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Monday, January 15, 2018
99 Word Essay - "Wet Ink"
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“I used to write with these damn things all the time!” he huffed, looking at the smear of the still wet ink that obscured his words on the page and had blued the edge of his hand.
Grimacing in a way that turned his broad, bushy mustache downward at the ends, gave his face a sour expression. Casting the fountain pen aside, he instead picked up his trusty pipe. Swiftly lighting the crumbles of leaf in the bowl, he squinted through the smoke, down at the ruined page. He furrowed his brow in frustration.
“I cannot write this again!”
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3 comments:
I appreciate all forms of comments on my writings. I find that I miss the sponteneity of coming to read them here when they were unmoderated. I believe I wrote less due to the moderation. I have decided to adopt limited moderation. Hopefully the prior problems with unfettered comments will not arise again. Please feel free to comment as you wish about the essays I write. I will maintain those comments that offer kind-hearted and gentle opinion... be it positive or negative. The opinions of your comments will, of course, need to have relevance to the post as well.
It's good to see you doing something besides 'the same old ...'
ReplyDeleteI hope things are doing better!
What Sharon said. You get a "YAY" for effort. I empathize with the character's frustration with a leaky pen
ReplyDeleteYour flash expresses both the frustration of smearing the ink, and the solace found in another familiar instrument -- the pipe.
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