Nepa Comic Con Novels & Stories

Pony flopped down beside her, one leg tucked under the other, phone in hand like she was about to order takeout instead of decode Niya's future. “Okay,” she said, scrolling already. “Let’s find out what this fancy-ass event is really about.” Niya pulled the black card from her coat pocket and handed it over without ceremony. “Check the back. It says ‘The Mirehaven Convergence.’” “Mirehaven... that sounds like either a haunted mansion or a rich-people cult.” Pony squinted at it, then typed into her phone, her fingers pausing mid-search. “Same difference,” Niya muttered, rubbing the arch of her foot against her calf.

"But he hasn't really been lying, he just kind of left out some things, but he does have an internet page, ‘All things nerdy’, they are doing something called Nerd world each year, like a small comic con in Burbank". Linda seemed to know a lot more about Connor than she did. Amelia sighed. "It is just a bit much to take in, but a lot of things make sense now, he shouldn't by any chance have done anything with Disney ?"

Afraid Wendy might notice, I quickly adjusted my bangs to hide the emotion in my eyes. "I hope that 'someday' isn't too far off," Wendy said, packing up her things. "Alright, let's go!" It was chilly outside, so I grabbed a coat before getting into Wendy's car. As we drove to the comic con near the TV tower, dusk settled in. The plaza was alive with flashing lights and costumed attendees. It felt like stepping into a living comic book, surrounded by stunning cosplayers. Wendy quickly immersed herself in the atmosphere, cheering along with the crowd as actors reenacted famous anime scenes. I, however, was more interested in finding food vendors.

"Do I look like someone who would take back the things he's given out?" Lucas asked. "Well... okay then, thanks for the gifts," Coco expressed her gratitude. "By the way, there's a Comic Con next week. The magazine company is organizing a small autograph session for me there. Are you free to come look around after the autograph session?" "A Comic Con?" he asked. "Yup. The exhibition hall is open until 10 PM. We're free to walk around the place before then. Of course, if you're busy, I can walk around on my own after the autograph session," she said.

"She's not here." "But she'll be at the meet-and-greet tomorrow?" "That's what you two are here for?" Lennox asks, chewing his gum. "Hell yeah," Herman exclaims. "I'm a massive fan of The Fourth Degree. I need to get my merch signed by Halway Comics' heir. I missed you at Comic-Con last year." I didn't attend that particular event, but when I do go, I usually make a stop at the Halway Comics booth. My dad built the comic publishing company from scratch before I was born.

Wilbur quickly shook his hand and said humbly, "No, Mister Sun. It's my honor to provide something for Seechertown." "Haha, you're so humble, Mister Penn. Come on, let's go inside." Mister Sun led Wilbur and Faye into the museum. Mister Sun instructed his assistant to make tea for them in the guest lobby before saying, "Mister Penn, according to what I know, Cape Consortium is a national enterprise. The consignment shop is also under Cape Consortium, which deals in some trading of collectibles. The annual trading amount is more than a hundred thousand pieces. This makes me very happy."

WAY STATION It was QuestCon, New Hampshire’s largest SpecFic convention. Attendees packed the main lounge of Portsmouth’s Holiday Inn, bunching up in clots around tables and chairs and the bar, chatting with old friends, hitting up new ones. Con veterans worked the scene, happy to be among colleagues and friends. Younger, more inexperienced folks bounced nervously about, balancing between worshipful awe and their overwhelming desire to be “noticed” by peers and role models, and amongst them drifted fans asking for signatures, wondering respectfully (most of the time) when their next book or comic book would hit the stores.