“Please no” the pencil murmurs as the sharpener rapidly approaches. “I’m small as it is…”
A nearby pencil case cackles cruelly at the pencil as it’s cries fall on deaf ears.
Oh how he wished to be a sharpie… those guys were so cool, with their ever lasting ink. His work could be brushed away with a simple rubber.
“it’s what’s inside that counts” His mother had always said, completely unaware of the irony. His grandfather had been Shakespeare’s pencil. He was just downright average. He just didn’t have the creativity of the rest of his family.
The sharpener slowly and cruelly shaved away another chunk of wood reducing his length ever more.
Forever under appreciated…
Poor Noris…
Very clever! Loved it.
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best one yet
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This is absolutely wonderful! Very creative and funny. I really liked the part about one of his relations being Shakespeare’s pen. This was such a good short read.
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Reblogged this on loveorhate118 and commented:
I will never use a pencil the same way again ! Mechanical pencils here I come !
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I always love it when someone sees the extraordinary in the ordinary – especially when it gives life to the inanimate!
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Thank you. I love making stories about nothing! it makes life more interesting. 🙂
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I think I could have hired Noris as my Ghostwriter if it were not for my keyboard.
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Thanks Art, Tubularsock got the point!
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Reblogged this on JT 420 Cannaisseur and commented:
i really like this one gave me a view into something i never thought about
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Haha I love your style ! Anthropomorphism with a twist 😀 will deffo be following these
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