Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

“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.”

I didn't understand the lingo. "Oh, um Pastey or PIE or 22/7 are really just Nick names. Pastey means Pastor but with kinda like a swagged up pzazz. Then PIE, his initials. 22/7 is the formula for pie in mathematics." He said and laughed. "Oh I get it so just a fun friendly way of addressing your pastor then," I smiled. He nodded "Yeah. What is your name?" He asked. "Femi Akinjola." I said, "Oh. Okay I know you. I was trying to place your face. Your fame is the kind that people go on Big brother to get." He said. I never knew a church kid would be talking about big brother in church.

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

Although she was a procurer, she liked to act like she was smarter than everyone else. Rosa used the nickname 'Lovely Rose' for a while but she did not manage to get any men. She was rather frustrated and so she brought it up with the other ladies. They all laughed at her name, and they told her nowadays people wanted something thrilling. Who would be attracted to such an artistic name?

Of course, Arianne did not dare to carry Plato again since she was afraid that her son would get jealous. When Arianne asked if Tiffany had come up with a nickname for Plato, she shook her head. “No, is there a need to come up with a nickname for boys? When Smore grows up into a handsome young man, wouldn’t it be ridiculous to still call him Smore? The young ladies that fancy him are going to laugh their asses off. Nicknames are only cute when they’re little.”

Ophelia scoffed, and she saw the female trembling with rage. "I am not ugly you bitch!" Ophelia laughed as she exclaimed. "You should have named Toxicodendron radicans." The female frowned as Ophelia scoffed. "What?" Ophelia sighed as she asked, perplexed. "Of course, my bad I didn't realize your thick head won't understand it. It refers to poison Abilene. You should have been named Poison Abilene rather than Abilene. That name is far too lovely for someone as ugly as you."

I look at all the people walking out, talking, laughing, and being together. Yorick would be an amazing father and that thought has my body responding much more strongly than I would have expected. I suddenly feel a visceral need to give this man pups, pups that look like the two of us. “It’s fine, Wendy. We can talk tonight or tomorrow, Shakespeare,” Hacker says. “Shakespeare?” Wendy asks. “You haven’t met Zach. He gave us all nicknames when he first met us. I got mine for obvious reasons,” he says. “Not all of us get cool codenames,” he says much more softly. Wendy blushes and I gasp.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.

“You were giving a speech when the rain hit. Thunder, lightning... and then—” I sniffed. I already know what happened next without needing to remember it. In damned public, no less? Alaric sighed. “Do not beat yourself up, dear friend.” “Easy for you to say. You are not Cel’theren the Tether-Thin or Cel’theren the Blabbering.” And yes, those were actual, honest-to-the-dead nicknames I had earned in the past, bestowed by the kind-hearted public for my... less-than-ideal behavior during official events.