Resolutions - Part 12 - December
"i hate that our futures are determined by pieces of paper with ink on them. it's like the world's just full of malicious fortune cookies," i said and gritted my teeth.
ROI: The Pale Snow - Chapter 4
Pages, books and the smell of ink rested nicely his thoughts, smoothing his nerves. he studied books, rare texts that dated back centuries and longer.
El Dorado Online #1
Jin then turned around, brandishing his brush which was tipped with ink.
Dividend We Stand
Just as he dipped his pen in the ink well he heard a noise outside his tent. after listening for a few seconds he dismissed it as some nocturnal animal and turned back to his paperwork.
Game Night (Part Six)
Just as i had thought there it was plain as day the small circular logo of team fortress 2 was printed on the disc, i set it down and looked at the next one, the second one from the stack had a picture of pac-man on it and the next one had an ink
All that Glitters: The Lost Tongue
The dragon took up his brush once more, dictating as he put ink to the bare wall. jadere's eyes followed his script, and she leaned closer to xavi, translating to the best of her ability. "'to remember...'
Eternal Instant of Darkness: Cahpter IV: Crashing Waves
Slowly drain out the ink.
Dark Author - Prologue
The figure seems to be writing something in a large book, yet unlike any book you've ever seen, using an ink well and black feathered quill, the figure seems not to notice you and continues to blacken the pages of the odd tome with ink.
JOURNAL: Pan Edgehorn Melanoe
The snow around it is stained ink black by the stuff. a disgusting sight. why must the animihlians ally themselves so strongly with such vile forces. will we ever know?
"What package?"
Lucian took the note and glanced at it while the fox hunted for a vile of ink and something to write with.
//?A Curious Sergal: Part 8.001
On a table with a large parchment (presumably a map) stretched over it, he could spy(pun not intended) a quill dipped in an ink well. 'perfect!' he thought to himself, 'communication'.
The Cracked Mesa Irregulars: part 6
ink's hard to come by and i don't wanna mess up my glyphs." the ivory bull tilted his head and looked to rohu curiously. "glyphs and ink?" brauner managed to say before rime could get a word in edge wise. "it's my job within the guild."