I received this link from a family email a while back and I have kept forgetting to share it with everyone here. It doesn't have anything to do with TG or anything like that.
This story was written nearly two years ago for the First Story Contest on Bob’s Stardust site and has had a few small changes made to it.
I do apologize for how long it has taken to get this part finished. There will be one final part before this story is ended and I hope it turns out as well as the others have.
As the title says, Calling Toni Trepasso!!
The reason why is that several months ago, she started posting Becoming Antonia and Mean Girls 3026 and to date, neither story has been finished and I am left feeling the need for the finish of the stories. I know I may have said a couple of things in comments that were sort of out of line, it didn't mean that I didn't like the stories.
The Greener Mile - Part 5 Conclusion
I apologize that this isn't the full part 5 as I would like it to be. It has been more than a month since I posted part 4 and work has been causing me massive losses of writing time as well as my broken arm causing me problems. I had to have surgery last week in order to repair the massive break in my wrist.
I saw this joke today and I had to repost it here. I felt it was somewhat fitting...
Walter's Problem Page
I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work leaving my
husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a
few hundred yards down the road when my engine conked out and the car
I have in the past been accused of being a prude when it comes to writing my stories but I can honestly say that I am not a prude but I write my stories for a different reason. I don't write for the tittilation factor but rather to see the building of characters and plot. Too many stories, IMHO, are based solely on sexual content and no plot. That type of story I don't read.
I have to admit, this part was fairly easy to write and it flowed quickly from the mind. But I hope you all enjoy.
From the previous part:
“My dearest, darling Michelle,”
I awoke with a yawn. I was comfortable and warmly covered. John must have taken good care of me last night.
Oh God! I remember not being able to breathe or move. I opened my eyes and was startled to see that I was in a hospital room. Why was I here? I looked for the call button that should be around the bed someplace.
by Goldie Hunter
The Greener Mile
By Goldie Hunter