Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

It was hungry and reckless, as if the two of them might combust right there in front of everyone. Lewis popped a bottle of champagne, laughing boisterously. "Now that’s passion. Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Let’s all clear out before these two start trying for kids." The room erupted in knowing laughter. My head spun while my stomach roiled. Through the haze, someone tugged me toward the door. "Can’t you read the room? Get out already." I instinctively pulled away, only to meet Ethan’s disappointed eyes. "Why can’t you be more like Victoria and be more understanding?"

However, I did not hand it to her. Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage. I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...' Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me. I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair. Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."

"How did you do that?" She glared back at him. "I read the instructions." He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. She watched him process the fact that he'd been defeated by a coffee machine and a woman who knew how to read. "Fine," he said finally. "You won." "Was there ever any doubt?" He almost smiled. "Don't get used to it." They argued about coffee strength while the machine finished brewing. Ethan insisted on strong. Bianca called him a heathen. He retaliated by adding too much sugar to her cup. She poured it out and made him do it again. Ethan attempted to toast bread. It burned.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

This may be the decision I will regret, but I know to myself that this is what my country deserves. A rightful relationship, a rightful marriage. A true born princess, and a true born prince. I don’t exactly hate Thomas, it’s just that I didn’t really think of him as my partner not until now. He’s smart, brave, and decent, much like a perfect prince, but he has an attitude. An attitude that he doesn’t show to other people except me and Althea. I found him sitting by the bench beside a fountain, so I slowly approached him. Before I went to the garden, I had my maids retouch my face and lessen the puffiness of my eyes.

"Yep. Mom bought me this because she couldn't put up with me anymore, man. It was the last straw when I snuck a babe in and banged her all night. Mom caught us the following morning!" I couldn't help but laugh. That was definitely Alex. His weakness was women. Any type. Any color. Any shape. Any size. "Women are women." That was his motto. "Man, I'm so fucking lit!" Jack said. The alcohol had gone to his head. "Man! Look at those fine ass chocolate cookies over there. I want one of those," Alex said and pointed to two dark-skinned girls. "I'm so lesbian right now," Madison said. She was lying down on the sofa and had her head rested on Alex's arm.

retorted Caraline who was beginning to force herself to look at Deric through the tail of the eye. Deric opened his mouth halfway, then said, "I don't mean to insult Jeremy for agreeing with what he said, but even if this is real, it doesn't make sense for a perfect woman like Miss to marry a flawed man like me. Anyone would agree with me." "This world is full of nonsense. So get used to it," Caraline retorted, "you being able to even talk to me is pretty much impossible." Hearing Caraline's reply, Deric laughed until his eyes turned into a straight line. "You're right, Miss. How could I have forgotten about that."

Silence Confusion Then Realization Eryndor’s eyes narrow “…Something imperfect.” Vireon nods “…Something contradictory.” Aurelion breathes out softly “…Something unstable.” Theodore smirks slightly “…Something like us.” I almost smile “Yes.” Because perfection is its strength So imperfection Is the one thing it can’t optimize cleanly The Final Plan “We stop trying to be better,” I say I look at all of them “We become unpredictable again.” A pause Then I finish “But this time… deliberately flawed.”

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

5 YEARS LATER The sweat began to drip down from Gary Santiago's forehead. A bead entered into the corner of his eye, making him squint momentarily. He quickly wiped his face with the back of his forearm, leaving an obvious damp mark on the grey workout jacket he wore. Then with one final shook of his head, he returned to making sure he wasn't going to hit anything or anyone as he jogged through the park.