Graphic Script Novels & Stories

"That can be arranged, but do you assure us that you really did find water and can still remember the way back?" "Yes of course I can, nobody in my team knows the forest like I do" "Okay it's a deal then. Bellman! Go tell the guards to let them all in!" Mr Spencer says with finality to Mr Bellman. "But Thomas, the city w-" The General or Mr. Scar man as my mind now calls him, tries to object. "The city will rejoice at the news of the water discovery,Go!" Mr Spencer says. "Okay Thomas. Its your call." The General says through his teeth and leaves the room in anger.

“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.

As the ashes on the floor began to rearrange themselves, Ryan, Beck, and Josh watched in awe and disbelief. The letters formed a font that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if imbued with ancient magic. The letters were sharp and angular, with intricate curves and loops that seemed to flow like a river of silver. Each character was etched in a delicate script, with lines so thin they were almost imperceptible. The font seemed to be alive, pulsing with an energy that emanated from the very heart of the script.

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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"

He sat down at my glass desk, kicked his feet up as usual, $200 dollar pair of sneakers on his feet, he folded his arms in his lap and asked, “Yo’ what’s to it Ms. E?” While telling him my personal plans for the week and how it may interfere with his business schedule, I had the sudden idea to take him to New Orleans with me and book him a show for the night before the funeral. I was always on business and although it was Smitty’s funeral I didn’t see anything wrong with giving Prime Theory more exposure all the while making a couple extra dollars. Besides, I needed an outlet so I wouldn’t have to be bothered with the Graham Family drama.

It stopped on me for a fraction of a second—just enough to feel the chill—before moving on. ​"The Gala was a success in terms of optics," Luke began, his voice flat. "However, the narrative in the press this morning is... unfocused. There is too much talk of 'miracles' and 'shadows' and not enough talk about our Q3 projections." ​He tapped a pen against the marble. "I want all footage from last night scrubbed of personal interactions. We are focusing on the Board and the keynote. Any candid shots of staff or... unauthorized guests... are to be deleted immediately."

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

Written in the condensation, in elegant looping script that was not mine: Welcome home, Evelyn.