Kurt Vonnegut Tattoo Novels & Stories

Kai shot back, “Cousins fall in love sometimes.” Martin gagged. “That only happens in those deranged dark romance books you read. Stop reading that nonsense.” “They’re my therapy.” “Get new therapy.” Martin started the car but paused. “Ray… be careful of that kid.” Kai frowned. “I thought you liked him like five minutes ago.” Martin’s tone changed. Quiet. Serious. “When I shook his hand, I saw a tattoo on his wrist. Not the whole thing, but enough to know it looked like that gang insignia. The one with the inverted triangle. I didn’t see the full bug symbol but… I swear I’ve seen something like that before.”

I wonder… "Can you look at it? Can you? Look at it? It's my father as Col. Sanders from KFC, with the glasses, white suit and all. Does it look good?" He finally looked at the damned tattoo and it was as she said. And she was right, it looked finger-licking good. You're Not in Kansas Anymore Zeke

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

AVA The smoking nail. It was the trademark logo of the shadow assassins. At the moment, it was tattooed against Venom's skin, the dark ink standing out against his pale skin. "Cool tattoo you have there" I commented. He turned to look at me, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I got it. You like tattoos?" "Yeah. I've never had a chance to get one."

I attempted to switch tactics. “I have a tattoo too. A bunch of hyacinths, a tangled letter R, and stars. For my family.” I explained even though he had neither asked nor shown interest. I was trying to make him explain the angel wings. It wasn’t my business but Curtis struck me as the kind of man to have a fierce tattoo if he wanted one. Something like a viper or a dragon. Not a pair of angel wings. I knew there had to be a story behind it. He didn’t say a word so I gave up trying. When I finished eating, I washed my plate and my hands and made to leave, stopping in his tracks when he spoke up.