Interstate Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new

"So you have a tattoo?" Mia looked up from sipping her strawberry smoothie and looked at the four of us. We were actually all curious. She nodded. "Yes. But it's nothing fancy. Just a semicolon." I could tell there was a story behind the tattoo but we didn't pressure her. If she wanted to say, she would. We all looked at her curiously, and she was unusually quiet. "Every tattoo has a meaning." Jason broke the tense atmosphere and I could scowl at him, but I wanted to know more about her tattoo.

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

The tattoo, an indelible mark on his skin, became a symbol of our enduring connection, a visual anchor that soothed his mind in the midst of challenges. The evening breeze carried with it the echoes of our shared history, and in Logan's gaze, I found a reflection of a love that had weathered the tests of time and distance. The tattoo on his arm became not just an image but a testament to the resilience of our connection, a love story etched in ink and whispered confessions beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

What do you think? — That's perfect for me! — I answer and caress his face. [...] — Ouch, that hurts, Bunny! - he complains as I quickly rub his back. — Sorry Pussycat! — I say and run my hands lightly along his back. I notice his tattoo, a well-drawn font with the words "Always Come Back". — Tell me something... What is the meaning of this tattoo? — I made it to remind me of who I really am, and not to forget my origins, and that I will always have somewhere to go back to. After I made it, my life took a different course...

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

ESTELLE My hand slid to the tattoo on his abs. His muscles contracted against my touch. I was sure there was a meaning behind every ink in his body. “I thought ink looked cool on my skin. Most of them have no meaning except for the date. That was when we lost my brothers Wade and Gunner.” “Do you always have to read my mind? I thought you were not Jedi.” Amused, he looked down at me. We were both naked, just a sheet covering his good. “So you were thinking why I got tats?”

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.