Cartoon Logic Novels & Stories

The words rushed out of my mouth, each one loaded with the innocence and enthusiasm only an eight-year-old could muster. Leonard stood up, his 6’2” frame towering over me. He plucked the flyer from my hand and glanced at it, his lips curling in disdain. “This is nonsense, Logan. Absolute nonsense. A carousel? Stuffed animals? Do you think young Alphas have time for this childish idiocy?” I looked down, my excitement deflating like a popped balloon. “I thought it could be... fun,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

We stood, panting, in a clearing that looked just the same, but felt… lighter. Lyra swayed. I caught her before she fell. She was gasping, tears streaming down her face, but she was grinning. "He hated the donkey laugh," she choked out. "He *really* hated it." Kairi sank to the ground, his hands trembling. "A shaped paradox… it worked. It actually worked. We weaponized a logical fault." I helped Lyra sit, my own legs feeling like wet rope. "Don't sound so surprised. I'm full of logical faults. It was only a matter of time before they became useful."

Because Logan and Bree are standing in the living room in full argument mode. Over… Mario Kart. I blink slowly. Seriously? Logan points aggressively at the TV screen. “You hit me with a shell on purpose!” “That is literally the point of the game!” Bree yells back. I stare at them. “What is happening?” Neither of them answer because Logan gasps dramatically at the television. “Oh absolutely not, you little cheater!” “I’m better than you!” “You’re using Baby Peach!” “That’s strategy!” I hear laughter from the kitchen. And suddenly I realize—

He recognised the bear from a cartoon Arlie had watched when he was younger. It was Bernard, a cartoon series about an unlucky big bear. Logan scrolled down. It showed the bear falling off a plane and slamming right into some cow dung head-first, with his big butt protruding out of the pile of dung. Logan’s brows furrowed. He wondered who the sender was. Then he replied to the email, ‘Who the hell are you? You have the guts to send me an email but do you have the guts to come at me face to face?’

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

Laura asked with an inquisitive face. Recalling quickly that they probably had never seen a cartoon or TV before, I felt sad. "A cartoon is something kids watch on TV," I explained. "Ohh!! I want to see it! I want to see," Happy that they were back to their mirthful self, I turned on the 36 inch LED LG TV in the sitting room and slotted in one of the animated movies I bought on my way home from the office. "Yayyyyy! I like cartoons" Laura screamed.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

I declared with an evil glint. “ What about you?care to tell me your secret talent?” I inquired. Logan chuckled, leaning closer. “Alright, but don’t laugh. I’m decent at carving. You know, like whittling little figures out of wood.” I tilted my head, surprised. “Really? Like what?” “Mostly animals. Wolves, bears, that kind of thing.” He shrugged, looking a little shy. “It’s just something I do to clear my mind.” he confessed shyly.

of his intrusion and scream. He had to use the Broken Cog logic he had learned from Sloane. He didn't change the code; he added a Non-Linear Feedback Loop. "Jace," Kael whispered into the digital void. "Can a machine that is programmed to be perfect admit that it has found a 'Perfect Error'?" He injected a string of Recursive Logic: Observation: Kael is Fixed. Observation: Kael is Broken. Constraint: Both observations must be true for the System to be Efficient.