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MY LIFE AS A PEN.
I was born in the factory, near a farm land. On the day of my birth, my friend Rubber, and I were so happy. "Finally we are going to get out of here, I just can't wait, I hear alot about the outside world, can't believe we are going to be part of that too... " Rubber said. He could not stop talking, he was so excited unlike me, I was scared because I didn't know what to expect.
In a blink of an eye, we were packed into boxes and the vehicle started to move. I can not tell how long the drive was because that was the most uncomfortable position I have ever been. "Hey, are you not happy? I thought you'd be happy" rubber said. "I am happy but I guess I am just scared." I replied. "Everything is going to be fine soon, look on the bright side. We are still going to be together for a very long time." Rubber replied.
Sooner than expected, we were unpacked. We were distributed into various sections and later on into other cartons. It became crystal clear to me that that was the start of something new.
Living in my own world, I couldn't understand, that anything can happen when you take a chance. I never believed in what couldn't see, I never opened eyes to other possibilities. I knew that something had changed, I never felt that way. This could be the start of something new, didn't feel right to be there but I had no option either.
It downed on me that I was now all alone. I had to come to terms with myself and accept that, that was my new normal. Few weeks later, I met a new pal. Marker was his name. He was the oldest amongst us. He told us tales about the master and how arrogant and ruthless he was. All this seemed like fairytale to me. Little did I know that I would be the 'Master' friend.
After Marker got old and weary, the master, whom was referred to as 'Mr Mack' threw him down to the dustbin. That is when it all made sense to me, I knew that my time was not so far from then. I stood trans fixed to the root spot looking at poor Marker meeting his end. Sadness filled my heart like a new born that had lost its mother in a cold war.
Mr Mack kept looking and observing us as if to suggest that one of us was going to be his next patient at the death toll sentence if things did not go right with us. I kept hoping and praying that this nightmare will soon be over. For one second I thought he had forgotten and did not need us but then I was so wrong. Mr Mack sat on his leather seat, he kept cross checking us and did not seem to make any decision about what he wanted, until he landed on me and picked me up.
"Seriously, me of all this other stationery, why would you pick me? There are so many of us here but lil poor me, I cannot believe this... " I kept complaining, complaint after complaint after complaint. Until it was clear that he was not going to put me down, so instead of complaining, I started to serve my purpose bearing in mind that one day, he will throw me down and step on me like I was some piece of trash to him.
Mr Mack and I became good friends. He would carry me to work, to meetings, to the bank. I signed most of his checks, wrote down letters for him, asigned new employees for him, wrote cards for him too. We were inseparable. We became best of friends. He would also carry me for a cup of tea, to dinners, to his various ceremonies and gatherings. Our friendship grew stronger by day.
I served him with love. I made sure I did not scribble crazy stuff in his work and that his work was always neat. Until one day I fell ill. It was this day that I knew that no matter how kind to are to people, some, at the end of the day only take advantage of you. Mr Mack stopped carrying me with him whenever he left. He did not seem to care about like he used to. He placed me down on the wooden table in his office and kept rubbing me as if he expected sparks of fire to light up.
Hours passed, days passed, he became angry with me. He picked another pen and quickly replaced me as if suggesting that he was done with me. I had no option but to watch and do nothing about it. My heart broke into million tiny pieces of sand. I could not help but think what will be of me, now that am no longer useful to my master.
However, it seemed that Mack would not give up on me. He carried me to his house, placed me on the counter and left me lying there like a dead rat. I felt remorseful and bitter. The next day, his daughter- Carla-, took me. For a second I thought that that was my second chance to redeem myself but I was wrong. Carla barely knew how to write so she would scribble.
Carla, however, got tired of scribbling and mistook me for a snack. She broke my back with her tiny immature teeth. She seemed to enjoy the idea of biting that she never gave up. She kept breaking me piece by piece by piece that I had nothing else left in me and gladly showed me off to her father who later on laughed so loudly and picked me up.
Mr Mack took my remains and threw me like I was nothing to him and complained at how I broke her little girl's flesh.
My life as a pen came to an end.
_U3Creen
#enjoythemomentswilltheylast
In a blink of an eye, we were packed into boxes and the vehicle started to move. I can not tell how long the drive was because that was the most uncomfortable position I have ever been. "Hey, are you not happy? I thought you'd be happy" rubber said. "I am happy but I guess I am just scared." I replied. "Everything is going to be fine soon, look on the bright side. We are still going to be together for a very long time." Rubber replied.
Sooner than expected, we were unpacked. We were distributed into various sections and later on into other cartons. It became crystal clear to me that that was the start of something new.
Living in my own world, I couldn't understand, that anything can happen when you take a chance. I never believed in what couldn't see, I never opened eyes to other possibilities. I knew that something had changed, I never felt that way. This could be the start of something new, didn't feel right to be there but I had no option either.
It downed on me that I was now all alone. I had to come to terms with myself and accept that, that was my new normal. Few weeks later, I met a new pal. Marker was his name. He was the oldest amongst us. He told us tales about the master and how arrogant and ruthless he was. All this seemed like fairytale to me. Little did I know that I would be the 'Master' friend.
After Marker got old and weary, the master, whom was referred to as 'Mr Mack' threw him down to the dustbin. That is when it all made sense to me, I knew that my time was not so far from then. I stood trans fixed to the root spot looking at poor Marker meeting his end. Sadness filled my heart like a new born that had lost its mother in a cold war.
Mr Mack kept looking and observing us as if to suggest that one of us was going to be his next patient at the death toll sentence if things did not go right with us. I kept hoping and praying that this nightmare will soon be over. For one second I thought he had forgotten and did not need us but then I was so wrong. Mr Mack sat on his leather seat, he kept cross checking us and did not seem to make any decision about what he wanted, until he landed on me and picked me up.
"Seriously, me of all this other stationery, why would you pick me? There are so many of us here but lil poor me, I cannot believe this... " I kept complaining, complaint after complaint after complaint. Until it was clear that he was not going to put me down, so instead of complaining, I started to serve my purpose bearing in mind that one day, he will throw me down and step on me like I was some piece of trash to him.
Mr Mack and I became good friends. He would carry me to work, to meetings, to the bank. I signed most of his checks, wrote down letters for him, asigned new employees for him, wrote cards for him too. We were inseparable. We became best of friends. He would also carry me for a cup of tea, to dinners, to his various ceremonies and gatherings. Our friendship grew stronger by day.
I served him with love. I made sure I did not scribble crazy stuff in his work and that his work was always neat. Until one day I fell ill. It was this day that I knew that no matter how kind to are to people, some, at the end of the day only take advantage of you. Mr Mack stopped carrying me with him whenever he left. He did not seem to care about like he used to. He placed me down on the wooden table in his office and kept rubbing me as if he expected sparks of fire to light up.
Hours passed, days passed, he became angry with me. He picked another pen and quickly replaced me as if suggesting that he was done with me. I had no option but to watch and do nothing about it. My heart broke into million tiny pieces of sand. I could not help but think what will be of me, now that am no longer useful to my master.
However, it seemed that Mack would not give up on me. He carried me to his house, placed me on the counter and left me lying there like a dead rat. I felt remorseful and bitter. The next day, his daughter- Carla-, took me. For a second I thought that that was my second chance to redeem myself but I was wrong. Carla barely knew how to write so she would scribble.
Carla, however, got tired of scribbling and mistook me for a snack. She broke my back with her tiny immature teeth. She seemed to enjoy the idea of biting that she never gave up. She kept breaking me piece by piece by piece that I had nothing else left in me and gladly showed me off to her father who later on laughed so loudly and picked me up.
Mr Mack took my remains and threw me like I was nothing to him and complained at how I broke her little girl's flesh.
My life as a pen came to an end.
_U3Creen
#enjoythemomentswilltheylast
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