Comics 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!”

“Then we try again. And again. That’s what love is.” The next morning, J was quiet but alert. He sat across from Micah at the table, spooning cereal into his mouth like it might vanish if he wasn’t fast enough. Micah started. “Are you into comics?” J shrugged. “Kinda.” “You like Spider-Verse?” Another shrug. “I guess.” Micah stood. “Come see my collection.” J hesitated. Then followed. Ethan and Nathan watched from the kitchen, stunned. Nathan whispered, “That’s the most Micah has said to anyone in weeks.”

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.

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.”

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

"I know, I'm obsessed! The characters are so cute." Lucien, my brother, rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You two and your cartoons. I'm trying to discuss the latest comic book releases here." I playfully hit him on the arm. "Oh, sorry Lucien. But comics are so boring compared to cartoons." Lucien mock-offended, "Hey, comics are not boring! They're actually really deep and complex." I teased, "Oh yeah, sure they are, Lucien. That's why you spend hours reading them every day."

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?!

"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

The book in his hand is proof. The door to his room opened, Jusuf looked between both of them. "You good?" Jules stood. "Yeah." "Good, because it's time." "Okay, as a little introduction to those of you poor souls that wandered here by accident." The crowd laughed. "Jules Carson is a New York's best selling novelist. This is his fourth novel. And Other than writing, he makes graphic comics also known as manga. And his most popular manga, Construing the cosmos, has been adapted into an anime. You can watch it on Netflix. So without further ado. Jules Carson!"

I turned around and answered, "I did." Julian nodded. "I've also arranged for someone to hire people to promote your work. Your marketing team should be ready in about a week." "Then..." I said as I got up and walked over to Julian. "Can we make some merchandise based on my comics?" Julian had no knowledge of this field, so he asked, confused, "What do you mean by merchandise?" "It's when we use the characters from my comics to make things like stickers, keychains, and so on," I explained.