Stories tagged “pen”
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Lord of the Pens
Boris was frustrated. The H2 pencil he had just sharpened had broken it’s tip again, and he had made a large, ugly scratch mark on the previously virginal paper. You see, Boris did not like ballpoint pens, in fact he hated them so much that he...
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A Writer's Tale
There’s All These People Out There They Just Can’t Help But Stop And Stare And You Think Perhaps They’re Frightened Of You Little Did You Realize As They Continue With Their Busy Lives That They Wish That They Could Be Just Like You A...
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Lord of the Pencil
Boris was frustrated. Of all people, he thought, he was the least deserving of frustration. And yet. He’d squeezed too hard. The freshly sharpened H2 pencil had slipped his grasp and torn a large, ugly slash on the previously virginal paper. Fuck...
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Waking Up
Yawwwwwn I open my eyes, excpecting to be in my comfy, plush bed with the pillows all around me and my cat snuggling next to me… But alas, there is sand in my pajama shorts and in my hair. I have dried seaweed stuck to my legs and arms. I see my ...
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Procrastinate Now...Don't Put It Off
The pen is in my hand, but I can’t bring myself to write. The music makes my foot tap and my head nod. Involuntarily I start singing along. I start as the little red number pops up on my Facebook screen. I have a notification. I hesitate and glan...
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Writing
Just start writing, it’ll come to you as you go along, that’s what I thought to myself as I stared at the empty page, pen poised and ready for action, hoping the words would form themselves. One essay on something really important to me, du...
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Writing [2]
The feeling it gave off was utterly amazing. I could feel the intense passionate vibes resonating from each well chosen letter that appeared before me. This alone inspired me and I turned back to my paper, scratching down letters that would soon form w...
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My Strongest Weapon
It sits on the corner of my desk, rotting away with time. I’ve not used it recently, but still, it holds a shine. I keep it sharp. As sharp as my wit. Were either to dull, I would be long dead. With great care, I pull it from it’s sheath. T...
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A Warm Coat
“Take my coat,” he said, offering the garment to a shivering girl. She couldn’t be any older than sixteen, and yet the streets treated her no differently. At first she refused the hospitality, but John’s persistence finally won ...
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A Warm Heart
Jess had always been alone in the streets. Ever since she could remember. It wasn’t a bad life, at least not so far. In any event, it could be much worse. At least, that’s how she thought of it. That all changed today. Today she met someone...
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A Dead End
The crowded streets began thinning out as night fell over the world. The day denizens replaced by the night. One wrong turn can offer a personal introduction to these darker inhabitants. John, still lost in thought and still bouncing in his shoes, took...
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pen to paper
With her ipod in hand and 400 bucks in her pocket, she reached for the keys to her white jeep. While she thought her dad was asleep, his voice did not surprise her. “Where you leaving to so late?” his voice was more sad and almost defeated...
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The False Dilemma
Honor or love was the question that tore my interior being, till I knew no more for what reason I wondered and why I compared. I fractured within, and unsure, I despaired. They told me I needed an outlet, a vent, a way to release my emotion so pent. Th...