Short Comics Strip Novels & Stories

she said. “Oh, I know. You’ve said that 1001 times already, yet I’m still the only friend that you have,” I replied. “Yeah right, whatever! Anyways, back to me. So they paid for the entire strip club tonight. Anyone who isn’t part of the cartel wouldn’t be let in. Let’s just say it’s going to be a VVIP show today and also… I’m going to be making so much money!” “Yaaay, congratulations. But I still think you should be extremely careful, lots of illegal transactions would be going on tonight, judging by their rules of cartel members only.”

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

they complained. At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever. she hesitantly has her hand and spoke: What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke? The teacher loved the Idea. The money grubbers found it a very good idea. The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition. She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

Though, she protested against it, Lola didn’t take no for an answer and she squeezed her into the tiny frame. Now, they were leaning against the wall, silently devouring their popsicles in front of a neon-lit strip club sign whose fluorescent glow casted a shadow across the sidewalk. June tilted her head as a question slipped past her lips. “Do you enjoy stripping?” “Yes,” Lola answered without a second thought, making June snap her head toward her in surprise. June asked with a tone of disbelief. “Really?” Lola nodded, licking the top of her ice cream with a carefree smile that almost seemed out of place given the conversation. “Yep, really.”

“Limited edition painting. If you wanna buy it, you gotta place a bid. Or, get them for free if you sign up for the club.” He shrugged, feeling victorious. The people were silent, unsure of what to say. Malorie stepped forward, still gaping at the painting. “You…” she began. “It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Cain boasted. “It’s...marvelously bad!” Malorie exclaimed. “What the hell is this?” She pointed at the painting consisting of stick figures in different colors. The shapes were off, looking like an artwork by a kindergarten student. “This is comic art!” Cain claimed. “This looks as if a child drew it!” she hissed. “This isn’t how you make a comic strip!”

I'm horrified and it comes through in my tone. He loses it in the front seat and his boisterous laughter fills the car. "No. A strip club on a Sunday morning?" he questions me with disbelief. "Their place is more of the comic book variety." I'm embarrassed that I jumped directly to the stripper conclusion. A comic book store never entered my thought process as somewhere men gather to spend money and grunt, but to each their own I suppose. I've never actually been in a comic store, so I have no idea what goes on in one.

"But a small one. I started drawing recently. I don't make much money." "Still that's great!" I almost squeal in excitement. "Woah! You know what, I'm a comic lover. You are awesome! Tell me the names of the comics you've drawn. Let me see if I've read any." He lets out a cute giggle. "There's no chance you've read any." "Is this one ongoing?" I ask, looking at the cartoon girl on the tab. "What's it's name?" I couldn't control my excitement and curiosity anymore.