Cartoon Conspiracies Novels & Stories

"Conspiracy theories galore can be insane to deal with. I have heard some of the theories you guys have come up with like them eating human flesh and I have to admit that they are insane. The theories I have heard are just going to create so much problems because there will be idiots thinking those theories are actually true. It is like pizzagate, and the reptilian, and pandemic, anti-vax, and flat-earthers. I really don’t understand the motivation behind these things." "What is truth, Maria?" Clark turned, removed his eyes from the television. "Truth is anything that is true," Maria replied. "That is wrong in most cases," Clark said calmly. "Truth is what someone tells you is true even when

A digital conspiracy! The reporters stared, some in shock, some in barely concealed contempt. "Ekon and his associates have corrupted the entire system!" Victor ranted, foam appearing. "They've created a virtual reality, a digital ghost, to destroy me! The ledger's a forgery so sophisticated it fooled their bought-and-paid-for auditors! This isn't a report; it's a hatchet job! A high-tech assassination of my character!" He was coming apart at the seams live on national television, forging a new paranoid reality where he was the victim of an omnipotent, shadowy enemy. He was no longer arguing facts; he was denying their existence.

Peter, Layo and I left the Urban Planning Centre feeling hopeful. We didn't just establish an element of doubt in the office, we brought the General manager's senses to the realization that there is a conspiracy. As we walked to the Main junction after exiting the office, I said to the boys "Let us keep this a secret." My intention is to ensure Peter doesn't go running to his daddy spilling the outcome of our visit. Our plan will definetely be ruined if his father Razzi, a member of the cabal comes to know what we've been up to lately. "So you are saying no one should know? But Why? " questioned Peter. "There is a conspiracy in progress and we know the perpetrators might be in London." I beg

“Where did this false information come from?” Conan hurriedly put his phone in his pocket and said to Mona, "Some idiots are spreading rumors online. Don't look now; I've got it.” He then stepped to the window and made a call, frowning the whole time. Conan ridiculed her a lot, yet he was the Gray family's heir. Why had he suddenly grown so serious? Mona thought about it for a moment before checking her phone. The most popular topic on T*****r was #Sydney Pregnancy#, which was accompanied by a giant red "Breaking" symbol.

“Yes, those who fired were two, but those who planned it were many more. None were caught, and neither will they. They are all already dead.” “And Lee Oswald was innocent then?” Mark asked again. “That person you name I imagine was the one who appeared on the news as the culprit, right? Well, it was another victim.” “Damn!” Doris exclaimed, shocked by the revelation, and immediately realized what she had said when everyone turned to see her, especially Joseph. “Sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but I'm stunned by what I just heard.” “Who would have thought it!” Mark still wasn't out of his astonishment. “So the conspiracy theories were true ...”

“You’re upset. You saw something on the news that triggered you and now you’re spinning narratives that don’t exist.” “I’m not spinning anything.” “Yes, you are. You’ve been doing it for months. Ever since you started this little crusade to destroy me, you’ve been seeing conspiracies everywhere. First it was the campaign finances, then it was Sam’s death, now it’s some detective you barely knew dying in a car accident.” “She didn’t just die in an accident, Alfred. She was murdered.” “By who? Me?” He laughed. “You think I have people killed? You think I’m sitting here ordering hits like some mob boss?”

She still believed there would somehow be room, at the end of all this, for Charles, for their friendship, for the strange partnership that had carried them from a borrowed garage to the edge of extraordinary success. After all, people rarely think of themselves as the villain in their own story. They're usually just one more reasonable person making one more reasonable decision. The truly unfortunate thing about conspiracies is that they almost never collapse because someone tells the truth. They collapse because somebody survives long enough to remember it. Victor Kane had spent twenty-five years making sure that never happened. He was about to discover he'd overlooked one very inconvenien

I asked, already about to give up on the whole thing. “Would you believe it if a bunch of teenagers came up to you and told you there was a conspiracy of war coming, an underground lab, an evil flower, and that the Beta’s cousin, who happens to be a well-respected doctor in the pack, is behind it all?” Camille asked. “Well, when you put it like that.” “Exactly.” We lay on the bed for a long while, none of us saying anything, just letting our thoughts run free inside our heads.

His absolute conviction that we'll survive this. "We killed Lucian. We survived his conspiracy. We completed our bond." His hand cups my face. "We can handle whatever comes next." I want to believe him. Do believe him. But the documents on Sage's table haunt me. Twenty conspirators. Twenty powerful wolves who wanted control over the entire species. Who funded a monster for decades. Who are still out there. Still planning. And in four weeks, we walk into a room with all of them. Summit. Where politics happen. Where alliances form. Where enemies gather.