Library Lockdown
Starting with the book "the secret ink to a perfect story!" and opens the huge book and places a finger on the starting page and reads through it.
No Rest for the Weary
Inside, a familiar drake was sitting at the desk, using the inked tip of his tail to write on paperwork.
Can't stay strong
I've drained the ink from every single pen desperate to find some relief, some inner zen. convinced that it's all just in my head i'll shove it deep down and hide by going to bed. is there no end anywhere in sight?
The book of secrets
# i cannot be judged by my cover for my cover doesn't show all out what goes on inside of me you have to read what i am all about the ink on these pages have become words once written down they try to show emotions and the mixed feelings in which
Metamorphosis
Like the ink that touches water, it gradually sinks in. it is only a matter of time until i am made a completely new person.
Heart of a God Chapter 2
ink, much like a pen.
Xenophile
I am neither nippon-born, nor do i share the wild scorn for passions erected of ancient days portrayed upon a sun-bleached skein, inked in ebony, sold to the masses, left in dust upon my desk while i contemplate a better life, while nippon gripes in
Care Package (Otherwise Untitled)
With her other hand, she regarded the careful script of her mother laid out on the page with an ink somewhat faded by the weeks the package had spent being irradiated in deep space.
TLOS legend of the black dragon chapter 12 the participants
Ember put her paw into the ink tray and pressed it down onto the sheet of paper to make a clear paw print. she then breathed a small amount of fire at her paw to burn away the remaining ink. her nostrils narrowed from the bad small of the burned ink.
395 The Epitaph Of The Dragon
The clarity of my depth is the deepness of spilled ink. the anchors are torn away, and something dark reveals its wings.
Procedural Errors (Otherwise Untitled)
~ with the flat tone of an ambush predator, "your doctor signed in blue ink."
Behind Closed Doors
The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank notebook poised at page one, and the novel propped open, halfway through, beside the empty drinking glass, few drops remaining: light spilling in, bold as brass.