Pen X Pencil Novels & Stories

He questions, and I smile at him. "I believe I just said so... "I reply, and he chuckles. "This is a Faber-Castell 9000 Graphite Sketch Pencil Set! "He exclaims, and although I know he's excited, I don't know what's so great about those pencils. "I don't know what that means. I just asked them to get me the best of everything they had. "I reply, and he looks up at me with tears brimming in his eyes. "No one has ever... Gifted me anything like this. "He says, and I understand that as simple as this gesture is, it means a lot to him. Probably a lot more than I thought it would...

With memories of them uppermost in her mind, Penny fell asleep, silent tears running from her eyes. *** Chewing her pencils was a bad habit. She did it when she worked and had no pencil that didn’t have her teeth marks. Unless, of course, they were in the unopened boxes. Penny was typing out some pages from a manuscript. Or more like trying to type. She was having trouble focusing on the new pile of work she had been greeted with when she came to work Monday morning. The other pile she had left there was gone, and she knew who to thank for that. As the elevator reached the floor of her office she had squared her shoulders ready for the sarcastic onslaught of Caitlin Crashaw, but it never cam

Maybe he was going to succeed after all. He stuck his hand inside my boxers, his warm hand and strong fingers getting my shaft out of its constraints. He looked me in the eyes as he did so, licking his lips. Before beginning, he got up on his feet and leaned over me, his hands resting on my knees. He then pulled out a small pencil from his back pocket. A light purple pencil, to be exact. "What color is this?" He asked, waving the pencil in front of my eyes. I couldn't believe he was fucking doing this.

He checked his pencil case, empty, he’d forgotten to restock it, which was that kind of thing that happened when you were managing seventeen other things at once. He was about to pack up and find another pen when a pen appeared on the table in front of him. He looked at it, then at Lucien reading a book, and had apparently not moved. “Thank you,” Eli said quietly. Lucien turned a page. “You were shaking that pen for thirty seconds. It was distracting.” “Right.” Eli looked at the pen for a moment, It felt expensive with a solid weight to it. He uncapped it carefully. “Lucien,” he said.

I was Haven Kenway, and I would not let some stupid, twelve-year-old boy get to me. I grabbed my favorite pencil — one of the good ones, the kind with the type of eraser that didn’t leave annoying streaks on the paper — and I sharpened it with my handheld sharpener until it was as pointy as possible. My pencils always had to be sharp. I couldn’t stand dull pencils. I then took out a piece of my nice, crisp, white paper with perfect blue lines, and wrote back to my pen pal who didn’t want me.

"If the 'Nothing' is the only place where you can't touch me, then give me the Nothing! Give us back our silence!" The words in the air flickered. ***"Very well. But silence has a price. You want to be 'Real'? Then you must survive the 'Edit.'"*** --- ### The Red Ink Suddenly, the silver Pen vanished. It was replaced by something much worse. A giant, thick, wooden pencil with an **Eraser** the size of a mountain descended from the clouds. But this wasn't the "Eraser" I had used. This was the Red Pen. The tool of correction. The tool of deletion.

I quickly broke the eye contact and looked away proceeding to take out my pencils. " So you are using water colour ?", he asked. " No..I don't think water colour would w..work well with eyes. I'm using C..colour pencils.", I replied taking out four skin tone pencils, a black and brown pencil from my pouch.

“Hehehe.. Thank you so much! You’re the best!!” “Everyone, use a pen and not a pencil. You are not allowed to change your answer. Or else it won’t be counted.” “‘Ey.. do you have an extra pen?” “What about you, do you have an extra pen?” “Ahh! How about if you use it then I use it, then I give it back to you, and then to me again?” The teacher massaged her forehead. “Here, I’ll lend you my pen. Give it back after the class.”

“Lemme see, I took that class last semester, professor Edwards right? She’s strict” “You have no idea, I have an assignment for Friday and I just know she’ll be smacking us with a surprise test soon” “Yeap, she’s ruthless like that” We shared a laugh and he picked up one of my pencils rolling it between his fingers only to realize it’s worn “I don’t know why you’re obsessed with these things” I preferred plain old pencils when studying most of the time instead of using colorful highlighters and pens. “Because I can always erase the marks and notes when I’m done without damaging the text”

Pero huminto ako sa pagsunod sa kanya ng makitang tiningnan niya ang isang mechanical pen pati na rin ang isang sketch pad bago ako nilapitan. "Ate diba po ito yung ginagamit mo sa bahay pag nag da-drawing ka? Idinikit na 'coponban' na lang yung laman nang sayo eh, tapos monggol na lapis na lang ang ginagamit mo. Ate, mahal po ba 'to? Parang may kung anong bumara sa lalamunan ko at bigla ay nag tubig ang gilid ng mga mata ko.