Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Wastebasket Story’
Once upon a time, my mom allowed me to have candles in my room. Now she doesn’t, and I can’t blame her, and the following story is also a really good argument for Fairfield’s anti-candle policy. I was...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Conviction’
Praise on high that new world order Psalms above you chastise the hordes below Epitaphs for forgotten glories Melody rent into nascent crescendo Incipient rage the hate of nothing The...
Inkwell Spotlight: “You Are What You Listen Through”
So I am a pair of Audio-Technica ATH-M50x. A bit bulky, drawing a lot of skeptical attention to itself: “why on Earth would anyone go around like that?” And God, not even a Beats logo; “what's wrong with...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Running Pace’
Run. Run. Run. I see no one else. I feel just the wind on my face. The world is gone, just one breath and one more and one more. My feet slam the road, they pound in time to the beat of my heart. In, then...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Mist’
I stepped out of the worn down yellow cab, into a white darkness. For a minute, the headlight beams exploded into fractals as they tried to pierce through the fog cloud that was the island in front of me, but...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Housewarming’
Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY. It was Sunday, meaning every hour on the hour is cheers-o-clock. Let’s drink. I really needed to pop a bottle anyway, and luckily there was a sealed one waiting for me in the liquor...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Walk of Life’
Day turns into lonesome night. While I am immersed in dark, The dying stars pour out their last light. The stars and moon guide my way As my feet scream for relief, But I know I cannot...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Thing In The Forest’
He extinguished the campfire and said it was time to move on. For twenty days we have been out here. Trees, streams, and every other natural essence you can think of. We had been wandering for all this...
Inkwell Spotlight: ‘The Eternal Struggle’
The blank paper stares with spite; its white lifeless eyes bore into me. But writers will always write. Sitting rigid and upright, knees tensed to flee, the blank paper stares with...
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...