Pen Pal Story Novels & Stories

Some of them were in a broken state and some were so worn out that the color had rubbed off it. “Wow someone is obsessed with pens.” He picked one up curiously. “plastic. Didn’t just boat to me that he banned plastic usage. Why does he have a butt load of it.” Most of the pens in there did not have ink in them. After testing ten or fifteen of them, he just gave up and closed that drawer. Only one pen that was on the table worked. He opened up the next one. it was the same as the first one. filled with pens...

On the book was written some sentences, but the problem was, I didn't know how to me use of a pen. Back there in Marazona, we wrote with sticks, touched in colors. I held it in a funny way and placed it on the book, trying to copy what the boy'd asked. "And what do you think you're doing?" He scoffed and I looked at him. "Seriously? Is that how to hold a pen?" I bit my lower lip and stared down at the table bashfully. "Gosh" he mumbled under his breath and held my hand. His skin was so soft.

Passing me his sweet smile in a good gesture he took out his pen from his blazer's inner pocket. Whatever was happening around me stopped at the very moment when my eyes zoomed at the pen in his hand. It looked familiar in the beginning and after that, I recalled that it was my long lost pen. This big-time Thief! He's the one who has stolen my pen and here all the time I was blaming Avi for it. It's my precious pen which my sister Lassya had gifted me back in my school time.

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.

It was a pen that you fill with ink. "If I am the person writing my story then who is typing the words that are erasing my life?"

Daniel said, helping me out of my embarrassing spotlight. I cleared my throat a couple of times, tucked my hair behind my ear and started talking…. “I really don’t know if this would be the answer to our questions, but if I could vividly remember… while in the middle of writing you guys story, my sister just returned from OHIO were she went on a vacation. She gifted me this strange looking black pen, and just when I was right in the middle of writing you guys novel, I started using the strange pen. There’s a fifty percent chance, that the pen might be what we are looking for.”

Yeah, he's right, they're not real, they're just fictional characters that I made up, but somehow, last night's dream felt so strange. After we ate breakfast, Xander headed to his football training, and I went back to home to continue writing my story. I searched for my favorite pen, the one grandma gave me and the one that I used writing this story. It's my first time using it since she died last year. She told me that everything I will write using that pen will come true. Well, I suppose it means my dreams will, ever since I was a child, I always wanted to become an author joining school contests instead of studying.

Also, check out my first story if you haven't. Cheers, Inky Pen.

About The Author The author is a Bicolano who hails from Binanuhan, Pilar, Sorsogon. Having lived half of his lifetime in the same locality, he devoted most of his time to learning practical things through observations and several failed attempts. Because of his ardent desire and persistence to harness, develop and maximize everything that he has to its fullest potential, he was able to achieve a certain level of mastery on matters which is of prime significance. He is passionate about a lot of things. He is simultaneously a carpenter, composer, inventor, mathematician, choir and acoustic band member, frequent user of Microsoft Excel and Google Sheets to solve work – related problems and, w