Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Haircut’

Today there was a new voice inside my head, one which I didn’t recognize from the usual plethora of mindless chittering that usually spreads itself within my mind. Made curious by this newcomer, I set about...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Last Sunrise’

We stayed up all night to watch the sunrise. That is my last memory of her. After that night, things stopped mattering; life became a little less interesting, and the words that had once filled my pages so...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Higher Power’

I love the fall corridor. The fall corridor is a small pathway in the woods where the ground has been so matted down by human traffic, and where the trees have been cut down in a manner that they parallel one...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Pain’

On nights when the bite of darkness and the howl of wind are too great for sleep, There is a story which the old woman would tell to make the children wary of the night.   It started as a fairy...