Paper Bag

Written by Moonflower

paperbag

Moonflower’s Paper Bag leaves us feeling all crumpled up.

I’m just a paper bag.
Given to you by hands of fate,
unrecognisable, indistinct.
You were the kind of stranger,
who flashed me a sincere smile,
when I passed on by.
I blended in the background of thousands,
carrying nothing but emptiness.

I met you again.
Drenched under the bus stop,
our conversation slow and awkward,
like the rain dripping off the metal shelter.
You didn’t let on much,
you only offered your sweet voice.

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It Was a Rainy March Day

Written by lost in a dream.

This beautiful rainy day in Paris is very different from lost in a dream’s rainy garden! Image courtesy of visualise.us.

It was a rainy March day when I found him.

The first time I saw him, he was looking up at me from the floor. His unruly white hair soaked with rain, his eyes darting from side to side. Someone must be missing him, he needed to go home. I didn’t know what to do.

I walked back towards the house, I would ring the police, yes, that’s what I would do. I made it to the patio, then I got the biggest shock of my life. There he was staring at me from patio door. How did he overtake me? Never mind how, he was coming straight towards me. He looked terrified. His eyes were wide and childlike in aged face and his body was shaking. He kept coming towards me until we were centimetres apart. That’s when I saw it.

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Minor Wounds

Written by x3naurus

Memories, all drained in vain…

Few enclose my sight to words
in sync with silence, as night occurs
to send me in a wind of ice.
Light betrays, shadows suffice

Memories, all drained in vain.
Hidden smiles keep me insane.
Not with sight I cannot see,
but watching what’s in front of me.

A simple circle, falling fast;
The seeds inside all watch the past
disappear, and sing with fear
to die in light, and live in tears.

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Friday Frenzy Winner – Avolet

Written by Doishy

A beautiful day outside a coffee shop...

A beautiful day outside a coffee shop…

I am born and then I die. It is not painful but it the same sweet taste of oblivion that everyone has. This is explained to me quite clearly by a gentleman standing in front of me. He claims to see me every day but I do not recall having ever seen him before. The meeting lasts all of twenty minutes and he finally leaves making sure I have everything I need beforehand. I sit awhile in silence and collect my thoughts for this morning. The sun, starting to reach the heights of midday warms my cheek through the window and I decide to head out to somewhere that isn’t my dusty house.

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Welcome to April (and its showers)!

It’s probably a good thing that most trees don’t grow like this, but it would be interesting…

Happy Easter Inkblotters, and we hope you’ve been as busy stuffing your faces full of chocolate as we have! Mm, delicious Easter Eggs…

Last month we gave our writers the theme “Mad as a March Hare” and they didn’t disappoint us with their responses, so you can expect some really entertaining reading this month, including the intriguing tale “Sophie in Wonderland” and a short but terribly sad tale about a rainy March day. We also discovered in our writing archives a lovely poem about a dormouse by our very own Silver, and much much more! The brand new Half Hour Challenge theme this month is “Idiocy”, and we’re hoping for a few April Fools stories to put a cheeky smile on all our faces.

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Friday Frenzy – “Just One Day”

How could one day change your life?

Hello Inkblotters, and welcome to this, our third Friday Frenzy!

This time the theme for the challenge of “Just One Day”, and I hope you’re ready to get writing.

How can the events of a single day change a life forever? Are those events global, affecting millions of people, or so small and insignificant that nobody will even notice the changes occurring around them? What kinds of days do we remember? Weave us a tale of the day that changed your life – or your character’s life – the most.

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Careful Driving

Written by Ricardo

Drive safely, and always wear a seatbelt.
Image courtesy of lovetoknow.com.

The moon nestled high in the clear black sky as Alexander’s watch hit eleven o’clock. The especially bright light from the full moon illuminated the deserted car park as he made his way across to his car, barely holding five loaded bags and a bunch of assorted flowers wrapped in plastic in his left hand while he fumbled for his keys with his right hand. He got to the scrap heap he called a car; faded blue paint, rust along the skirt and windows, the usual mess, as he retrieved his keys from his pocket. The old thing could at least lock and unlock with one of those wireless key things. Probably the first one they ever made. He opened the door and threw everything into the back, only taking care with the flowers.
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Chuckle Voodoos

Written by Lilith

Evil, evil clown

You’re next… Image courtesy of annestokes.com

I grabbed onto the edges of the filing cabinet, pushing my feet into the floor and straining my back to pull it towards me, in front of the door. Across from me Sara pushed it along, but it wasn’t moving fast enough, and we could hear the telltale sound of jingling coming down the corridor… ching, ching, ching with his footsteps. He knew where we were, and was in no hurry. Sara let out a little cry as the cabinet slid into place, and I shoved it a little more to my left, close up against the door. Like it’d slow him down.

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Happy Birthday Inkwell!

A note from Lilith

It seems quite strange looking back at that night a whole three years ago when I first decided to put the forum together. Not just because I was, fundamentally, a bored teenager trying to achieve something (and not really knowing what) but also because against all the odds, we are still here and stronger than ever.

I would talk for hours about this but I think my feelings can be more accurately summed up by Abraham Lincoln. 😉

Personally I want to say an extra special thanks to Silver and Sparky, who have been here basically from the start and are now my official partners in crime. They’ve done a huge amount for the community and more recently for this totally awesome blog. But obviously I want to thank all our members too. You guys are the reason we keep the website going, and watching you progress (and hanging out with you too) has been just awesome!

The City of Koku

China’s Atlantis; the Lion City. Image courtesy of http://www.lovethesepics.com

Written by Lilith

Off the north eastern shores of the great continent of Silvera hides a marvel of engineering, a secret wonder which most only dream of seeing, and many believe to be nothing more than a myth. Contained within one huge air bubble at the bottom of the sea is a city, and that city is named Koku for the four brothers who built it. It is well maintained; fresh air runs through pipes that lead to the surface, and there are many ways to travel between the city and the world outside, though few choose to leave the security of their secret world. And the city itself is not just a marvel, but also a beauty. Tall, twisting towers reach up to the very peak of the bubble, and the glass of a thousand windows winks in the half-light; the only light that the bottom of the sea can get. Here, it is always dusk. Continue reading →