Foolish Tattoo Novels & Stories

In my junior year of highschool, I developed a liking for tatooes, they attracted me somehow. Some of the girls in my class had ones made on their bodies. Butterflies, dragons, snakes and even faces of popular people. I loved tatooes, but my mother didn’t. She believed that tatooes attracted evil spirits.so I forgot the entire tatoo idea, trying to be an obedient child. Instead of doing tatooes I chose to paint another way of releasing the things I felt inside of me.

I swear I need to tattoo dick one and dick two on their heads just to keep track. “Joke, fuck me, Caleb, joke!” Ink laughs, hands up in surrender, still pinned under Caleb’s weight. Caleb climbs off Ink, and boots him once before sitting down. Damn, I thought we were in for a show. “Ya really want me to tattoo ya fuckin’ ass?” Ink calls, and I nod. “Hell yes, then when I get drunk and do foolish shit and send it to her in video she knows it’s me.” Everyone howls with laughter, but I mean it. I’m making her aware that I’m hers.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

I heard his voice in my head calling me Bird Dog and my laughing about his silly responses to my never answered question. A meager smile tugged at my lips. I turned my head to see signs of sadness on her face that mirrored my own. "What did that stupid tattoo mean?" Her brow creased in contemplation. "The Chinese symbol on his arm." Her laugh startled me. It broke through the rain and the gloom like a clap of thunder. "Oh, sweetie." She huffed out a cackle as though the mere thought of it made her want to roll her eyes. "It didn't mean a damn thing. The day he turned eighteen he insisted on getting a tattoo with his friends. He walked into the tattoo parlor and picked it off a wall. When I a

When I was little, Mom once said, “You love playing with water so much, why don’t you just live in the toilet?” So I sat beside the toilet all night, until my legs went numb and I could not stand. They laughed and called me stupid. I only thought people said things in confusing ways. Lucas loved using that against me. Just last week, he deliberately knocked over my water bottle. Hot water soaked through my textbooks. He stood there with a crooked smile. “Oops, Mason. My bad. I didn’t mean to do that.” “You’re so smart, though. You must have memorized everything already, right?”

The artist was a punk rock girl named Zoe who didn't ask questions when I told her I needed them to last at least two months. "What kind of look are you going for?" she asked while setting up her equipment. "Bad girl. Someone who's been around the block and doesn't take crap from anybody." Zoe grinned. "I can work with that." She gave me a dragon wrapped around my left forearm, a skull with roses on my right shoulder, and a compass with "Lost but not Broken" underneath it on my lower back. The tattoos looked completely real and would fool anyone who didn't try to scrub them off.

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

“Paper and that would be the picture of your tattoo.” His jaw dropped. “Wait, why so complicated?” “That’s the rule number 3.” “Can we just put in a normal font and stating hashtag rule number three?” "No." "But!" “You have an objection?” I asked. “I can walk to Wisdom’s house from here.” “That’s not it but…” “Are you afraid?” He stood up straight. “Who’s afraid? Come on, where are we going to get my tattoo?” he said with confidence. “We? We don’t have we, okay? One more thing, you’re the only one who will get a tattoo. It’s clear that your name is the only one that is written in the paper isn’t it? Wolframite. Who’s Wolframite?”

He said, stripping his clothes off. Mark started laughing, the moment Josiah tool his shirt off. “What?” Josiah asked. “When did you get a tattoo?” He asked. “I didn’t” Josiah answered. “Someone tattooed a masked man riding a unicorn on your back right in the center. It looks like the Unicorn is farting glitter and rainbow stars.” “Those clever bastards. They must have tattooed the rune on me in my sleep. You will have to cut the tattoo off of me.” He said to Mark.

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.