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: ‘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...