Bound by Ink

Indelible will be either what she overcomes or what she succumbs to.


  • Started on November 1, 2017 for the National-Novel-Writing-Month challenge.
  • Stands at 79,000 words of a tentative 85,000-95,000 words.
  • Preparing to write 2nd Draft.
  • Fantasy


The secrets of life have been revealed to Indel. Well, a few of them at least. To join the rarest race of beings, the Psychism, she will have to undertake an oath.

Training begins right away, and though the oath granted her immense power, there are rules to be followed. She and her fellow scribblers, writers, creators of worlds in the universe, learn side by side, but Indel is last to accept her new reality. She has one chance to follow the rules and either be rewarded by the universe itself and create a thriving existence for countless others or fail and lose that world and all its potential forever.

But power is the most addicting substance in the universe, and Indel soon learns that following the rules is harder than her lessons lead her to believe. She begins testing the rules given to her after Roder, a fellow scribbler, joins her, and they find that the life of a scribbler is a far worse fate than anything they could bestow on others.

What price would you pay to become a god?


She didn’t say anything and Kion continued. “I know what it is to be torn between two decisions and, more importantly, what it looks like.” She continued to stare at him blankly. “I won’t fault you for your indecision, but I won’t give you the benefit of the doubt either. So tell me, have you finally decided?”

Indel felt she knew what he was getting at, but there was no room for errors. She needed to be absolutely sure. “I don’t think I followed all of that.”

Kion’s expression cooled. “You say you are here to help. Whether or not you are actually doing so remains to be seen. But there is something else you haven’t shown or told us. If that secret is not on our side, then I suggest you flee now. Traitors are not taken to kindly.”

Indel shook her head slowly to buy herself time and also to marvel at his perceptions. The man really was a snake.

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