Here's the winning entry for #invisiblequill contest by #masqueradeawards...

Congratulations XerinaFang

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Darkness.

Everywhere. Darkness.

A dimly lit cobblestone street lays below the darkened sky. Puddles lounge about in the streets, fresh from the passing storm's rain. Not a sound can be heard-

Splash!

A man runs through the streets, he runs through the puddles and he disturbs the peace.

His breathing is heavy as he clings his hand to his chest, making sure that his heart doesn't burst through it.

Voices soon follow the man, calling after him, ordering him to stop. But the man keeps running. He will not stop, for he carries in his pocket a treasure like no other.

The invisible quill.

The man ducks into a darkened alley and crouches behind an old dumpster. From his pocket, he pulls out a quill with a long violet feather. But to the seeing eye, it was as though he was holding nothing. For only he could see the beauty of the quill.

"Please don't fail me now." He breathes, plunging the pointed end of the quill into his chest. He winces at the pain, but it's nothing compared to what his pursuers would do to him if he was caught. He pulls the quill from his chest and uses his blood as the ink.

The man turns to the brick wall beside him and begins to write a word. The quill glides along his canvas smoothly while his heart beats rapidly.

His free hand applies pressure upon his wound, as he leans back to admire his work.

Jack

The name is sloppily written over a span of two bricks. Sweat rolls down from his forehead and he smiles contemptly. His mission was complete.

He falls back onto the ground and stares up at the night sky. "I'll be with you soon, Anna."

His pursuers stumble upon the alley and peer into it. But nothing was there. There was no man. There was no body. There was no blood. There was no quill. They were certain he had ducked into this alley, and yet there was no sign of him anywhere.

So where did he go?

Where did he disappear to?

Was he invisible?

Anyone with a seeing eye would never know. But those would could see the unseen, well, they would know that Jack had found Anna and was reunited with her. Together they will live happily for all eternity.

As for the quill, it returned to its start position, awaiting the time for a new Jack to find it and pursue the mission again.

....The end is only the beginning...
...the beginning of the end....

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What I liked the best about this entry is the smooth flow, the ingenious idea of what the Quill could mean. It is dangerous, fast paced and yet heart breaking. I loved the easy style and the richness... Best of luck!