Creative Morse Code Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Cartel asked. "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks" Forcing a smile. "Nah, she's not. She's still nervous about getting a tattoo. Please tell her it doesn't hurt" Jason sighed. Cartel sat on the couch and tapped on it "Come here, sit." He said. I pointed to myself then he nodded. I moved in to sit next to him. Then he started a pep talk. Pointing to his neck "You See this tattoo here? That's a password. You may not understand because it's in binary numbers. But really, it's something I had to write on my neck for references."

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

His gaze rerouted at me for a moment before he forced a smile and accepted the ice cream that was now melting in my hand. "Have you decoded it?" he queried, pertaining to the Morse code he gave me. "Not yet." "Do you want me to help?" "No, I can do it." I opened the notebook and started decoding the Morse code. -.. .- ...- ..-.. / .--- ----. .- - .... .- -. / .- -. -.. / -.. .- -. .- -.-- .- / .-. . .. -. -. / .-- .. .- .. .- .. / ...-.. -.-. -.- /-----. . - ..... .-. / ..-. --- .-. . ...-. .-. .-.-.-

I said, baffled. Raymond smiled slightly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s Morse code. My dad learned it in the army and taught me when I was young. It’s stuck with me ever since.” “Oh...” I nodded, impressed but still lost. “So, what does it say?” Without another word, Raymond stood and strode back to the car, returning with a sleek notebook. He knelt again by the statue, copying the lines and dots, then began scribbling furiously as he translated.

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

"I think it's morse code." "Interesting." Violet took a look at the lines. Every statue has it. She stuck her nose closer to the statue's neck, sniffing and smelling the ink that was used to write the morse code. "The lines were written with black broad marker." The codes written on the statues were like this: -. - .... -- ..- -- . -.-- ... .- -.-. .... .-. NTHMUMEYSACHR

He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand. I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand. It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters. "Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."

"We want matching tattoos." We settle on a design together. A crescent moon and a small wave. The moon represents the nights that saved us, the nights we stayed up talking, crying, planning. And the wave—well, that's us. Always rising, always crashing, but never breaking, the way we always came back to each other. "You sure about this?" Cassian asked as I settled into the chair first. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" I glare at him. "I'm not a chicken. Let's do this."

But she would think about it later. It was essential to complete the coder first. Sia browsed through the library and found another book on making morse coders. Though the steps were different, she was able to set it up in an hour. She felt her bones tingle with excitement. She could finally communicate with Wrick. She entered the code as fast as her hands could work. .. ._ _ _ … .. ._ .. ._ _ _ ._. ._ .._. ( I am Sia. I am safe.)

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.