HEY GUYS I WANT YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING I WROTE WHILE AGO. IF IT BREAKS YOUR FEELS TELL ME XD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Living as a pencil How would you like it if every day you were slowly cut down youre soon lost or forgotten? What about if every day you were used and abused by your owner, until you were no longer good enough and you were just replaced? Well thats what I have to deal with and fear every moment of my life. I watch as you use me to write your stories or write your essays, you use my bottom to fix your mistakes while blaming them on me, and then when I get a little duller you put me in that horrible machine that slowly eats away my wood and peeling away who I am. Am I no longer good enough for you? Did I do something to upset you master, I didnt mean it if I did. I only wanted to be good enough for you but you keep putting me in that machine and hurting me. Im almost gone now; Im about half the size I was when you first got me. Dont you remember that day? You were so excited to start writing and I was so glad I was no longer surrounded with clones of me; you wanted me to be your only one. You made me feel so loved even as you slowly wore down my tip as you made your words dance across the paper. Master where are you? I dont see you as often as I did anymore, am I no longer good enough for you to write with? I thought I was doing my best, I thought that I made your words turn out so much nicer then any of the others you used. I swear if you give me another chance Ill do better, I dont want to disappoint you master. Im about a quarter of my ild size but I promise I still write perfectly. Master what are you doing? Thats one of my clones from that bag you bought so long ago, why are you using that? I thought I was good enough for you. Master its getting cold laying here in this case, its like one of those human coffins that I heard you say someone was buried in. Master whats it like to die? Because that what I think Im doing as you stick me into that machine one last time, Im barely big enough to fix into the machine without being completely into it. Im too small for you now, arent I? Maybe this is what its suppose to be when someone like me gets older, maybe this is where we say goodbye, oh I really hope its not, I dont want to leave you. Master I think its time, I think I have to go now. Youve found someone better then me, someone who can write and never need to be put in that machine. You just push their button dont you? Wow thats convenient, maybe if I had been like that you wouldnt have needed to put me here. Im just lying here now, in the trash can, the place where all my mistakes went isnt it? Im sorry I made those mistakes, I really didnt mean to honestly. I thought I was doing well but I guess that I made one too many mistakes for you. I promise if somehow we ever get to work together I wont make mistakes again, though I think its my time to go away just like all those forgotten story lives. I hope your new pencil is better than me, it seems to write in colors so I guess it must be, no one likes boring old gray...
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 20:23:02 +0000
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