Graphic Script Novels & Stories

I looked into the paper. As a spirit, I can see the layers of things. I saw the way the ink had soaked into the fibers of the page. And there, hidden beneath the black letters, was something else. It was a "Ghost Script"—a message written in a wash of crushed moonstone that only a spirit could see. My heart began to hammer. I waved my hand over the page and a silver light acted like a lamp. The hidden symbols began to glow. They weren't words. They were shapes. A circle. A knot. A shedding skin.

It definitely wasn't for fashion and so I approached it. My brows frowned, noticing the ancient writings imprinted on it. I couldn't comprehend it but Impulse could. "Impulse." I called my stubborn wolf. We still hadn't settled our fight and I wasn't planning too for a while. But this was for our mate here. It was now or never. "Thank you." I mumbled and then focused on the writings again.

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, "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."

My black lace panties peek out just a bit. Dante’s eyes drop to the skin. He doesn’t say anything, but I see his jaw tighten. “Right here,” I say, tracing the area with my finger. “A vine of roses. Delicate. Maybe three or four flowers curling this way.” He nods slow. “I sketched a few options based on your email. Let me grab them.” He comes back with three stencils. We look together. I pick the prettiest one. Thin vines, soft roses, perfect.

I told her she wasn't going to be a Hollywood star if she was sitting down in my house all day binge-watching Grey's Anatomy. I also got a job at Monet's working as a waitress, it's not the best job but at least I have something to do. Nathan always made sure to stop by Monet's. He would sit down at any of the tables, and order the usual. Coffee with lots of sugar and cream, just like mine but he takes his with a muffin, and I take mine with doughnuts. His being there always made my job easier, he says I inspire him to do art more and so far he has done a lot of artwork.