Talk To Me Comic Novels & Stories

I hate it when I am all serious and people see it as a joke it pisses the fuck out of me. "Okay you win, trust me I'm going to give it to you, what am I going to do with $20? I'm going to give it back, I just want you to have coffee with me, relax and chill. We have a lot to discuss." He told me, a proud smirk on his face.

Why did I have to be placed near someone who did not understand the silent 'I don't want to talk to you' language that I had used on him. "Hi. I am Tolu." A rich, deep voice spoke. He raised his hand to tap again and I growled, shutting my comic book in annoyance. I turned to him, giving him a sickly sweet smile. "Nice to meet you, Tolu. Now, please, I am trying to read-" I shoved the comic book in his face, shaking it. "-this book. Excuse me." I turned. "Please, don't be offended, uh, it's just that we are going to take off soon." The boy who had introduced himself as Tolu said.

My teammates have been teaching me. Max: Goddess, you’re sexy. Tattoos and poker. You’re like my perfect woman. Me: Obviously. Max: What are you doing right now? Me: Sitting on my bed talking to you. Why? Max: Fuck. Wish I was with you, or even alone right now, so we could video chat. Me: Soon we won’t need to video chat. We’ll be face to face. Max: I fucking can’t wait. My phone buzzes again.

“I told him not to get comfortable. I’m coming back for the furniture. And the gas range.” I try to tug him down by the arms I’ve got looped around his neck, but he won’t budge. “And the fridge,” he adds. “Why do you keep talking?” I finally growl. “You said I need to communicate,” he says, dead earnest. “So I’m communicating the fuck out of you.” My laugh echoes in the empty cavern, and his eyes catch on my smiling mouth and go dark. “Lean back. Put your palms flat on the table.” Oh. I think he’s done communicating.

"no..I mean yes but wait why are you here?" "cause i wanted to talk to you " "okay ? what do you want to tell me?" "I'm gonna give you ur powers back soon the time is near " "what does that mean?..no wait it'll ruin the fun right?" " right" "you're far funnier than I imagined God to be ... Wait ! I'm not gonna faint again am I ? " "off course you are" "no please wait do-"

On that note, dear reader, I invite you to come back to the Supernatural Spa so I can tell you more stories that thrill you and even offer you advice about the Paranormal. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying goodnight and fare thee well!

“I think that we are friends. Friends that can tell each other things. Friends that don't judge. So, if, and only if, you want to tell me what you had to do. If you need to talk about it to someone to maybe begin to feel better, then just now. I will listen to you and I will not think bad of you.” He turns to me with a smile. “Are you sure?” “I mean, if you tell me that they actually made you kick a nun, I might have a few jokes at your expense, but other than calling you Kicky McGee, I wouldn't be too mean about it.” I joke, trying to put him at ease. “Kicky McGee? That's the best you can come up with? Real insulting.. That totally put me in my place.” He laughs. “Shut up!” I fake shove him

He beamed answering my call. "Good as ever buddy! You, still being a Conan?" replied. He laughs. "Well, that's my job buddy! Not busy this time and I have time for you." He jokes. "Damn it, Terry! You never change. You two are on the exact page right now." I blabbered. I heard a thud, definitely, he falls. "What exact page are you talking about Rexxie? Elaborate please, I'm not a fan of surprises." He hissed.

“Hey, Clarens! Good morning to you, too!” He smiled. For the past years I had been sharing the same classroom with him, I never saw him made a smile as genuine as what he just did. “Why are you here?” he asked. He shot his eyes onto my bag, and when he saw my comic book poking out of the opened zipper, he said, “I bet comics is still life, eh?” “Of course! Comics are the best! They are a little off the mainstream, but hell yes! They are still the best,” I replied. And that was one of the things I always loved about Clarens. He was such a joy to talk with.

I still don't know what to make of the message I received last week. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, so I didn't tell anyone about it. I guess it was a good thing that I didn't tell anyone about it cause nothing followed after the first message. "Cath, about the script for the new volume, I'm kinda having a hard time connecting the plot of this to the last one." Janice opened up as we were having a team meeting for the new volume of one of our comics.