A Mentally Handicapped Chorus Line Killed By An Apocalyptic Hailstorm
I would write for days body cold and depraved my mind let loose into the dark but no matter how i try to accept the ink has run dry i write on, i write on. no happiness to speak of in my realm of thought.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 1
Splattering the remains of the dark ink on its tip across the whole paper and onto the red paw. " i'll never do this again!"
10 - Reflection
Sure enough, when he bought his writing materials from the attendant and moved off to a writing desk, his ink clumped like cookie dough.
Finding My Husband in Another World: Season 3: Chapter 2: The Network
There was a knock on the door before it opened with ren, looking unhappy, and ember carefully carrying a bottle of ink. "sorry prowl, there wasn't any ink in the house." ren shut the door and glared at ember.
Chapter 17: Spark of Imagination
The thono dodges him and runs across the table through the ink. "stop it, your making a mess!" now shouting renno runs around the table after him. down the stairs and around the lockers they run.
Inkfish
An entire ocean made of ink below ground. the entire body of water was devoured by keishi. "welcome to the lifeblood of duskhaven," she said, her voice brimming with pride.
TLOS legend of the black dragon chapter 13 last minute entry
Terrador dipped his claw into a small glass of ink and wrote down what the young fire dragon had just said. "now put your paw print here" terrador handed him the form and shove a tray of ink towards him.
The Chronicler of the Library
It was nothing more than a simple spell to ward off sickness, and yet, it was vital he put it feather and ink to paper.
MHO pt4 - Quality Time - Chapter 1
So whit dae ye want noo, ink?" "honestly, just to chat. catch up, you know?
The Blood Which Binds
Who taught you the ink?" "you're falling apart." nawaz scowled. it was true-- he had tried a new glyph on himself the night before. the tattoos wouldn't take on him like they would any other dahri. his skin simply wouldn't heal.
Melancholy Hearts: Chapter Four
Beautiful words, ones that flowed easily from his mouth, from his mind, or his ink pen.
Chapter 19: Customs of Miran
"well, do you think it's a matter of better ink? or better wood? or better pages?" renno rubs the sample between his fingers seeing if any of the ink comes off. "well, on the old one i poured the ink through the stencil.