Question

I have want an essay on An autobiography of a pen.

Answer 1

...Short Autobiography of a Pen....

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I am a Fountain Pen and today I am writing my Autobiography.

I was born at a pen factory a few years ago. My outer body is golden in colour .

I was displayed at a pen shop; so I could watch all the people passing by.

Several people also had a glance to have a look at me.

In the meantime, I was purchased by a famous writer from the market and I am still staying with him.

I am the favorite pen of the writer.

The writer finds pleasure in writing with me.

I am also very glad and proud of it. I do my best to help him finish his task on time.

He uses me to write many poems, stories and essays. There are then taken to the press for printing and they are published in the form of a book.

The writer gets so much money and fame as I help him to write with. His thoughts and ideas are expressed in words and then recorded through me.

This is how I try to spread human knowledge from one generation to another.
I am very fond of my master.

He always take care that my beautiful body do not get scratched.
Thus, Culture and literature of human civilization are so much dependent on us.

We have great power to changer the human mind and heart. It, therefore, very rightly said, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

Answer 2

I am a Parker Pen and here I am writing my autobiography.

I was born in a pen factory and they make luxurious pens. My company was founded by George Safford Parker in the year 1888. I am a fountain pen and I am golden and black in color. I was displayed in a stationary shop and I heard many people talking and passing by. Since I was a little expensive people never picked me up. They always chose the others and I always felt very sad and disappointed as even I wanted to be picked by someone. Time went on and I was still waiting for someone to come and pick me up.

One day a young boy came to buy a pen in this store. He looked at many pens and in the end, he chose me. The little boy chose me and I was a little surprised because he was too young to write with a fountain pen. He looked at me and smiled and I felt happy. I thought great pleasure being in his hands as he looked at me lovingly and his eyes were full of joys. He then asked the store manager to get it wrapped. He got me the gift wrapped in a nice red colored paper and on it he wrote Thank You. I was packed inside and it was all black. I could not see what was happening outside and I was getting anxious.

The little boy was humming something and he reached his home. He gave the box to someone and I could hear a pretty voice. The girl person opened the box and I saw her. She was the mother of that boy. She hugged her son and said thank you. My lady boss was a housewife but before that, she was a writer. She wanted to be a poet but she had her own restrictions. Her son inherited the talent of writing from her and so he thanked her for giving him such genes. Today, my boss is a very big poet and wherever she goes she carries me along. If she had to sign an autograph she signs it with me. I am very precious to her as I was the gift to her from her son. I am very glad that the little boy in that shop picked me up and made me so special in her life. We have the power as we are mightier than the sword. My boss used me to express her feelings to the world and today we both are very happy.