Pen X Pencil Novels & Stories

“It’s not a machine gun.” I glared at him. What made him think that I thought it was a weapon? “I know that,” I told him. I studied his grip and saw that he was holding the paintbrush a lot differently than I was. I wouldn’t say it looked like I was holding a gun, but it did look more like a pencil. His grip was more relaxed.

Rujnoiu raised his wand again, made some signs in the air and recited: “Peñota Invenient Me...” The two vanished and appeared by some shelves full of nibs of all kinds. Made of silver, gold or diamonds, water dragon scales, stone or fire dragon scales. You could even push your hand through the water nibs and they didn’t change shape. You could even pass your hand through a water pen, but it still didn’t change its pen shape. Those made of fire, had a playful nib like the flame of a candle, and those made of stone seemed to have a piece of rock on top.

Joseph asked. " This mechanical pencil is known for its high-quality drafting capabilities and is a must-have tool for architects and designers. Another very thoughtful gift. I must say... " Aunt Sophie replied instead, Joseph looked impressed. I was amazed that he thought of this. Now even I was eager to know what was there in the third gift and opened it.