Comic Papyrus Novels & Stories

“Limited edition painting. If you wanna buy it, you gotta place a bid. Or, get them for free if you sign up for the club.” He shrugged, feeling victorious. The people were silent, unsure of what to say. Malorie stepped forward, still gaping at the painting. “You…” she began. “It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Cain boasted. “It’s...marvelously bad!” Malorie exclaimed. “What the hell is this?” She pointed at the painting consisting of stick figures in different colors. The shapes were off, looking like an artwork by a kindergarten student. “This is comic art!” Cain claimed. “This looks as if a child drew it!” she hissed. “This isn’t how you make a comic strip!”

As he took the flower, his eyes focused on a worn leather saccus slung over the boy's shoulder, bulging with rolled-up scrolls. Suddenly, the boy shifted, and one of the scrolls slipped from the saccus, unrolling itself across the cobblestones at Caligula's feet. He looked at it involuntarily, it's like a habit. Caligula's breath caught in his throat.. It depicted a vivid scene of a flowering meadow, rendered with remarkable detail. He picked up the scroll with his free hands, while his fingers with the flower, traced the delicate lines of the drawings. Unlike the blurry figures he saw in the real world, these images were sharp and clear.

Elizabella~~~ I can't help but look back at Cesar. I notice that he has not smiled once while with those girls. Sulpicia offers a green grape. He takes it between his teeth, sensually rolling it on his tongue. Her eyes flutter and she smiles seductively. I turn back to Michelle, even angrier than I was before. I pick up the sheet of papyrus lying on her bed and examine the charcoal strokes on it. It was a perfect picture of Drinks of Waterfall. I look up at her. The girl's got her lip pinned between her teeth as she looks up at me. "Did you draw this?" I question.

Every one of her senses was enthralled with a soothing calm. “Damn it!” Damon’s voice from beyond the great hall. Pushing the door open, Journee saw him buried in mountainous piles of books and scrolls. She watched him hold up a piece of parchment, comparing it to another material. It is foreign. Something I have not handled in real life. Taking a closer look, she recognised it from her history textbooks. Papyrus! OMG! They have ancient Egyptian texts here?! Excitement shot through her veins as her hands trembled with desire. Briefly, Journee allowed her fingers to trace the outline of the hieroglyphics.