Life Is Strange Transcript Novels & Stories

"We may be supernatural, but we still need our caffeine fixes. Aside from the supernatural aspects, we are no different from humans." Ali ran a hand over the polished oak table, shaking his head. "And here I was thinking I'd have to sleep in a cave or something." Oliver clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let me show you around." “I’d love that so much.” The words flew out of Ali’s mouth without restraint. ***

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to *do*. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profoun

“Am I?” “Yes.” I rubbed my jaw. “That girl earlier.” Marcus turned slightly. “What about her?” “She said something strange.” Marcus didn’t respond. “She said we met in another life.” Silence. Then Marcus finally spoke. “And that bothers you?” “No.” I paused. “…Maybe.” Marcus studied me carefully. “You don’t believe her.” “Of course not.” But even as I said it, something felt wrong. Because when Astrid had said those words earlier… For a split second—

“Your strange friend. Ivan.” Oh. Here we go.

It had been nearly three months now, and she had gotten a dozen or so of these strange calls from mysterious numbers. "Hello?" She answered the call, and to her relief, it was an insurance company trying to sell her extra life insurance. She declined politely and sighed as she put her phone away in her purse then got in the old Malibu and pulled out of her drive. She was tired and had gotten home from work late, as usual, to quickly change her clothes and head right back out again. She was headed to Le American for dinner. The last time she was at Le American was a few months ago and the decisions she made during that dinner and afterward ended in chaos.

I looked around for Adam and the others but it seemed that I lost them halfway through the crowd. I have got to stop being out of it in random places. “What do you want?” I snapped at the stranger after a failed attempt in trying to locate a certain brown mob of hair. In what I’ve observed so far, his steps were slightly off balance, his posture was slumped and he was slurring incoherent words but I was able to make out a few words which I think was supposed to be, “Let’s ditch and have fun, sexy.” I scrunched my face up in disgust and wrenched my hand away swiftly. I decided that I wanted to quote a TV Show instead of retorting stupidly .

They will ruin you! She has stuck to this rule without questions and has successfully withdrawn herself from people. But someone is not willing to let her be. Instead, he is bent on unravelling the mystery around her. when I went for my group study the following week. I stood among the group members with my textbook spread opened on my palms. I tried to speak but couldn't. All I did was stutter. This reminded me of my first day with Veronica; how I couldn't make one good sentence.

"Since I was young, I have always had these several thoughts playing round my skull about why this life seems so difficult to comprehend. I can speak as though I am grateful for it but it is indeed like a wasted time in my eyes. The stress I have to go through every day of my life. The pain I have to face from meeting people. The worries that will keep me awake and the weird things that will make me feel even weirder makes it more meaningless in my eyes." "I don't understand what you are saying," the strange looking man said. "Your sentences are closely packed together. Are you tired of living your life?" "I can't say for sure even when I don't have a reason to continue living." The strange

She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

LIZ P.O.V. I watched in disbelief as a special named Astrid flashed across our television. Her voice sounded odd, I could hear a slight hum in the video that really annoyed me. Focusing my attention on it I realized the hum wasn’t a hum. She was speaking. I had never seen or heard something like this before. If I didn’t focus on the hum I could hear her talking about how she wasn’t to blame for Barker Street. When I focused on the hum I heard her talking about a ‘specials airport’. I had never heard of a specials airport before either.