Story [Issue 78] Pencils

[Vikingsrallentando 3,058]

 

 

 

 

Pencils

 

 

 

 

“She’s asleep!”

 

“Yay!”

 

“At last!”

 

The shrill voices of pencils scattered throughout the room shouted joyfully in a frequency only they could hear. A dozen pencils assembled in the middle of the room, bouncing with excitement.

 

“Ouff to ze meesing place!” called a bright yellow mechanical pencil from some foreign country.

“Yes, yes!” eleven other voices cried.

 

“No!” said an old red pencil that was faded and worn. All the other pencils turned to him. “Have you not heard? Our meeting place,” he said slowly, “was discovered.”

 

Twelve pencils gasped.

 

“Yes. The human has moved the couch!”

 

More gasps. “Were—were—?” asked a blue pencil fearfully.

 

“Yes,” said the red pencil gravely. “All 388 pencils hiding there were discovered.”

 

Most of the pencils burst into tears, except for one orange-colored pencil with an incredibly pink eraser. “I’m confused,” he said blankly.

 

Red sighed deeply, though in truth he loved storytelling. “Listen, my young one, and be enlightened.”

 

It was agreed, long ago,

By the Founding Pencil Fathers of old,

That, as far as I myself know,

We, whether hot or cold;

We, whether we had fear or joy,

Whether we were green, or blue,

Would gather together, girl and boy,

And hide from the human, too.

Why should we do this, this sorrowful task,

Which would bring chagrin to the human race?

We should do it, because as discussed in the past,

It brought many smiles to the pencils’ face.

So, whenever new pencils were stolen or bought

(As is the case with most of you here)

Some pencils would go, as we ought,

And gather all the pencils near.

We would hide under the couch, yes,

With all the new pencils, we would.

‘Twas like a secret code, I guess,

That spread to all pencils, as it should.

Most pencils, even those who are new to the house,

They know very well the secret code.

So, they know to—”

 

Rangey, the orange pencil, interrupted Red, though he wasn’t half finished. “!!!!!!!!!!!!” he said, making a noise which sounded like a dozen exclamation points.

 

 

"Excuse me?" said Red, greatly offended.

 

“Just tell me what it is,” Rangey whined. “I can’t understand you.”

 

Red snorted indignantly, but did as Rangey commanded.

 

“While the humans were asleep, we roamed the house, recruiting new pencils. When the humans woke up, we hid again under the couch. No one ever looked there. But apparently, today, someone did, and almost 400 good pencils were lost. Nowhere is safe if they have started looking in the most unlikely crooks and nannies.”

 

The other pencils nodded solemnly.

 

“Whatever shall we do?” asked someone.

 

“We,” replied Red, “shall eva—”

YEESH

I have no clue where these dreams come from. Have you ever dreamed a weird dream, and then woken up and had no clue why you dreamed it?

 

So have I, many times. All the other dreams I’ve had in my life were pretty much completely random, like meeting Mike Pence in the dentist office, or catching black snakes with my cousin and putting them in a burlap bag, or moving to France.

 

Then why did I write this down?

 

When I woke up this morning, all my pencils were gone.

 

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@PeregrinTook

 

 

[Hex 11,520]

Loved it! It was both nicely written and hilarious, especially the ending. Well done! =)

[thethiefofvictory 339]

Wow. Good job! The ending was pretty hilarious. You can write well, you should try your hand at AWS!

[PeregrinTook 25]

Thanks :)

[Magenta 5,165]

At first I was like "Wow I didn't know vik was so good!"

 

And then I saw the son of a took signing off in a discreet corner of the page. Bravo.

[PeregrinTook 25]

Haha thanks so much! :D