Detective Work
Elsha followed THX to the inkroom. The shelves were bare, not even a bottle or a quill left behind. Puddles on the floor were quickly drying in the…
Jailcake
A buzzer sounded, and a young, innocent-looking girl carrying a basket peered in. The prison guard, hiding his surprise, ushered her through. “Right this way…
The Color of Ink
Will Winslow Ever slow I don’t know I also want to impart That I’m not trying to be smart When I show some heart And pull this skill apart On a lark or with…
Pigeon Feathers
The room was completely silent, except for the quiet scratching noise of a quill on paper. Bent over a massive wooden table sat an old man, carefully tracing…
Markings
Gina ran the tip of her finger idly over the new tattoo, enjoying the feeling of excitement and confidence that it gave her. It had only been a few short…