Inktober 2: Wisp A wisp of smoke curled up into the air. The smoke circled the luminous moon until it shined like a round pumpkin waiting to burst into flames. Slowly the wind wishes down toward the rickety branches. There, she stands. Her finger nails as long a needles. Sharp and long. If she scratches…
#159: Inktober 1 :Fish
A tired sailor is heading into an immensely dark night through the Atlantic Ocean. The rest of the crew is fast asleep as he stays up, steering wheel. The captain never checks up on the night crew which was a relief because John has been know for dosing off on the job. Tonight, he sips…
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