Dropped Ink

InkDrops Publishing appreciates a good story… But we love a damn good story. A good story that wraps you up and stays with you. A good story that carries you beyond the page to places and people that may or may not exist. Writing is one of the oldest forms of documentation and expression. Stories were first told by mouth and then immortalized by the written word. Everyone of us has a book that has impassioned us as readers: bringing about feelings of anger, joy, and maybe inspiration. The power of the written word has not changed simply because the format it is presented upon has evolved. While on an eReader, do you find yourself mimicking a page turn? If so, it is because the rapture of a good story knows no limitations. In the world of publishing, where limitations are often defined in the traditional format of books, we have forgotten that a good story is not defined by the physical pages or word count, but by its content. InkDrops Publishing intends to bring the short story and novella to the forefront of reading on a platform where the short stories are told in between the “big” stories. Our blog Drops of Ink is one of two that will interpret topics that plague our minds and we hope plague yours too.

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The Fragility of Life

  My kitty recently died and by far my feelings of sadness were heightened to a new level.  I…

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Food, Friends, Love

  I had the pleasure recently of reconnecting with a friend I worked with some years ago and it was…

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The Youth of Life

Part of being a writer is actively observing how people behave. The way they speak, how they…

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The Fear that Grips You

Often when trying to write or think about writing I find the the sinking of my stomach and ever growing shadow of fear consuming me. Fear can keep us from so many things. I have found that it consumes my thoughts and often permeate every idea that…

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"I am the master of my fate; I am the captain on my soul..."

William Ernest Henley gave us those empowering words, I reflected on them as they would mean to a…

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Life should come with an instructional manual

I began this blog in the summer while the Olympics were going on during which time a bout of…

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Make You Feel My Love

This is my new favorite song by Adele off her first CD 19 and of course random thoughts ran out of my head.....

Lisa sat with her journal resting on her lap with her head bent uncomfortably low. The pain began to radiate but she fought back the urge to lift her head and relax her neck muscles. The pain was welcome because it staved off the tears a little longer. It gave her a new pain to focus on and hold deep in her gut because the pain that had been living there was now spreading through her body like a cancer with no mercy. She knew it was just a matter of time before her eyes went, blurred with the tears that had been threatening to make themselves known for the last hour or so. Her legs had went hours before causing her to collapse in the park beneath a tree. Her pen moved with a fury that was unrelenting, the words, the feelings, the pain was now bleeding itself onto the pages of her journal.

9/30/12

Arthur had lunch with me again today and I was positive that this would be the time he would finally ask me out on a date. Not some after work drinks with about 10 other people. I was never more wrong. The picture on his phone was in my face and I knew I only had seconds to plaster that fake smile onto my face.  Arthur the great, funny, handsome, secret geek, perfect laugh, normal guy had chosen a girl who was virtually a super model as his girlfriend. How could I have misread the signs. How?!!! He and I had more in common than I do with most guys. We had hung out after work a time or two but nothing formal. We just kind of ended up walking out together and we both decided we were hungry. He found out I was interested in graphic novels and I knew he was not great at picking anything outside of them to read, so we traded. At lunch we would discuss what we read. I told myself not to think beyond friends because a guy like him would never seriously fall for a girl like me. But then he started noticing my hair and my clothes and shoes and nails......so we flirted...it was playful. Then we kissed. Then he avoided me for about a week until I cornered him by the copier and basically apologized for making him feel uncomfortable. But he kissed me. It seemed like the right thing to do when I did it I didn't want him to think I was out "man-hunting". I really liked him and he really like me...or so he said.  He said he was sorry for avoiding me, that he just felt weird for kissing a co-worker.  I believed him. We went back to us....or something like it. One night after dinner he held my hand. That really made me smile. Then he changed and we stopped hanging out. He talked to me at work but the other things were gone...the warmth had faded. Then today, then her...he said her name was Jessica. He met her on some online site.  He asked if we were still cool...he leaned in real serious. I smiled and said sure. We are just us and nothing more. Does she make you happy? She's awesome he replied. I think I wasn't enough. Maybe Jessica put out on the second date...I bet she did.....I didn't....I should have and it would have been me and not her. Her skin was perfect.....perfect....mine was not...I wore make-up and lots of it. Her hair was long, smooth, and perfect.......mine was not. She was thin....I bet she can wear the clothes right off the mannequin......I can't and they never look as good on me.  For once I just want to be the girl in the picture.  I know he was a complete and utter jerk but it doesn't change the fact there was something about me that didn't make him want me....even for just a little while longer.

Okay so that's all I have thus far...I may come back to this I may not. Please share your thoughts my brain likes to ponder and mull.... catch you on the flip

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Why It All Falls Apart Sometimes.....

Well friends summer is over and it is back to the grind. Time to begin making preparations for…

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The Dog At Petco Ate Me (Belly of the Beast II)

As I slid into the beast belly I felt my bracelet come from my wrist I release an anxious squeal. The fear of losing my precious jewelry was greater than falling into the belly of a dog at the Petco. What can I say it was a gift from my best friend.…

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The Dog at Petco at Me... (Belly of the Beast Part I)

Petco for those that don’t know is a store that specializes in the sale of all things pet. Simply put, simply understood. Yet again my best friend and I were off like wild turkeys in search of food to appease the the king and queen known as Pinky and…

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I'll be back...

Sorry for the hiatus. I needed to regroup my thoughts and ideas, watch the Olympics and everything in between. I will be back shortly with some new musings. Talk to you not soon enough.

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Good post. I enjoyed this and understood the points you were making.

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I think you illustrated much better here a point I was trying to capture in one of my post. Also, I procrastinate like the dickens….I’m doing it as we speak.

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This was a really great post that says so much about finding the purpose in life and it not necessarily being about money, fame, and things. Very reflective.

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The Death Of My Love

When writing and creating characters it is easy to become so lost in the story that you allow them…

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