Minimalist Small Hourglass Tattoo Novels & Stories

I shook my head wrinkling my nose and she shook her head sadly, “You have such pretty features a piercing would look cute as fuck on you” I smoothed a hand over the material of my mini skirt, it sat high on my waist and came down to mid-thigh, making my legs look longer, the top was spaghetti straps and ended a few inches above my belly button. I especially liked the boots, they weren’t too high and didn’t pinch my toes and as I thought, it came to my calves. I’d been figuring how long it would take me to unlace and wear and then lace them back up when Hannah slapped my hands away and located a hidden zip at the side.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

The moth and the butterfly. After what felt like hours of torture Josephine walked up to the full body mirror in her panties. She turned around her back facing the mirror, slightly twisting her head to get a good view of the fresh tattoo. A small smile appeared on her lips as the mini butterfly tattoo showed cast on her ass. She loved it. "By the looks of it, you like it." The man said.

Sighing I got up and went to pour myself another glass of brandy to hopefully push these feelings aside when Nuala got up to answer the door that someone knocked on. I heard the door open and it wasn’t long before I heard a loud pitch screech fill the room that caused me to jump. I turned, holding the drink in my hand only to see a small woman standing in the doorway, a tall man standing next to her. I looked over her, she was small definitely like a midget, hair was thick a wine red, and came all the way down to her knees. Her skin was fair and her eyes shine with a bright orange as her small face showed nothing but excitement. She wore a skirt that came to her mid-calf but had splits on th

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

Helena hesitated, then opened the box. Inside sat a silver necklace. Delicate. Elegant. A small charm in the shape of an hourglass. Underneath, a note written in crisp handwriting: “Time doesn’t wait. But I did. -K” Helena blinked. Arielle stepped closer. “Is that from him?” Helena didn’t answer. Her fingers closed over the charm gently, as if afraid it might vanish. Later that night, Gianna couldn’t sleep. The city lights outside her window felt too bright, the air too thick. She kept thinking about Alec. And the file. And Kenzo.

“You’ve got two options. Shake hands and hit the gym… or clean bathrooms for a week.” They shook hands so fast she had to bite back a grin. The day was almost done, and the group home was finally settling down. Minnie tucked her purple hair into a loose bun and tugged down her hoodie. She was still curvy—and still fabulous. Tattoos danced along her forearms in soft black lines, a constellation of pain and power, growth and grit. Her silver nose ring shimmered under the flickering hallway lights. “Boss lady,” called out Dez, one of the newer staff, “you heading out?”

I said. "Much more," Marisol said. "The spiral is already being used in posts about Hidden Stitch. People are drawing it. Tattooing it." She paused. "Three people have already gotten it as a tattoo." I looked at the phone. At the spiral. At Noah's caption. At seventy three thousand. "He designed a brand symbol that people are tattooing onto themselves," I said. "He's five years old," Marisol said. "And yes." I put the phone down.