The Ink Well Highlights Magazine #60

Being a single mother to her 7-year-old twins was exhausting. They took particular joy in playing with everything except their toys. Kian's curly hair gave him a mad scientist look. Prisha's crooked teeth, upturned nose made her look like an imp. They were not identical twins but there was a look of pure mischief that was mirrored between them. Their bodies were never still, either they were dismantling a gadget at their house or making their toys using treasures they found on the street.- Hive account@diebitch

Far below, a mare neighed as she stood over her new foal. Two yearling colts chased each other over the lush green grass, coming within yards of the pair. Obsidian charged into the valley, chasing the rowdy youngsters away from the new mother. Once things were quiet, she drank from the nearby stream. - Hive account@wrestlingdesires

The students were amazed as they entered the main hall of the residence. A painting by Manuel Cabré adorned the room, the fine mahogany furniture upholstered with gobelin called the attention. So did the beautiful gilt-edged mirror and Capodimonte figures. The whole room breathed an indescribable charm. - Hive account@katleya

Larry was in the middle of his celebratory dance; a shuffle to the right, a wiggle of his derriere and a series of fist pumping motions. It was during one of the shuffling movements when he began to imagine the crowd looking on at him in awe. It was his ninth strike in a row, and he was going for his first ever perfect game, and of course, the lane record. He didn’t need to look about him to know that the entire bowling alley was focusing their attention on lucky lane number twenty-three. - Hive account@lordtimoty

Alex, a twenty-five year old single sociologist, had arrived in the afternoon in Mexico City and from there she had gone to the town of Texcoco where she would meet her friends the following morning. She had just finished dinner and was lying on the bed of the room she had booked in a small but very nice hotel, when she felt she was suffocating, she could not breathe, scared she barely had time to get out of the room and fainted. - Hive account@popurri

Though the voice was louder than before, Wyna still made a great effort to understand what was going on. With sleepy eyes she made out an expansive bluish grassland crowned with tiny golden glowing creatures fluttering all around.

"Welcome to Pangaea, Wyna. I am your guide, Mur Li." - Hive account@gabmr