Realistic Broken Clock Tattoo Novels & Stories

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

It was a finely detailed pocket watch, the glass cracked right in the center. "I like that one," I said, pointing to his wrist. "Did it hurt?" Iris glanced down at the ink. He rubbed his thumb slowly over the cracked watch. "Yeah. It took about four hours. Got it when I was nineteen. It's supposed to remind me that time runs out faster than you think." "That's surprisingly deep for a guy who spends his life standing in corners," I joked softly. Iris actually let out a short, quiet laugh. It was a rough sound, like he didn't use it very often. He uncrossed his arms, resting his hands flat on the counter.

I'm not sure if I could give him what he wants from me. I can't love him back, not until I found the twenty years that I lost in the darkness. I need to find myself. The true self that represented me in the previous life and that voice, that kept haunting me every night for four years. I need answers. And in the mention of answers... I slowly raised my right hand and removed the silk fabric from my wrist. 'R.R' _ A symbolic tattoo from my past which I prefer to hide under makeup. And then slowly rubbed my lower abdomen, touching the Scar on my body. These were the hints I had from the past.

I said as he nodded. He disappeared into the back leaving me and Seth out together, Seth went round the shop checking out the drawings and designs of different tattoo, the man came back out later with different designs for me to choose from which I had a hard time choosing, I didn't like anyone. "What about this one? " he pushed forward another one and again a bluntly refused it, I started checking the remaining designs until Seth came with a design and handed it over to the man. "This one at her nape.." The man wore a bewildered look. "She can't do this one." the man argued while I snatched it away from him, it was a rose interpreting a clock.

~Punch’s Point of View~ “Stop! I don’t know anything else,” the male squeals, as I stand back and admire my handiwork. I’m a sick fuck, but something more than pride swells in me when I see the hourglass carved on this bastard’s back, over his pack tattoo. Out of time. I know exactly how deep you can cut someone and where, to get the most pain but always ensure they won’t bleed out. This bastard ain’t getting off that quick.

"And you wouldn't be the first." Paul put down his pencil and tensed and relaxed his fingers a few times. "I quite believe that. So you say good?” He nodded his chin at the picture. There was an image of a compass crossed by an anchor with a broken rope. He managed it down to the detail and if he can get it tattooed exactly like this (which he can), it will be a real blast. I grinned at him. "It's great. Of course he is,” I began hesitantly.

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.

He seethed angrily and hissed. Raze ignored him and sat down, sighing in frustration. “ I saw a tattoo this time around in one of of their wrists, pyramid shape with three dots at the top.” Brent immediately knew what he was driving at and shook his head. “Don't tell me you're still having nightmares! Because that tattoo isn't real!” “Don't piss me off Brent, I know what I saw and a search must be conducted.” He fired back and Brent placed a mid finger on his forehead.