Pen X Pencil Novels & Stories

"This thing is called an egg-shaped beauty blender. It's just that when it's shaped into a gourd, the makeup will be easier to apply!" Jonason was speechless. He thought, "Women are so scary! She pointed at a gourd and claimed that it was an egg." What was the difference between this and distorting facts? Surely enough, men couldn't reason with women! Everything they said was absolutely right! Jonason was well aware of this. Miley picked up an eyeshadow pencil and asked, "What is this?" Cyrus replied, "It's an eyebrow pencil." He had used it when he was guessing which eyebrow pencil Rachel had used a while ago. It was a long one. However, this was in white packaging. The previous one was in

56 I couldn't even think of how to describe it. 7 My fingers ran across the soft paper before something else in the bag caught my attention. There was more. 3 I peered into the bag again to find a whole variety of brand new drawing supplies. 59 Different kinds of pens, pencils, acrylics, colored pencils, and even watercolor paint and brushes. 550 None of this stuff looked cheap either. 20 I was at a loss for words. I was at a loss for everything. 8 He got all of this stuff... For me?

“You need something to write in.” “Write?” I repeated. “But I have no parchment.” He picked up a small book with blank pages. “This is a journal.” I touched the cover reverently. “A diary. To record my thoughts. But how do I write without a quill?” He held up a slim object. Shiny. Plastic. Suspicious. “This is a pen.” “Pen,” I said slowly. “It resembles a miniature weapon.” “It is not sharp.” “What does it use to write? Magic? Blood? Sap?”

“What do you think? Help me pick.” I cleared my throat and straightened my posture like I hadn’t just been debating whether or not to have a secret affair with Ivan in my head. “Go with the 0.7mm one. The grip looks more comfortable and the lead size is more practical.” I said, trying to sound casual. Luna nodded and smiled. “Okay, perfect. Thanks! I’ll take this one then.” After we paid for the mechanical pencil, we passed by the fragrance section. I still hadn’t decided what to get Ivan, and I figured a perfume was safe and simple. I couldn’t think of anything else anyway, and frankly, I didn’t want to waste more brain cells thinking about it.

Pens. I have four major obsessions in life that I can’t help but hoard, but pens are my favorite. Each pen tells a story the owner abandoned once their ink or purpose ran out. I guess I identify with them. A little too much. So I care for them, give them a home, so they don’t feel used and discarded. Fountain pens. Ballpoints. Markers. Fineliners. Even a quirky set of glitter gel pens shaped like cartoon characters that I refuse to part with. They’re not clutter. They’re me.

she murmured. She looked at his stack of pens. Lucky for her, they weren't those average cheap ball pens. Damien had expensive taste. Adeline recognized them as one of those fancy fountain pens that cost almost a hundred dollars a piece. Adeline unscrewed them and took out the ink. All except for one. She simply drained most of the ink out then loosely screwed the tip back on. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. There's one more thing she should do. But what? she wondered. She walked back to the desk and opened the drawer.

"Are you kidding me? Give me my pen back." Silence. I purse my lips and not waiting for the answer anymore and simply reaching towards my pen, attempting to pull it out of Axel's hand, but he doesn't let me. "What the fuck?" he asks. "Give me back my pen." I hiss at him. "No. I need a pen. I'm keeping it." he hisses back. "How can you come to school without a pen?" "Simple. I don't take a fucking pen with you." he explains like I'm five years old and my nose flares.

Cade wandered into the kitchen with a large pad and a pack of pencils. He wore a puzzled look. “Have you been in the den today?” “Yeah, I was in there earlier. Why?” “I can’t find my pens.” “I don’t remember seeing them, but we could go look after dinner.” “I hope I haven’t lost them. The pens have sentimental value. They were the first things I bought when I signed my first contract.”

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….

Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income. I picked up the quill in question, twirling it around my fingers. The quill appeared to be a typical quill used by authors. Well, they don’t actually use them these days. Most use pens and pencils, which was fine, but I had always wanted to learn how to use a quill. So when I saw one that day in the bookstore I usually go to, I bought it. It was a set that came with its very own ink.