Benjamin Chandler

Sean King

Jay Knowles

Jacob Sherman

English

"Every doggone marker in this box is dry!" Amber cried. "Why are you saving them? Put them in the trash!" Lou closed his eyes & took a breath. "I guess it's time," he said, "We've been together for—what—seventeen years? I can trust you with the secret. But tell no one."

“The thing is, I never throw writing implements away.” He opened a drawer full of empty Bic pens. He opened another full of pencils sharpened down to the eraser ferrules. A jar held 1mm crayon nubs. “I can’t and I won’t!”

“Just throw them away! We all get rid of them at some point!” I tried to reason, but he was having none of it. “I’m a writer! I have a writing impediment that can only be cured with writing implements! Now witness my great fountain pen…” The case was empty. “My pen! Where is it?”

He then found it lying on the floor, split in half. Ink leaked out of the broken pen. “Oh no, my pen, my most prized possession!” A sword rested in my right hand. “’Twas said that words speak louder than actions,” quoth I, “but the sword is mightier than the pen!” “Have at thee!”

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