Parable Ink Novels & Stories

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

Robert said when he heard Bramwel knock. "Am afraid my journey ends here good luck" "Thank you" said Frank Confidently and walked in the office slamming the door behind him. In there, Robert was seated on a coach with his circular Plastic framed glasses on reading a book. His hair was soot black, he could tell he was using dye, a pink shirt and a pair of khakis. A pair of dark brown penny lofas on his feet. His old man didn't want to grow old after all. "Franklin, am glad you're here" he said keeping his book away, he extended his arm and shook his hand coyly showing him where to seat.