Writing Prompt: Permanent Ink

Write the first thing that comes to mind when you see this phrase: PERMANENT INK.

Our favorite answers from the comments and our social channels will be added below!

  1. Your love is a stain on my heart- far more permanent than the blackest tattoo. – @sophdog96
  2. Some people are written into our lives with pencil. Erased by time and washed away by tears. Some are permanent ink. – @IdahoFoodie
  3. Memories. – @JamesPerson10
  4. I don’t remember getting this tattoo… – @emma_luv2write
  5. The stories, the truths, the lies that always remain with you no matter than time or distance you try to put between it. – @NollieMarie07
  6. Sharpie? Ha ha 😀 – William Carter
  7. Yearbook messages/signatures – @azn_Seddie
  8. I need you gone, but just like permanent ink, you’re here to stay. You’re forever in my heart, forever in my mind. I can’t escape – @Alexx_Alyssa
  9. You shouldn’t really use permanent ink…some memories unexpectedly become bad ones. – @R5Rosy
  10. The most permanent ink is time, writing the story of our lives, leaving it’s marks on us. – @emma_luv2write
  11. Tattoos. – Lynn Oldenburg
  12. Legacy. – Samantha Muller
  13. Permanent, Inc.  “Where diamonds really are forever.” – Alec Frost
  14. Words speak louder than actions, for words unerasable. – Arianna West
  15. The words you say can never be forgotten. They are etched upon the heart of the hearer. They are written in ink and although they can be forgiven, they can never be erased. – Shayna
  16. I want to my mark to remain for the world to learn from, like permanent ink on my school desk. – Melissa Wilson
  17. They say that the pen is mightier than the sword, but don’t show up to a sword fight with a pen. That just won’t end well. – Maria Leonor Tarnoi
  18. A permanent, alien mark on her hand.Sarah Demsky
  19. Stories especially our stories for while we are alive our past will always be there. – Shanno-louisa Beardsmore
  20. Said in stone, keep away from fire.Cailin Victor
  21. Those first moments: the pain, the cries, the sudden joy… After months of planning & waiting, those small footprints on a page. – @BibliophileMama
  22. she’d gotten each one carved into her skin, each name she’d checked off her list. they kept her from forgetting who she was, who she would always be. they were as permanent as the deaths they represented. – Lydia Albano
  23. His words were engraved on her heart like a tattoo she couldn’t get rid of. – Alex
  24. Even Sharpie comes out with time and the right tools. Unless it’s on paper. – Mimi
  25. Your black words that you throw at me are like permanent ink blotched on my heart. – @Salbears
  26. Mom saved the dirty cash for weeks, twins screaming, for the white velvet couch which reminded her of better things. Splash. Bang. – @TheRoseWarren
  27. The words that slither from between your lips are permanently inked into the sky where a large stain remains, blotting out the facade of the man I once thought you were. – Stephanie
  28. The continuous taunt of her step mom about her kids’ “fairness” dented the dusky girl’s confidence almost as permanently as a tattoo newbie’s erroneous and amateurish work on a desperate customer with a permanent ink. – Sanmithra

73 thoughts on “Writing Prompt: Permanent Ink

  1. The words you say can never be forgotten. They are etched upon the heart of the hearer. They are written in ink and although they can be forgiven, they can never be erased.

  2. she’d gotten each one carved into her skin, each name she’d checked off her list. they kept her from forgetting who she was, who she would always be. they were as permanent as the deaths they represented.

  3. The words that slither from between your lips are permanently inked into the sky where a large stain remains, blotting out the facade of the man I once thought you were.

  4. The continuous taunt of her step mom about her kids’ “fairness” dented the dusky girl’s confidence almost as permanently as a tattoo newbie’s erroneous and amateurish work on a desperate customer with a permanent ink.

  5. The girl’s robe fluttered in the wind as her power surged. Her two pigtails flapped about, like saplings within a malestorm. Juxtaposed to the violent movement around her, she stood still, feet together and arms spread in welcome. Her pale face showed none of the effort required in her summons except a slight frown of concentration. Magic collected in her palms, two voids that flowed from her upper arms and drew the eye to their utter bleakness. She smiled. It was time to begin.

  6. As i drift from highs to lows, joys to sorrow, she is all that stay’s constant. A permanent tattoo on my soul, a thread that will always guide me when i’m lost.

  7. These mistakes lay on my skin, soaking its way to the bottom like that of permanent ink. The fine tipped sharpies that will never fade, creates shimmering scars that can never be erased.

  8. Once the thoughts in your head stream out onto the paper, they become permanent in the ink. They are now new worlds.

  9. “Please tell me this will come off?” She frantically eyed up her new moustache in the mirror, her ‘friends’ admiring their drunken handywork from the night before. Ellen held up the marker, on the side written in dark black letters “PERMANENT INK”

  10. And it will be forever etched onto my skin in permanent ink, reminding me, that I’m more vulnerable than I look. Made of glass.

  11. The words that we read are not just marks on a page, but marks on our hearts. Tattoos on an organ that has never seen the light of day. The ink on the page might some day fade away, but in our hearts it will always be permanent.

  12. Mary had a thing about writing in permanent ink. Her fellow author friends, her English teacher–indeed, all who knew her–thought it just another mark of her insanity; an author writing in permanent ink? Unheard of.
    “Editing is more than half the work of a writer!”
    “No one is perfect.”
    “Don’t you ever make mistakes and wish you could take them back? Don’t you ever misspell words or something?”

    These words and ones like these Mary would hear all her life. But she did not let their jeers of confusion deter her, for only she could appreciate the beauty of writing in permanent ink, the beauty of raw thoughts on a page, mistakes and all. If mistakes are part of what makes us, why should she erase them? And so she wrote with permanent ink.

  13. A pure girl dancing.
    A wrong step, a half twirl, failure.
    An almost star is burned out, stained with permanent ink.

  14. The digital revolution; words recorded eternally through the Internet, a shadowy soul now permanent ink.

  15. The moving finger writes in permanent ink and not one word will be impermanent for it connects you and me escaping into the noösphere nonlinearly as in the beginning was the word.

  16. Ingrid knew that Sharpies smelled good in the afternoon. The humidity seasoned the smell and made the kick stronger. Occasionally Ingrid stared at herself in the mirror while holding a Sharpie, nearly sticking it up her nose like a two-year-old discovering straws. She took a deep breath, sniffed in, nearly drew a smiley-face on her cheek, and sighed. Ingrid looked away from the mirror. “I’ve always been pathetic.” Another sniff.

  17. on the back of her hand

    is where the marker goes

    after she’s scrubbed

    as many of the names they called her

    off of her body

    in the 3rd floor bathroom

    where she can be alone

    she writes over the ones

    that won’t come off

    it says what it means

    to mean something

    small enough

    that you really have to look

    to see what’s written

    it comes from a place that is so much her

    that it is everybody

    it is all of us

    in the bathroom stalls

    and the whitewash halls

    in the bedroom alone

    even when there’s someone there

    i want to be seen

    she thinks

    but only by people

    who are willing to get close enough

    to see what’s really there

  18. Permanent ink is an oxymoron; Permanence means perfection, because only things unseen are infinite and therefore must lie in a realm of perfection like time and love. Ink is a a concrete likeness of things once thought to be permanent, even though ink itself is an endangered form of expression.

  19. The salt trails that stay on my skin long after my tears have evaporated.

    Your name, written in wobbly five-year-old letters, that remains on the walls despite years of fruitless scrubbing.

    That’s all I got!

  20. You are an everlasting inkprint on my heart; left there from when you took it in your hands and began to squeeze.

  21. A tattoo about a special someone, someone that life without would be pointless, someone that loved you more than anything, someone that would do anything for you, someone that is no longer of this world.

  22. the hurt
    like sharpie on my soul
    your fists
    beating down upon my body

    i was stupid
    a fool
    to stay with you

    and now
    you’ll forever stay with me

    you left your mark

    a message

    a warning
    written in
    sharpie on my soul

  23. I have no purple paper! Disappointment courses through me- it would be the perfect color for my scrapbook. I decide to grab a purple Sharpie and a white piece of paper. I color in the white paper with the purple ink and glue it behind my quote. I give a sigh of happiness for my beautiful scrapbook page.

  24. I try to record the moment in permanent ink, bleeding into the page of my mind, marked forever, but as time passes you fade away like watercolors in the rain, blurry and indistinct.

  25. The only inks that are permanent are the ones that stain our hearts and souls.

    Like love or pain.

    All others are merely washed away by rain.

    The real ink, expressions of what we are, and what we believe.

    Those are seen with the heart, and through the soul, percieved.

  26. Oh, crap! Crap, crap, crap! I can’t believe I just ruined my english homework. Where did I but the friking white-out!

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