Cartoon Conspiracies Novels & Stories

the young lady said again. “We can just say it's a conspiracy theory after all—that the video was faked. There is no real evidence that these things actually exist. Do you know how many alien space ships or mysterious monsters have appeared all around the world and are being hidden by the government? Werewolves aren't any different,” the governor said.

Castor, always ready with a witty comeback, added, "Yeah, we're onto you, buddy. Maybe you're secretly networking with terrorists or joining a syndicate." D'Andre couldn't contain his laughter at their over-the-top assumptions. "Guys, guys, I promise it's nothing that exciting. Just some personal stuff to take care of. I'll spill the beans someday, but for now, let's just enjoy our lunch." “Without you. Yay! Fun!” said Catalina with a fake sarcastic laugh. They all chuckled, their imaginations running wild with conspiracy theories, but they knew that whatever D'Andre was up to, it was bound to be an intriguing story when he finally decided to share it.

Duplass snaps. “Of course it does. Grant accidentally ruined a serial killer’s plans. The killer wanted revenge, so he raided Grant’s penthouse in an attempt to capture him. When that didn’t work, plan B was to frame Grant by leaving behind stolen artwork. That ruined his entire reputation, forcing him to go on the run, which would make him an easier target in the future.” It’s fairly easy to construct a conspiracy theory when 95% of it is the truth. Of course, when the other 5% is complete and total lunacy, that tends to mess up your sales pitch.

But they’d been in such a hurry that neither had stopped to weigh out the consequences. And now it was too late. Oh he was quite sure about that. Devin had been pretty clear about it. No more trying to fool him. He would be able to read into any of their conspiracy immediately anyway, he’d assured them. He chuckled despite his current mood. “You should have seen him in action. He was so angry – he raked at us for hours about the same topic and the only thing he really said was ‘how could you?’ He’s never going to forgive me for that.”

Missy cursed, humiliation tears in her eyes. Zane caught her wrist before she could storm past him. “It’s a cartoon.” “What?” she said, tugging to get free. “They’re watching a cartoon. Not your face. Not the rest of the vitriol you spouted. It’s a cartoon woman having sex, making that sound you do. The caption says, ‘What’s more generous than a big fat O? How about a check with a lot of O’s that helps save endangered tigers?’” “I don’t believe you,” Missy said.

Nico paraded all that back to me , with a mocking smirk , depicting his thoughts on just how cuckoo I sounded when I claimed those things in the past. " I was high when I said those stuff, wasn't I?" I countered back. " Plus the whole alien thing?come on....the US government is full of secrets so how sure are you that they aren't hiding extra terrestrial creatures in their labs?" " You also said that two plus two equals six and how the government doesn't want us to know about the extra two in that equation," Jackie jumped on on the millions of conspiracy theories I had conjured up over the years concerning the US governent. And that wasn't even everything I had laid out to them in my list of

At the time of Liam's death, it had grown very popular, but it was controlled by a bunch of teenagers in high school. Who took such a thing seriously? "The conspiracy magazine is controlled by a bunch of silly and jobless teens, mother. Are you seriously listening to yourself right now? You want to believe the things said against your own son in useless print?" I raged at her, my veins popping out of my neck as I confronted her. "The same way you're defending yourself is the same way I'll always defend my husband, you know. I won't believe those conspiracy theories from that mouth of yours. Now remember, think about the other. And remember that no one is perfect."

"I know. But I'm not going to let fear stop me from doing my job." After I hung up, Miguel exploded. "Have you lost your mind? You just admitted you're going up against some secret supernatural organization that kidnaps people!" "I admitted I'm going to investigate them," I corrected. "That's what journalists do." "Journalists investigate corruption and fraud, not, not whatever this is!" He gestured wildly at my screen. "Supernatural councils? Extraction teams? This sounds like something from a paranormal thriller!" "So did a billion-dollar conspiracy to harass a college student, but that turned out to be real." I opened my encrypted files, creating a new folder labeled "Council Investigatio

“Did you see those retweets. What if a conspiracy springs up? I mean some people might believe that it’s true and do you know what this means for me, for my company, and reputation.” I nodded repeatedly and wondered why it took me a short while to forget. With Grayham, it’s always about his company and his reputation. He continued pacing. “Conspiracy theories are going to spring up. People will think I’m a fraud. Investors will back out. I’m doomed.” I sighed and walked up to him. “Seriously, Grayham. You need to calm down.” I watched him stop pacing but then his brows won’t stop flickering. In a moment, his breathing changed and he began to pant like an asthmatic patient.

They treat human lives like dirt! The imaginations of the people online spiraled wildly, sinking deeper into conspiracy theories. [I've heard of shady organizations like these! First, they ruin your face, then they profit off lifelong treatment!] [Damn! I seriously suspect that the professors and Eve Green are in some black market industry.] [I've found it! They really have a company under their names!]