Nerd Goth Novels & Stories

[Have you ever heard of IronRose and NeoNinja? ***

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Nerthus “Have you seen this creepy shit?” Danny laughs as I reach him, staring outside agape. He turns around to the jacket-bodyguard, “Elia, what kind of Mafia code is that?” “I don’t know this one,” Elia just shrugs annoyed. I crack up as I halt to stand next to Danny. There are hundreds of gnomes distributed in the grass, facing the house. “This isn’t a Mafia code,” I say, hugging him to my side. “It’s an Ohio code.”

Mason I got off the bus and walked toward the school as I took note of everything that met my eyes. Most notably was probably the answer to my question; As I approached the school I watched as a large group of students parted to make way for two others to get through, and I presumed they were the Gordon Twins. The pair walked like they owned the place, the brother wore a leather jacket over a plain white tee, with black jeans underneath, while his sister wore a Purple hoodie with gold letters that said “SPQR” on it with cargo pants. They both carried themselves with the stereotypical attitude of ‘Fuck around and find out’, so, I remembered what the guy on the bus said and made a mental note

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

- one of them, who seemed to be the most animated, waved her hands in the air excitedly. - Wow, I like that. Could me and my friend here buy you guys a drink? - I leaned over, sniffling into her neck. - One, two, as many as you want, kitten. - She turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck. - That's one of mine... Since I knew exactly where it would end up, especially if Nando and I drank too much, we ordered a gin and tonic, so that the effect of the alcohol would not be strong, since afterwards, depending on how the night ended, we would take them home.