that much better at soccer, but my dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I’d always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it.
By Varian Milagro
In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn’t the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my ‘friends’ showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my mom had given me a quick ‘Happy Birthday’ in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there.
I didn’t get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We’d always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn’t even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she’d met at college. He had a nice job out east and that’s where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I’d get to see her a few more times before she went back east again.
No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn’t need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn’t believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer.
I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn’t hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn’t do that much better at soccer, but my dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I’d always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it.
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