Loom of passion (Clean version)
It was a letter, written in thick, dark typewriter ink, glistening white with the mellow electric lights of the café.
Shades of Gray
Gray had been raised the son of an ink maker, providing inks, dyes and paints to the small towns, farms and outposts he came across in his journeys. when he was old enough and had learned the trade, he ventured out on his own.
The Bards Dream Part 1
The raptor opened up his sack and found a quill, ink and some scrap sheets of paper. he was fortunate enough to be a bard who could read and write. but most of all he was a brilliant weaver of tales.
Samantha's Third Chance Chapter 8
She puts the quill in ink and begins to write. an anrtho catrai hunting is an interesting carnivore to watch. like feral felines i have observed the catrai slowly and silently stalk their prey, barely moving their tail.
The Dragon Kingdom - Chapter 3: The Dream
He wounders around ring well looking for the items on the list. " ok, got the squid ink, and the eye of newt.
Should vampires be so...?
"he is supposed to be stong, smart, fast... and we have a obese bear who cant even get up from a little tussle," the raccoon set a piece of paper and tried to print, joke was on him, because that printer hadn't seen any ink since i downloaded so much porn
Waves By the Shore:Discover and Admit
Makuyi said to himself as he watched his tears smear the ink. makuyi sat silently as the thoughts ran though his head.
Song of Destruction
The din of battle stilled and died as the veil of the sky grew dark, and the waters became like ink. then i began to sing. the syllables flew forth like towering waves.
Angie (Epilouge and Author Notes)
The article is sitting in my lap, ink wet from my tears. angie is gone, but her memory now has a place to be. she had achieved what god had sent her down to do, and now that she had finished her task, she is back with him.
Moving On. (Chapter 3)
A few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before chris began ripping up the paper. he found the strength to get up, and walk to the kitchen. he then threw the shards of damien's number into the trashcan. "i'm sorry, damien.
Tales of Dalkr - How Dalkr Gained his Red Fur
Soon the red began to spread, like ink spilling onto parchment it quickly absorbed the white fur. the transformation ended just as soon as it had begun, the white wolf was no more. he was now a red wolf!
The Real Confessions of A Werewolf
The letters on the envelope itself as well as the letter appears to have been imprinted upon it with a striking key rather than a ink jet nozzle or laser printing.