Poem #56: Inspiration
_inspiration_ the wind is flowing through my veins i feel rushing up through my chest quivering at the top it's going to burst and the mess it makes will enlighten humanity my hand trembles with ink against the page slashes and curves and
Eucharist
Reaching for pity with ink, living through thought; dreaming of wine to drink, that father brought. enchantment has come to die, where saints rest, where chance steals to buy, your very best.
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (16)
._ _ **ink bottle** added to inventory._ _your **socialise** skill is increasing..._ _something has changed..._ * * * **how to play** comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown male corgi-weasel protagonist.
What We've Written
The mating of the ink and page have lurred, my passion out of hiding from the light, there is a power in the written word.
The Unintended Curse Ch17
Once finished i handed the drying ink/parchment to the lord and after quickly reading over it he gave me a nod in agreement to my plans for all.
The Creation Theory
The scroll seems to trail off, a smattering of dark stains covering the page tears and ink having bleed as one. the writing continues though the hand has changed.
The True Origin
It was there that the ink covered. "elektren, can you tell me if i am marking these correctly?" she asked, looking a direction opposite of said dragons she was referring to.
Hunt for the oni
Parchment papers were neatly stacked on the surface, a quill on the side with an ink well securely closed lest the ink dry and become sedimented. he hadn't had inspiration at all these last couple of weeks and it was beginning to show in his coin purse.
Poem #34.0: What
It's ink but it's led. it's loud but it's quite. it's straight but it's uneven. it's a cat but it's a dog. it's worded but it's blank. it's soft but it's hard. it's rough but it's smooth. it's square but it's circular.
Chapter 18: Labor
I can easily afford the ink." she takes a long look at minetz. unable to hold his breath any longer he lets loose gasping for air. once done with his display kyra says to him.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Eighty-Six
Muireann was waiting by the two easels set up in one corner; she'd set up his ink and favourite brush and had her apron on over her dress along with some paint on her palette. the ink and paints were partially dried out.
I'm Still Normal, Right?
He could remember how much he had hated the sight of red ink as a student and found it somewhat ironic that he hated that same ink as much now, if not more so, as a teacher for an entirely different set of reasons.