The temporary face tattoo had seemed like a good idea until Emily realized she’d used permanent ink. Sure, the intricate dark green design she’d drawn across the left side of her face had been perfect for the sci fi convention.… Continue Reading
Emperor Tatius led the victorious Tattooed Legions down the cobblestone street, surrounded by joyous celebration. Many people waved palm branches above their heads signifying victory while others scattered the branches upon the Emperor’s path to welcome, at long last, the… Continue Reading
Justin spent hours talking to his tattoo, Jill; and most of the time followed her advice. When he was sad, Jill would do a little dance which always cheered him up. If his friends came over to play games and… Continue Reading
Forty drunken skinheads. If I screw up I’ll have to fight my way out, my tattoo needle against their ink. And their power tattoos are no joke. I set up in a room with a ratty overstuffed side chair that… Continue Reading
She rolls up her sleeve, and the story it tells is enough to halt my normal question-and-answer portion of the consultation. I sit back on my stool, placing my hands on my knees, and look back to her face. Her… Continue Reading
Willie Ortloff knew Pamela Sunshine was going to crash through his front door in about a minute and a half and begin asking questions — questions for which he had no satisfactory answers. He dreaded what was coming. Willie ran… Continue Reading