Traditional Spider Web Tattoo Flash 소설 & 이야기

It was a wasteland of red sand and rusted metal. But as I looked down at my feet, I saw something that made me scream. My footprints weren't in the sand. They were in **pixels**. The ground beneath me flickered—a momentary glitch of green code before returning to red dust. I looked at my hand. It was solid. It was real. But then, I saw a small, black "X" tattooed on my wrist. It wasn't ink. It was a **Close Button**. "Rowan!" I shrieked.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

he said. “I was excited.” He held the door open. “Come in.” Inside, the shop smelled like ink, leather, and something smoky. The walls were covered in flash designs—dragons, skulls, tribal patterns—but the back room was darker. Deeper. The art there was hand-drawn and brutal. Sacred geometry. Erotic symbols. Spines being tattooed down spines. He nodded toward the chair. “Where’s the tattoo going?” “My spine,” she said. “From the base of my neck down to—”

Eight Years ago, he had been the one who had drawn that tattoo for Royalty. In the past, Royalty despised tattoos. Despite his arrogance, he wasn't wild. No matter how hard he had tried convincing him, the big devil was obsessed with his charming looks. He had stubbornly kept his body clean, and free from Inklings. But suddenly, he wanted a tattoo. A tattoo for a little girl. He had called her Pompom. The big devil wanted the tattoo a secret, and had secretly gone to Spider. That night, Spider was a blind Animal. He kept choosing bizarre paintings whilst greatly teasing the handsome big devil.

Lima clasped our joined hands and her lips quivered as if she were chanting something. I watched in fascination as wisps of blue light emerged from her fingertips and seeped into my skin. Warm tingles arose on the back of my hand, travelling all over my shoulders. Similar wisps but of a different color crept along Alexander’s arm, like minute creepers winding around a branch. A sudden jolt made me withdraw my hand, my gaze landing on my wrist. A small tattoo had appeared right below my thumb. My lips curved into a smile as I brushed my fingertips over the pattern with three vines and a tiny flower in between.

The drawings were vivid and artistic but on a closer look, Vivian was able to realize that below the cocoon was actually a caterpillar, she was suddenly interested, her eyes trailed up his back, above the cocoon was a slightly larger drawing, from the distance, Vivian was unable to make out the images in full from the distance where she was standing by the window, so she slowly walked closer seeing him distracted with his hair. She stopped when she came to a point where she could vividly see the tattoo drawings. By now she had realized the tattoos seemed to have something to do with the developments of a butterfly, she was surprised to see that Sebastian actually had such kind of tattoos on

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

Perhaps she was just going with a dark theme? But when Angelique threw on some final touches, a pendant on the choker, and a lace mask, she stepped back and allowed Amber to get the whole view of the masterpiece, and it came together beautifully. Amber realized it wasn’t a cage at all, it was her beautiful web, and she was the fucking spider queen. The mask was in the shape of a spider, though elegantly and gracefully done, and the pendant was made of gorgeous black and white diamonds shaped like a spider.

There are various properties that don’t have their shades down or curtains drawn so I can see some of what the families have who are better off than us. I reach the front door and feel like I can actually breathe again. I am home, whatever I do I must get my car back on the road as soon as possible. From inside my bag, I feel around to find my house keys and insert the key in the lock. Something grabs my hand giving me the fright of my life. “Hey pretty darling, I wondered when you were going to be back home. How’s your mother doing?” His hand is covered in a spider’s web tattoo, his face is ugly as sin with hooded eyes and what looks like a nose all busted up from one too many fights.