Comics Novels & Stories

Reading comics? Are you kidding me? Leah rolled her eyes inwardly. "I love reading comics too. They're so romantic and fun. I—" As Lily leaned closer, she caught sight of a gory close-up panel. A woman with blood all over her face was holding an axe, dismembering someone, wearing a twisted smile. The smile froze on Lily's face. Wait a minute! Did she see it wrong? The cover looked all cute and innocent, but why was the content so gruesome?!

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

You started the song Izzy Valentine, you must complete it. “What’s your favorite comic?” he breathes as we stand there, pretending not to notice Larry. “Huh?” Ivan sighs, standing in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “What’s the name of your favorite comic book? It could be the one you’ve written, or the one you read.” Oh. That was easy. “Banana Splash.” He quirks a brow, and I feel my cheeks heat up. “It’s about this kid who slipped on a banana peel and ended up in an alternate universe where he was the villain, and had to figure out how to beat the super heroes. He also had banana powers.”

Their original and adapted comics were all highly regarded, and their artists were top-notch in the industry. As for GreenMango Comics, it was a newer platform established in recent years. It wasn't that their comics were bad, but they did pale in comparison to Makka Comics. Moreover, Michelle typed: "The scenes in the novel often depict battles and massive armies, arrows flying everywhere. I'm worried the artists at GreenMango Comics might get overwhelmed." Describing scenes like "massive armies" and "arrows flying" might seem easy i

She stood up, noticing the comics on his bookshelf, and walked over to his bookshelf, saying, "Wow, I didn't know the boring Beau Bax was into comics." She looked through the comics, while he said, "Of course. Comics are amazing." She pulled out one of the comics, looked at Beau, and said, "You read Space Buds?" He laughed, saying, "Yes, it's my favorite comic. I used to love it as a child. It was my greatest pass time. Whenever I felt lonely I could always get lost in a Space Buds adventure. It was a great childhood comfort. I loved

"Why don't these stories exist in real life? God, please, please just once, I wanna experience the fictional world" She squeezed her eyes shut, palms together in a praying gesture, exhibiting her desperation and longing for something impossible. "Mystical world of mystical creatures" That was her favorite comic book of all time, which she had read almost a dozen times by now. Her grandfather had given it to her when she was 7. It was a unique comic, a rare edition to be precise. A big fat book, having nearly 1,000 pages. It held a whole other world inside it. A history book, an encyclopedia containing minute details about the supernatural species. Their origin, abilities, weaknesses, strengt

After informing Cedrick of the room number, Catelyn, Joanne, and Jolene chatted with each other. Jolene and Joanne loved comics. Jolene was even a famous online comic artist, so the two of them got along very well. At that moment only Catelyn found out that Jolene was an adult comic artist! Jolene did not feel awkward one bit. She immediately shared her social media page with them. Catelyn looked, and she was bewildered. It was not only adult content. The crucial thing was that she also drew homoerotic comics with assorted characters.

“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!”

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

She asked and Maya tilted her head to one side. "I don't think so." She replied. "I have some mangas up with me, do you read?" She asked and Sanjana frowned. "You read comics?" She asked and Maya shook her head. "It's manga, different from comics." She stated and Sanjana turned her body to face Maya with a smile. "How are they different?" She asked and Maya smiled back wily at the woman before answering her question. "There are a lot of differences: First, they originate from different countries, Comics are mostly Western originated while the birth place of mangas is Japan. Second, Mangas are most