The Ink Well Highlights Magazine # 62

Featured Author: @mineopoly
First Impression

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The smell of fresh flowers went before her footsteps. Anyone who caught even a whiff of her presence was caught in this knock out trance for three or four long seconds.
This fragrance wasn't something you could buy in a bottle. There was something magical about her face, the way she walked and her aroma. It was the smell of fresh rain and the pine needles of an ancient evergreen forest. She was the smell of lilacs on a spring day, but without the allergies. @mineopoly

Featured Author: @radenkusumo666
Punk Group and Andre

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In his confusion, Andre saw a group of youths who looked like delinquents. Ripped jeans, skull jacket and t-shirt, body covered in tattoos, and hair that looked like porcupine quills. They are a punk group of 10 people. One of the punk boys saw Andre was confused, then told his friends and went straight to Andre. -@radenkusumo666

Featured Author: @rammargarita

The mermaid

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He went out to the shore and waited for her to come out of the water. As soon as she came out, he turned to her and said, "How beautiful you are, I am spellbound by you. I feel I have sensed and seen you before." Romina replied, "In all my life I have never seen you before, you are wrong", turned around and went home.
The castaway had nowhere to go, so he built a house on the shore of the beach with coconut palms and tree trunks. With the liana from the trees he made a hammock to sleep in, hanging it from end to end of the house, with two stones that he rubbed together he made a fire and lit the firewood to protect himself from the cold and cook the fish and other food provided by the environment.- @rammargarita

Featured Author: @warpedpoetic
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

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I caught a butterfly then I opened my hand and it fluttered away, its wings a blur of colour. Just as it passed from sight, a fat drop of rain touched my lips. I licked it and looked up. The clouds were bunched together like the back muscles of one of my father's friend, the mechanic, Jide. He used to give me rides on his back when I was younger and lighter. The rain dropped faster and the laughter of my friends reached me. We ran together through the brush, the undergrowth of flowers my mother had planted around our home years ago. My friends stopped at the door. They have never entered the house with me. I waved them goodbye and turned to see my mom watching me.- @warpedpoetic

Featured Author: @ayane-chan
The Blessed Heart

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A two-story house that a storm couldn't damage, with electricity and clean water. A house that has enough security and gates that no thief can enter. It is such a safe and comfortable home. One day, I'll give my Mom a life like this. That thought was set on my mind, and I'm determined to reach that goal.
Since we had food already, we went home after we sold our junk in the junk shop. I set the table for two and placed the food the lady gave us. I remembered the envelope and quickly opened it. I was surprised to see that it was a lot of money. I called my Mom to tell her.- @ayane-chan

Featured Author: @lordtimoty

The Raven's Field.

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The purring continued, the prophecy still unknown and unfulfilled. Yet the tyre swing which hung from the boughs of that great oak tree was not empty. She, with the dandelion, allowed herself to drift in the breeze. She held the delicate weed in front of her face and blew. It was a simple act of power; the girl with none became master of that flower’s fate. Its spores were carried about the field – she was not aware that the seeds would grow. They would flower and drop their seed, and then they would flower and drop their seed. The filtered sunlight hit her shoes; she dropped from the swing and walked melancholic through the long grass which bent under her feet, before springing back to its eternal dance. - @lordtimoty

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