Comic Books Fort Collins Novels & Stories

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

THREE Saturday “Here he comes,” Kevin Ellison muttered as we browsed over a table filled with used comic books at the Commons Trailer Park Yard Sale. I glanced up and, sure enough, there was Jake Burns peddling his clunky old bike down the fairway toward us. I snorted and returned my attention to an issue of Rom: Space Knight. “Peachy.” “Y’know, he really seems to dig you,” whispered Gary McNamara from the other side of the table, where he was perusing an issue of Thor. “I mean really. Like you’re best buds or something.”

With that done, I headed off to book a seat at TGI Fridays for later in the evening. With that done, I headed to the comic shop and got myself a few comics to read and a cute little keyring. I wasn’t a huge comic book fan, but I enjoyed a few mangas here and there depending on the plotline they had. Berserk was probably one of my favourites, but the volumes were always bulky so I usually ordered them instead.

he replied. While they were having breakfast, Jared and Carmen sat in the living room, browsing through Coco's comic collection. “Why do you have my comics here?” Coco whispered to Lucas. “I bought them, of course. I wanted to know more about you, so I bought all the comics that you’ve drawn over the years,” Lucas replied. “But your parents are browsing them... and they all belong to the romance genre,” she said, feeling embarrassed. If her manga were for children or about military or historical topics, she would have felt more comfortable. However, they were all about teenage romance.

There were plenty of roofing nails poking through the wood above me. I made it to the boxes with my skull intact and knelt to examine the magazines. My stomach fluttered when I realized there might be Playboy or Penthouse magazines among the contents. At eleven, I knew what they were, but I wasn’t quite at the point I understood what the big deal was, though that fluttering in my gut told me I was almost there. As it turned out, there were no skin mags in the boxes, but to a kid my age, what was in them was an even greater treasure. Old comic books. Tons of them. Spider-Man, Superman, The Avengers, Planet of the Apes, Archie, Scary Tales, and a bunch of others I’d never heard of. I grabbed a

“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”