No-Tell Ink

Herein lay the words and imagery collected and created. Stories best unsaid. But written nonetheless.

Welcome to My World

Along with the mini stories that spring to mind, there will be the occasional update or tease about my book in progress: The Tourist

Welcome to No-Tell Ink. Grab your bags, and I will lead you to your room.

I regret to inform you, but there is only one room available. Room 13.

  • The Estate Sale Part 5

    ~S/he was lying in the bed, gasping. His doctor and his manservant were nearby. They had not expected him to survive the night. Now that it was morning, Charles had no desire to go before he had breakfast. “Wherr ma bacon ‘n eggs?” he said quietly. He was drowning, it seems. At least, that is…

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  • Estate Sale Pt 4

    ~Charles looked down at the quiet infant in the cradle below him. The sounds of crying came from the master bedroom. “What happened?” he asked tiredly. He and his wife had been out at a dinner hosted by one of his close friends, a few minutes’ ride down the road. It had been a long…

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  • The Hotel -Meat is Meat

    Ep. 3 “Son of a b—Oof!” I cried out as my body, followed by my head, hit the dirt in front of the Gilded Unicorn. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong? I tipped my companion Sharon well for her, uh, time. I know I had a little too much, but they make the…

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  • Inquisitive Minds

    What do you do when your child can learn to read faster than she should? How do you handle the answer when she tells you the truth, as they always seem to do? For Charlotte’s parents, that job is a little tougher Charlotte grew up in a sleepy little town, south of Worcester, MA. There…

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  • The Estate Sale Pt 3

    ~Mrs. Marianne had been cooking for the family for years, since her mother, who did the cooking before her, passed. The big dinners had passed. Sometimes the family would return, and she would be tasked to create a spread like old times. Lately, though, she has been cooking for three; Mr. Charles, his man, and…

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  • Not a Latte to go on

    “Latte for Joe!” WTF. I wanted a large tea. To go. How can they be so stupid? Looking at him, I reply, “No, I want a LARGE TEA TOGO!” The barista stood behind the counter, some college kid who has never understood the troubles of wanting one cup of coffee, but knowing you will only…

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