Greetings, Ink Jars, Professor Lewis and Steve here. If this is your first time meeting us, "Greetings," if you've met us before: *top secret cult sign* Whether you're here from Steve's base or one of Lewis' Ink Jars or just here for fun, you are welcomed to Our new fantastic Book club! Here you can enter your book a...
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"I let it keep me up at night. Or should I say "him." For it was not a story that haunted my dreams back on Croaklock street, but a being. A demonic creature with a spirit as well as a soul." Meissa's childhood demons come back in a new, frightening way. She has tried denying them access to her head, but now, not onl...
Gone. Done. Over. “Stop!” I yelled, hot tears melting down my mud-stained, worry broken face, blurring my vision. “Please Everyone! Stop!” ~~~~~~~~ Megan Ellow lives in a broken country. Rebellion seizes the people, giving them edge. Meg is thrown head-over-heels into an unwinnable war. She longs for change a...
Ever looking for a good story on wattpad? Or looking for an HONEST review of your book? You've come to the "write place." Join me, Lewis, for an interactive, new book review and advice center. Maybe you don't need me to review your book, but I might mention some things which you are struggling with as an author so com...
Listen, just listen. That's more than anyone else has ever done. How can people ignore me? Oh, that's right, I don't exist. I'm not real...I'm just...not real... ~~~ Welcome to a new world of magic and misery! Thank you for the pleasure of being your story-teller. ...
Fight. Fought. Finished. That’s what we did. And that’s what we were. ~~~ This is a sequel Lewis-style short story to my other story "Gone. Done. Over." I hope it is just as promising and lovable. -Your faithful writer, Lewis
"I'll pay you up front," Spider heaved the shoe box forward and ripped the lid off of it. I cautiously peeked inside and gasped. Inside were neat rows of stacked bills. Money. "Must be some 'dire situation,'" I gaped. "Trust me," Spider sighed. "It is."