The Ink Well Highlights Magazine #14 - And Announcement! (June 28, 2021)

This weekly magazine highlights a small selection of short stories posted to The Ink Well community that stood out and were awarded a Curie vote.

Important Note

Announcement!

Up until now, we've been posting comments only from the moderator team. But it's high time we featured some of the awesome comments from the community! More and more community members have been sharing great feedback on other writers' stories, so we will be showcasing some of them!

The following are some of our top curated stories from June 20 - June 27, 2021.

I ducked behind a bush. A jogger went by at a good speed, before I could even think about stopping him. Mrs. Harris tossed the coin on to the sidewalk directly in front of the jogger. The trees, jogger, and everything else began to swirl. There was a bright light. The jogger disappeared, and Mrs. Harris clapped her hands in glee. -Hive account@wrestlingdesires

Writing is a delicate dance between the mind and the fingers - each one knowing its rhythm and sway. Mind leads, fingers follow. But with the bum wrist now, it is not at all like losing a sense where the other senses overcompensate for the loss. Rather, I've had to revert to hunt-and-pecking again. It's not just the posting that I miss, but the commenting, the relationship-building, the whole kit and caboodle. My kit has kicked the bucket and my caboodle has lost its noodle. -Hive account@stormcharmer

All Daisy could remember after partying through Friday night with her girlfriends was getting drunk and taking an uber home. She could barely make out what time it was as she struggled to open her eyes. The fragrance of the room smelt heavenly from that of her apartment and the window blinds were different. -Hive account@daveyjones

Next step: Mr. Stepforth's contacts found some pre-Cornerstone mortgages to compare with the newer ones – the older mortgages had similar language, but it had been struck through, which meant it was no longer operational … just there as a quiet, tacit hint to the game being played. Cornerstone Bank had brought the covenants out of strikethrough, in direct defiance of all relevant law. -Hive account@deeanndmathews

Maybe it was smoke. Maybe it was just strange fog. What do I know? As I watched, a large patch of mist drifted up to the window and looked at me. I blinked a few times, and looked back. There was a face in the mist, and it was watching me. The face floated away as I stared after it. I got up from my chair, and slowly put my face to the glass and watched the mist as closely as I could. -Hive account@iamsmaller

The next day, Suzzette was fixing her things when she heard a sound in the storage room near her bedroom. She stopped for a while and had walked slowly going in the direction of that room but when she was about to touch the doorknob to open the door, she was shocked when the doorknob clicked as if somebody was holding the knob from the inside..she asked "Is there anyone inside the room? Mom, is it you?" But no one responded. -Hive account@aimharryianne

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