Creative Morse Code Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

He opened the letter and furrowed his eyebrow more as he read through it. “What’s that?” Maria asked him and he handed the letter over to her. “What’s this?” she asked and he shook his head. “Morse code. I have no idea how to decode that.” “Why would anyone send a letter in a code to you? Must be some kind of important or top secret issue,” “The only thing I think I understand here is this,” he pointed and a line in the letter that says; ... --- .--/.- .-. ./ -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-

I grinned and moved my hand to grab his, so our wrists could be up and next to one another. Fresh and perfectly made, our matching black tattoos told our truth. Above our veins, on our young skin, was a line of a beating heart. Under it was a message saying, “Art never comes from happiness.” As Thomas had said, the most beautiful songs he ever made were created after something shook his thoughts for days. For me, my life was the challenge that inspired me to paint. “Let’s go! People are waiting,” The famous boy stated, gently pushing me to walk downstairs.

— My ultimate goal is to have the tattoo with the words ' Hold on On 'in the inside of one of my fingers. How considerate of you. I would love to know why. “Oh yeah, that's what kept me going, the fact that no matter how low I felt, I had to hang on. And, you know, because of the song?— . -What? Was it yours? From Jonas- _ -Nope! Charlotte, you are being ridiculous. —I was kidding, of course I heard that melody. Everything will be fine-. When I was in therapy for PTSD, "Yeah, I don't know why, but it just seemed right to get a tattoo of that image."

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

He exhaled deeply and declared, "I need to verify the authenticity of the photo first!" "Well, this is not the only photo you need to verify. I got a whole lot of other photos..." Jessica smiled, holding her phone tight. "You have a very distinctive fetish, Mr. Morrison. You like to have your sweethearts' names tattooed on your body, but you know, there are some names you can't afford to toy with. If, by any chance, those who are not supposed to see those names see them, the consequences would... Well, I know you're well built, Neil, but you have limited pectorals and abs. How many names could you put on them? Tattooing them and effacing the tattoos repeatedly will take a heavy toll on you..