The Inkpen Authoress

W ho has not heard the saying, "Misery loves company?" Furthermore, who has not found it to be quite true? Last week, Elisabeth F...

January (thus far) has not been my biggest word-count month. Most spare hours (and there haven't been many) have been spent writing and ...

In Romania, we spent a happy hour in the top floor of Betel Biserica Baptista, watching people in the rain ...    Sitting up there, it...

“ M y name is Sylvi.”   “Your name isn’t Cottontail?"   “No.”   Simpian was silent for a moment. Her name ought to be Cotton...

Hello! To reintroduce myself to your dear people, [and to prove I do still write, though it's been a month] I thought I'd give you a...

This is just a little nothing I wrote this evening when I couldn't stand not writing any longer. I am Arianna in many respects, but Bec...

I keep scraps of paper stuffed everywhere with my writing all over them. Incidentals I've captured on paper, folded up, (half ashamed ...

I wrote this short story as an entry for Miss Elizabeth Rose's Writing Contest . It was scribbled down in a very short frame of time and...