Tagged inkwell

They shoot the skinny girl first. She dips her head back, letting her golden hair ripple down her shoulders. A hand reaches above her head, delicate fingers pointing to the sun. Click. She brings her other...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

What’s the latest craze, my friend? Sometimes it seems like it’ll never end. It just goes on and on, And I don’t know what to do.   Oh what will it be today, my friend? Come on...

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...

There were exactly four things Jacob planned on doing before he killed himself. See the sunrise one last time, say a prayer to the God he loved, write his final note, and give that teapot to the...

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...