Small Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

That is, if you ignored her beauty and sensuality. As Sharon greeted me, sunlight from one of the hallway windows illuminated her arm for a moment. That’s when something caught my attention. When she extended her hand to greet me, her sleeve lifted slightly, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist. A blue falcon. My stomach churned instantly. That same bird was the symbol of the gang that had recently threatened me. The mark was unmistakable. But how could she have something like that? This was too much of a coincidence.

“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?”

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

She puts her arm around his waist. Tyson gets a big goofy grin of satisfaction. "Oh yeah, one more detail. The tattoo is always in blue ink on the arm, I guess." The twins come bursting out of the play tent, "Mommy!" They are yelling and running to me. "What is it, girls?" I bend down, worried something is wrong. Rose grabs the paper with the drawing out of my hands. The twins look at each other, then look at me. Rose leans up to my ear and whispers, "That is what the blue people have on them. They have blue on their arm." Rose points to her forearm.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

"It's just needles, Cheryl." "Yeah, absolutely not. I have a phobia of needles," I said, gripping my arm. "It won’t hurt that much, I promise. You’ll barely feel it," she assured me. After a ridiculous amount of back and forth, I finally decided to face my fears. I held onto Anna for dear life through the hardest thirty minutes of my existence while the tattoo artist inked Miles Jun-ho Han onto my skin, right above my ribs, with a small purple butterfly beside it—a symbol of how he made me feel.

“You see? I have a butterfly of my own!” It was located just to the side of my collarbone, so that it wouldn’t be visible even if I wore short sleeves. It was tiny, but the butterfly was gorgeously inked with wings that were blue at the top that faded to green at the bottom wings. “My middle name is Caria, which is a species of butterfly as well. So I got the tattoo made with special colored ink.” The honk of a car horn told me that my mother was here to pick me up. Shoving the pendant into his hands, I got up from the stairs and dusted myself off.

Her two buttons were already on. "What will happen to me after we get married? Should I wear thick powder? Summer must be surprised if my face is always red." In her bedroom, Summer was lying on her stomach. She looked adorable with one hand supporting her chin and her legs constantly moving like a swimmer. "Toby, listen carefully. Sparrows are small birds about the size of a tennis ball. They are brown with a few black and gray markings in some parts," Summer read an article she found for her plushie.