Dead Spider
Winner of the English Language and Literature Division Creative Writing Competition - Short Story Vienna, Austria, 1943 In happier times, the huge, aristocratic-looking building nestled on the banks of the Danube in Vienna’
Winner of the English Language and Literature Division Creative Writing Competition - Short Story Vienna, Austria, 1943 In happier times, the huge, aristocratic-looking building nestled on the banks of the Danube in Vienna’
To read the past parts of “Pirate Hunters,” check out Volume 2, Issues 2, 3, 5, and 6 in the Inkwell Literary Magazine’s online archive. Red. Blood Red. That’s what the
To read the past parts of “Pirate Hunters,” check out Volume 2, Issues 2, 3, and 5 in the Inkwell Literary Magazine’s online archive. A few days (more than I care to
To read the past two parts of “Pirate Hunters,” check out Volume 2, Issues 2 and 3 in Inkwell Literary Magazine’s online archive. Once we had docked in A Coruña, Captain Deney
My worn boots clomped to a halt as I stood still on the dock in awe. I tilted my head back to look at her. She was elegant, tall, and beautiful, causing me
When I was a boy, I thought going to sea was a great adventure that would be good fun. I would spend hours watching the ships come and go out of Whitby Harbor
What do Barack Obama, the late Kobe Bryant, and Viggo Mortenson (a.k.a. Aragorn, from The Lord of the Rings series) all have in common? All three of them are what we
Written in collaboration with Dr. Benson. I used to have a grudge against my college dorm because of all the dorms on the Bob Jones University campus, it was the furthest away from
I was exhausted, but my excitement gave me an energy I had never known before. My eyes were glued to the silver shape that hung in the blackness like a diamond on black
“Make sure you don’t have any valuables in your pockets,” Luke warned as we got out of the little red taxi. We were standing in front of a very oriental-looking blue archway. All kinds of people were streaming in and out of it.
It started as a strangely comfortable yet alarming pulsating throb in my spine. I was about ten years old at the time. I can remember having this feeling during PE class while sitting on the cold, dusty rubber floor
Have you ever been to a place that just puts you in awe?