Imperfect Comic Novels & Stories

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

“But not perfectly.” “Doesn’t have to be perfect.” “It does if it’s going to fool this.” Matteo points at the projection. “Yeah, that thing does not look like it falls for half measures.” Aidan nods slightly. “He’s right.” I don’t like that answer. “Then make it believe the imperfection is intentional,” I say. That gets his attention. “How.” “You said it adapts to patterns,” I continue. “So give it one. Show it controlled instability.”

Susi quipped, pointing at the gray sofa next to her. "You truly represent our inner thoughts, Miss Susi," Kris and his subordinates murmured, feeling touched. "Oh my goodness! Hahaha. Sorry, please sit down." Tukijo fumbled for the air behind his buttocks, intending to reach the sofa, but suddenly... Thud! His buttocks only managed to touch a small edge, making him fall and sit on the floor. "Pffft." The people witnessing Tukijo’s foolishness could only hold their laughter. "Ckck. Handsome but silly!" Yulie sneered.

"That's a good thing. And I also like the impromptu shows we do." Harvey chuckled and leaned back against the sofa. In front of them the television was on and playing a funny reality show, but that wasn't why he was laughing. Harvey had no idea that Anne enjoyed the show they were playing, and to his surprise Harvey liked it too. Their main goal was to cheer up Harriet as a birthday present, but it turned out that they all loved the act of the show. "I think only Sean hates doing this. He keeps getting annoyed with his blonde wig." Harvey said, remembering Sean's complaint about the blonde wig. And Harvey chuckled again because the role that Sean played was the most total role in the costume

“Don’t do this, please. Forcing me to watch these movies is equivalent to brainwashing. Not to mention it’s completely opposite to Camp Unplugged’s principles. This isn’t you.” “How do you know who I am and who I’m not?” Ms. Perfect says icily, turns her back and walks away from Kate. Her silhouette disappears up the steps and then the doorway of the hatch doors. Kate listens to the click-clack of the trademark stilettos and then the soft squish of grass after that. When she’s sure the camp counsellor is gone, Kate pumps her fists in the air and silently screams: Yassss! She also does a small, spontaneous victory dance.

A large air conditioning unit blew out cool air. Gen and I took a seat and waited. And waited. And waited. "How much longer? I'm becoming hungry," Gen asked. I was becoming irritated. I tapped my nails on the surface of the table and looked at my wristwatch. The door finally pushed open and an elderly man appeared. I stood and Gen did the same. "Good afternoon. I'm King Charles the Third. Welcome to Conovia." "It's a pleasure Your Highness. I'm Emily Hollen, and this is Generosa Sky."

“ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep . He nipped my lowed lip and looked down right in my eyes with a blazing promise and sincerity “ promise you won’t ever give up on us “ I won’t because that was no longer an option , I would rather crash and burn than let him go . “ I promise “ a

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

, she had pleaded as she stayed tied to a corner of the cave. " She has to. She is a result of your imperfection and one of you has to take care the other; it is either the imperfectionist takes care of the imperfectionee", he pointed at me, " or the imperfectionee takes care of the imperfectionist, and given that you have no other value to me, she has to be the one to take care of you, not the other way round", he said, his eyes flaring up in calm anger.

She stands right away when she saw me glancing at the coffee machine. “Good morning,” Stella greeted, and I nodded in response. “This interview won’t last for an hour,” Samantha said, turning back to me with a cup of coffee in her hand. I nodded again, this time my attention was on the drawing on the table. “Wow!” I said in awe as I took the paper and studied the drawing. I could not even find the right word to describe it. “The Dancing Umbrellas!” I feel the lines with my hand, and then read the familiar line from Coco movie. “The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it's true.”