Creative Morse Code Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

I knew from then he couldn't understand Russian. So I used morse code to communicate to him. I placed my hand on his knee, he stilled so I rubbed it and drew a dash followed by three taps. Then one tap, a dash, tap, dash, tap, tap, dash, dash, tap, dash, dash, tap, dash, tap, dash, tap, and tap. It spelled out 'betrayal'. He glanced at me, then I directed my focus to Santiago's two bodyguards. He blinked, I knew it was an 'I understood' blink. I tapped his leg once more signaling him to get ready because it would get bloody. He tapped his glass saying he agrees.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

It was a really strange piece of work but it also looked quite attractive at the same time. On top of the tattoo, there was an edge of the sphere that resembled the waning moon and started downwards with a series of vice-like lines that possibly looked like vines or serpents and in the middle part of it was shaped into something like a two-tray scale and ends with something in the form of a fire-like sketch. It was a very odd combo. I reasoned out that maybe the serpent and balance represented lies and justice, but the moon and fire made no sense. “Did I ever mention that you look very cute when you’re face is scrunched up with confusion?” A rick velvety voice speaks up beside me and I whip

This black is a bit more red, the other black has more blue in it. "Dots and slashes," Clark smiles. "You have a beautiful brain, My Love." She blushes prettily, making her appear at least 10 years younger, like a coy student instead of the powerful fashion executive that she is. Something about my brother softens her and it is sweet to see how in love they are. Together, the two of them crack the rest of the code. We now have a list of supplies and two sets of coordinates. The set buried in the morse code discovered in the stationary was accompanied by a very simple bit of code that all sailors know:

'' "Most of them comes with the title, for example. The moon and the wolf, I got that the day I became Alpha.'' He lifted his arms to expose two arrows pointing down. "I thought that these meant the flow of energy, only to later on be told that it means I bang goats.'' Jessie laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. "Are you serious?'' "No, I only wanted to see you laugh. I love your smile. But it means positive energy." Christian brushed a finger across her cheek. "What about this one?" She circled a finger around his belly button. "Another tattoo that comes with the title, it is a symbol of the Fates and can appear anywhere on the body."

I know only heart that’s what we are. “Here.” I hold out a small gift for Callie and another for Deanna. “I know it’s not much, but it’s something for just the three of us.” A simple bracelet with beads humbly lays in the box. Callie runs her finger along the pattern of beads. “What is this?” “A bracelet. It’s Morse code for best friends. It’s not much, but it’s ours. We all have one.” I raise my wrist to show mine already dangling. Deanna takes hers out and holds out her wrist for me.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.