Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Shadows’

As the wheels turned slowly forward, the slim beam of moonlight twinkled against the spinning spokes. It shattered as it shone through and reflected in shadow across the asphalt street. The dark shapes flew...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Reflections’

They told me to write about something weird. So I did. It’s the weirdest thing I encounter all day, yet so many never think twice about it. It’s concerning, how it watches motionless, as we enter and...