RemembeRED: Personification

I am a pen.

I bleed for my owner; red all over the page. She can only write with me.

I am special.

Her warm fingertips curl around me, taking away any doubts I may have had about her using another pen. Impossible!

She taps me against the blank paper; I can see her green eyes ripe with ideas. Ideas she will write with my ink.

At once she starts writing, her thoughts mixing with my blood red ink. I hemorrhage on the page, every word draining me.

Suddenly, a realization fills my chamber. I know that eventually, I will end up in the trash with my dead brothers and sisters.

I wasn't aware of how much ink I had left in me – I was too distracted by my selfishness. I took a moment to gauge my levels. I was too low! I felt a scream building in my plastic shell. My tip skipped across the page, ink catching in my throat but not escaping. I faded into a dull pink on the page.

“Well, this one's dead.”

Darkness spread through me; I knew it was the end.

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This was a practice in personification from Write on Edge

We had to write a story in 400 words or less from the point of view of an inanimate object.

Mine is a bit short, but I think I get my point across.  Hope you like it, and go check out the other posts at Write on Edge!!

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