Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

With a snort, I said, “No way in hell will I ever get a High Cliff tattoo.” Her eyebrows lifted over my judgmental tone. “Fine,” she said, notching up her chin loftily. “If you need proof you can see with your own ignorant, unmarked eyes, I’ll give you proof.” She pointed toward her temple. “Tap it five times. Only my soul mate and I can make the mark respond.” I eased a step back, eyeing the tattoo untrustingly. “Respond how?” A smile lit her face, transforming her irritated features into one of pure beauty and reassurance. “Don’t worry, my love. It won’t hurt you.”

On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’ Why? I pour some oil on him, then set the jar down. After a long inhale, I touch him. Warmth blossoms in my chest. Slowly, I spread the oil with my palms. I was wrong. His skin is soft. Every other thing is hard and strong. “Is that all you’ve got?” He teases. Squeezing my mouth, I apply pressure with my fists. Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’

Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot. "You have a tattoo too?" Tessa's eyes are surprised by what she sees. Tribal tattoos are the most painful tattoos because of their intricate shapes and engravings. "You remember? I got a whipping when I was protecting you?" Hardin brings up the time Tessa was kidnapped. "I'm sorry I made you get the marks." Tessa's hand trembles as it touches Hardin's arm, even though the texture still feels like uneven skin.

My eyes widened, so he had a reality show but it wasn't mentioned on Wikepedia. See Travis Forger's 'bar code' tattoo dedicated to his first girlfriend with Kim Madrigal. I didn't even notice that I would have cried, if my tears hadn't dripped on the screen of my phone. I'm sure I've been gone for a long time, I've missed a call from Mom and Dad a few times because I feel so bad.

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

292 Tears dribbled out of Claire's eyes as she covered her mouth to stop her sobs. Hunter had really caught her off guard with his proof. She traced her shaking fingers on his skin, especially the outline of the heart in which her name was written. The area around the tattoo was red and sore. Hunter softly winced in pain when she lingered her fingers on her name inked on his skin. "Do you like it?" Hunter asked, his eyes searching hers for her emotions.

I saw an elaborate tattoo on his right arm. I sucked in my breath. I never knew we could get such pretty tattoos made. There was an intricate pattern of olive leaves, in the shape of a lily and nestled in between were multi-colored hearts, similar to my Alexart. The hearts glowed in the sunlight giving it a surreal appearance. When did Aaron get this tattoo? I couldn’t have missed such an exquisite tattoo, could I? “ How!!!” I whispered. “ He is not Aaron, he is a form shifter,” Eva said turning towards me.

I smiled, my heart warming with joy, and said, "Ok, let's try this and see!" I carefully took out the tiny tear from its resting place and placed it in the palm of my hand, feeling a surge of excitement and hope. I spoke the words Whisper had whispered to me, my voice filled with conviction and longing. "I wish for an ancient Luminari Male, who would love Whisper with all of his heart and soul, and they would have many children together, filling their lives with joy and laughter, and live happily together forever!" Whisper's eyes grew wide with wonder and anticipation as the tear began to glow, radiating a soft, ethereal light. Then, in an instant, it disintegrated into dust, leaving behind

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.