Faded Ink Novels & Stories

“...under the cold sun, there comes a fair lady falling from the sky. The maiden lay there basking under the heated sun, upon her arrival, the trees made way. A huge gust of wind came waving in arc, cutting everything it touches. The tree…” The words after that were faded by the multiple words it got mashed up in before this page. It probably got wet and the ink went through some of the pages. I flipped through the pages of the book gently, and all of the words were mashed up together with the words before the page just like the old yellowish paper I’m holding. I opened the other books, not minding the dust that flew in each book I opened. They had the same condition – faded, ink mashed up t

The fountain pen’s nib scratched against the heavy vellum, a sound that felt like a blade scraping over bone in the silence of the fiftieth-floor office. Kael Ardent watched the dark blue ink bleed into the signature line, cementing a partnership that was as much a death warrant as it was a salvation. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the city of Oakhaven was a blur of neon and rain, but inside, the air was stagnant, thick with the heavy, predatory scent of cedarwood and sharpening ozone.

Castiel looked up. "What does that mean?" "I don't know yet." Bobby studied the page more closely, his years working around contracts and handwritten manuscripts had taught him something valuable. Ink aged. Paper aged. People rarely noticed when the two aged differently. He leaned closer, the first few names on the page had softened over time. The ink had sunk naturally into the fibers. Rowena's entry hadn't. It wasn't obvious, only subtle. As though the strokes rested slightly higher than the surrounding text.

A line in ink that was clearly fresh. I’ve been trying to find you too.

​The galley-truck buckled, its iron tracks snapping and spinning out into the void as the entire machine began to disintegrate into a cloud of meaningless backslashes and punctuation errors. ​But the victory was short-lived. ​The explosion of data strings didn't just destroy the Printer; it shattered the structural integrity of the ink-hand beneath her. The massive fingers began to lose their density, the midnight-blue fluid unspooling into long, vertical threads of loose code that drifted apart in the howling wind. ​Elara felt the gravity flip once more. The ink-hand dissolved completely, leaving her falling through a completely frictionless, soundless void that was rapidly bleaching from d

Another line of ink disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt, teasing the edge of his throat. It was a faint script in a language I couldn’t identify. His collar didn't quite cover it. It looked like it had been done in layers, like someone had gone back over it again and again until the skin looked almost burned. And his eyes... God. They made my stomach twist. Even though I couldn't recognize anything... His eyes... They'd haunt me forever.

The ink was dark, permanent, and simple. "We are no longer the code or the beast; we are the breath between the notes."

"Melody! Melody, wake up! Didn't you say we'd go see the aurora together? Melody!" He held my body that was slowly growing colder, screaming out my name. He sobbed in despair, crying like his heart was being ripped apart. Then, just like when we were twenty-four, he held me close and proclaimed. "Wait for me, Melody! I promise I'll marry you!" I said, okay. - After the cremation, Evan brought my ashes back to Lake Namco. I'd told him that I wanted this to be my final resting place, after all.

I hear Asher scream in playful surprise and Lucien’s voice boom down the hallway, “Give us a second! We’re dealing with something.” The scented candle on my table illuminates my room a bit so I’m not bothered. I throw the card on the table, frustrated when the candle nearby flickers. The edge of the card warms slightly, and for a second, something appears. It’s reactive ink that responds to heat! I sit back down on my desk and hold the card closer to the flame. How had I not thought of that? God, I feel so stupid. The ink on the card becomes clearer, and it shows…numbers?