Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was another disaster where I fell and couldn't get up. “50 seconds, Heart!” Lisa called behind me. My heart stuttered. She was counting the time? “Oh Goddess, what do I do?” I mumbled to myself as I neared the boys. One of them noticed me and pointed out. “Yo, check it out. It's Eggwash.” The players echoed a holler before they broke into laughter. Eggwash, TinBarbie, Bookclown, amongst others, were my nicknames. Eggwash is the most popular and the guy that came up with it was staring, no, glaring at me.

I say frantically but quietly enough that I don’t think anyone can even hear me over the blaring music. To me, the music almost seems muted at this moment. It’s all hitting me like a freight train. How could I be so blind and naive? The way Ghost just obeyed like a punished child to him the first night. And his name…oh god his name…he didn’t actually mean his name was Funny, he was being sarcastic because everyone and their mother knows this man’s name, except stupid little me. And when I asked him how he got the nickname he said it was a misunderstanding that stuck. Oh my god, how embarrassing!

They couldn’t speak to each other as a rule of the competition. Leo’s confidence returned in full gear following the actions of his father and his brother and the light bulb went off in his head. “Pseudonym, P S E U D O N Y M. Origin is Greek and it means a fake name used by a person, especially authors to conceal their identity. It can also be called a pen name.” Cheers and applause rented the air as Leo not only spelled the word but also gave its origin and meaning that he had earlier asked for. “I love you honey!” It was Nancy’s turn to cheer him on this time.

Abi and Christov started chuckling, “wait till the pup is born, trust me the name just slips from your lips, the second you see your little bundle.” Daddy smiled, yea, it does, but I like Wyatt.” We all laughed, he cleared his throat, “his nickname would be WHY, like Why did I have all these pups to begin with,” he shook his head. Momma didn’t miss a beat, “because handsome, you can’t keep your 12 inches from my…” We all yelled, “MOMMA THE PUPS.”

"You've just been blessed by the golden touch. You know I'm just like the fictional King Midas, everything I touch turns to gold so you'll definitely be lucky, Nicky!" Dr. Nick chuckled both at the joke and the new nickname. "Lucky me! Thank you for the blessings, Ethanol!" As Ethan frowned and opened his mouth to protest over the weird nickname, Dr. Nick hastily unlocked his car and got in before zooming away, while laughing his head off at Ethan's reaction to being nicknamed after the name of a chemical compound. ************

“I wish you could feel what I feel when I look at you; maybe, just maybe, then you’d have an understanding of why I can’t look at anyone else and why I can’t let you go.” A tingling feeling in my stomach before it disappeared. If Gianna were here, she’d say it’s butterflies. It isn’t that; it’s definitely something else, hunger maybe. "You look more like a Mickey Mouse. You have a nickname for me; I might as well give you one of mine.” “It sounds like an injured hen.” “No, it sounds cute. See? Mickey Mouse.” “Before giving me a nickname, practice first to see if it’d sound good when you’re screaming it.” Another step closer to me. “Kian or My God sounds better; would you like me to show you?

This time it isn’t a tease, he’s just taking his time, savoring the sensation. “So f*cking good, you have no idea how perfect you are, Bitty.” I have to smile at the nickname. I noticed they all switch back and forth, but tend to use sweet words when it’s just us, or in a small intimate group and their version of ‘little’ when we are with larger crowds. But, those little nicknames were the first things they gave me, so it seems a bit more special this way.

"I find out what people are calling me and I get pretty accustomed to it quick. I had to considering I had so many of them." "Does anyone call you Kal?" I shook my head, taking a brief moment to stretch out before answering his question. "No. They said that it sounded too much like a guy's name like that so they took my initials and made a name out of that. Have you ever had strange nicknames?" Crispin turned away from me for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling to think. "Thankfully, just two: Pin and Jenny." "Jenny?" I sniggered. "That's really mean of whoever called you that."

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

“I have a name I happen to like. You could use that instead.” It would be a lie to say I didn’t like him having an endearing nickname for me, but it made me feel too much like there was something more going on between us. Nicknames were things that people who were part of a couple gave each other. Or friends, I supposed. “If you really have to call me something other than my name, can we change ‘kitten’ to ‘killer’? You know, because I slayed in that meeting.”