Question

An autobiography of a pen in 1000 words

Answer 1

I stood in the darkest corner of his  room, alone, with no one to talk to or even write to. And there he was with his new friend, unaware of my dejected feelings and hopeless state. But I have never imagined life like it.I was a pen, blue and shiny but had always written in natural black. I was the gift from his dad on his fourteenth birthday. He used to be fond of me and used to take me everywhere, through people, places and events . I had travelled so much, through pages and pages of the feelings that lay inside his, through his writing. He used to call me his “Lucky Pen”.But one day, I remember his writing  ,writing harsh on the roughest paper I had experienced. He was crying and I could feel his tears on me. It was sad to know that He had lost his dad because I knew she loved him the most. But then, the most horrible thing happened when He accidentally put me down and dented my nib. That hurt! “Oh No!” he wept and cried even more. I wanted to console his, write “I’m OK! Really!” on the sheet of paper he had in front of his. But Alas I couldn’t because even though they call us mightier than the sword, neither can we stand on our own nor can we express what we feel. We can articulate what our owners feel or what they want but not about our own selves. So that was the last of his I had known! 

Answer 2

Autobiography for pain 1000 word