Graphic Script Novels & Stories

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

CTRL + ALT + ESCAPE + 11011 A dark grey command prompt bypassed the slick, commercial user interface of the Vance Core operating system. It was a raw, unadulterated engineering gateway. ENTER ARCHITECT BYPASS CODE: Julian didn't hesitate. He spoke the code aloud as he typed it with one hand, his deep baritone carrying the weight of an absolute, unyielding command. "0.618.GOLDEN.CUT.REDUNDANT" The terminal screen didn't flash green. It didn't flash red. It went completely, dead-box black.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

, "There aren't any cosmetics. Daisy pulls out a thermal mug. Holds the boy's hand, presses some cold water. Pulls out a small pair of scissors, teaches the boy to cut the nutritional powder packet. Another package gives the man reading the product information. She makes a series of moves. She wanna ask "can he eat this?" The man was a bit confused but the product information was all grains with some crushed nuts. Very safe for health. The man nods but wonders. Eating and drinking like this, the standard "eat to live, not live to eat."

Well not exactly abnormal but I have always found his head quite bigger than the rest of his body. He walks to the center and starts addressing us with a voice that sends chills at the back of my neck. "As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways."

The machine was learning the art of the welcome. By late afternoon, the first section of the "Sgraffito" was complete. Sophia stood before it, her lantern casting long, flickering shadows over the etched history. She saw the story of the "Grit-Exchange" rendered in a series of flowing, horizontal lines that mimicked the irrigation pipes. She saw the "Paper-and-Pear" shift depicted as a cluster of leaves and fruit surrounding a stylized pulping vat. "It’s a tapestry made of mud," Sophia whispered.

“So… Genevieve?” Christian’s gaze met mine when he replied. “Ex-girlfriend. The ink was a mistake.” His voice was devoid of humor, which only deepened my curiosity. There was weight behind that name—history, maybe even pain. Tig grabbed a portfolio filled with designs that could weave around letters, cleverly masking them. Christian landed on an intricate tribal motif.

He felt enraged with different emotions, wanting to punch himself for not knowing what to say because he was always good with talking to girls. "What are you writing?" Annie looked up to him again, confused as to why he was trying to talk to her. She cleared her throat, "Nothing, just... thoughts. It's weird, just something I do." She shook her head, feeling stupid for telling him that because she knew he would think it was pathetic. But he didn't. "Like... a journal?" He asked, not wanting to give away that he knew they were actually letters. He couldn't have her knowing that he knew the truth.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

It was just the two of them in a doorway, looking at what they were looking at, being exactly where they were. The drawing was in the centre of the desk. Katřina had made it at the kitchen table on a Saturday and had brought it to Grace with the focused pride of someone presenting completed work for assessment. The assessment had been: I’m putting this on my desk. Katřina had received this as appropriate. The drawing was in wax crayon, large confident strokes in the colours Katřina had selected, and at the bottom in letters that were entirely her own interpretation of the alphabet was written, in Grace’s transcription in pencil below: MAMA’S WORK. What the drawing depicted was not entirely c