Inkwell Spotlight: A Beautiful Change

I walk down a narrow path filled with a dark sense when I hear the babbling brook laugh but it's choking and tense. I feel sharp eyes on my back that make me spin around to see all that I...

Inkwell Spotlight: Itsy Bitsy

It’s trying. The color changes every time I look at it. Jet black, and tinged red. I don’t think it’s a black widow. It bit me three times before I found it Dangling off the sleeve of...

Inkwell Spotlight: Who Are You Calling Old?

“Hey! Numbskull, yes you, a little more water if you please,” said a voice from behind me. “Shut up Lilly, you’ve got plenty for today. Now watch your tone or I’ll take away your fertilizer...

Inkwell Spotlight: Lost

Footsteps down overgrown paths crunching like crumpled paper. My hands ran across aging bark, microscopic splinters nestling under calloused skin. Cold, damp air pressed against a body wracked with pain and...

Inkwell Spotlight: Ink on the Brain

I got my first tattoo in Second Grade. Yes, It's permanent And made of ink. No needles were involved, though — Not even one stab of pain. It's not what you think. This tattoo is...

Denial

I smile because I bare no pain but I cry internally for those that do. I laugh endlessly because I lack any burden to prohibit my laughter. My life is nothing close to weary. If perfection existed, my...

“The Drive”

The drive was the very worst, Under canopies of trees it was evident our quiet conversation was clearly coerced   Flowers we nurtured together died of thirst and left behind petals soaked...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘The Sailing Wife’

Some carve a stone, some leave a wreath, some light a candle, and some shed tears at the sight of a plaque for those beneath. But, when I fall to reveries of the sound of her voice, or the curve of her...