Novel & Cerita Pen Pal Stories

Matthew asked, amazement visible on his face as he leered at Jack. It was something that he'd wanted. He remembered that he and Jack were in his office on the site waiting for the release, but before he could even buy it, it was already sold! He can't believe how lucky Damon Williams was to have that pen. There were only 99 of those pens in different styles made, not to mention it costing over 20k alone because of how high in demand they were and made from solid gold and diamond.

Inventing the story as he turned each page. The fox. The bird. The mountain. The stars. By the time he reached the final page... Peanut was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. "Again." Thomas laughed. "We just finished." "Again." He looked at Elena helplessly. She covered her smile with one hand. "I think you've lost." Honestly? He had. Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. So he began again. This time changing the story. Making the fox even more stubborn. Making the bird even braver.

Lara scorned “Let’s buy her some jewelry.” “The idea is to motivate not distract.” Dana spoke with a lopsided grin as she pulled Lara and Sarah into the shop. “Wow…. Feels like I have travelled back in time.” Sarah giggled. She hadn’t been in a stationary shop since primary school. Everything was electronic these days and no one purchased pens and pencils anymore. Hardley also was not your average stationary. They had world class, one-of-a-kind items. Like a gold plated pen from Dollex or a quill inspired pen made from the lightest metal alloy and so on….

He watched Elijah hold Liesel's hand and coax her with a seductive voice, "There's nothing else that I want but for you to make me a pen, like the one Jacob has. But I want one in black, not gold." Jacob froze entirely. Did Liesel make that pen herself? Jacob wasn't the only one stunned. Liesel was as well. "How did you know that?" Elijah seemed to have caught a glimpse of Jacob and let out an inscrutable chuckle. "I'm actually quite fond of collecting pens. Back then, that old man made a few custom-designed pens, and I paid a small fortune for them. That day, I ran into you there as you were carving the design on the pen."

First Vance and Kathy go to Freya's penthouse then Davis and I go. "So are you ready?" Davis asks as we get on the elevator. "For stealing? I don't know." I say. "Well in the past, you stole that pen from Maddie in college." Davis says. "That was a wrong rumour. It was my pen to begin with. I let her borrow it during the exam and it is my lucky pen. It was also my Mom's gift to me when I started writing with a pen in school. It has my initials on it too. I was never letting that go just like that. Do you know how much I have to think to keep the pen hidden in case she comes to take it?" I say.

Jester! - Yesterday I saw a new, erasable pen. - Don't you dare compare me to such an ordinary instrument! - Apparently, you don't like to be compared to many things. - At least I have an important role in society. - Please, you are old, disappearing. You are being replaced since your records are made slowly and the result is very fragile. Remember what happened to the last page you wrote! A drop of water, and it's all over! - And yet I'm superior! My price can reach 200 Euros! I am coveted by many and a rare collector's item. And the page only got wet because you turned the glass!

“Last year, our book club was a flop—too many kids didn’t want to do their assigned reading, feeling like it was too much like work.” Alanna turned to me then. “Thoughts, Luna Hannah?” Suddenly, my eyes widened slightly, and once again, I was transported back to those two years that Noah had conveniently forgotten—the two years that I had written until my hand cramped, my fingers stained with ink. “What about… a penpal program?” I breathed before I could stop myself. The other Lunas murmured and nodded in agreement, jotting the idea down in their notebooks. They were oblivious to my emotional strife—all except for Alanna, who seemed to eye me for a moment before suddenly closing her notebook

Seeing Wilfred and Edith's reaction, Stella realized that she had misspoken. She was about to rectify her words when Wilfred said, "We have plenty of fountain pens at home. They're not THAT rare. Besides, it's the thought that counts. I personally think tea leaves are a better choice than a pen." Stella was a bit surprised to hear that. "But, I've never seen a Carpi fountain pen in all life," she said, trying to justify its value through its rarity.

Every time I used it now, I was feeding it and fighting it at the same time. A paradox it would not tolerate forever. I tightened my fingers around the pen until my joints ached. *Then I’ll decide who gets to use them,* I thought back, aiming the words like I’d aimed rust and burn and split. *You don’t get the final cut on my stories anymore.* The tunnel brightened ahead. The pages lining its end thinned, light bleeding through the seams like dawn through badly hung curtains. Corvin’s shoulder brushed mine as we bunched up near the narrowing mouth.

into a grey rectangle of censored data. "I can't write over the moon, Mama!" Kaelen cried out, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells shattering in a vacuum. "The moon is the 'Pen'! I'm just the 'Ink'!" "Then we become the 'Paper'!" a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them.