My Run Out Pen
My Run out Pen (short story) I miss you my run out pen a lot. I fondly recall the moment you came to. You were full of life and enthusiasm to run throughout the blank pages of my lovely diary. You remember how excited you had made me the first time I held you tightly in my hand and kissed you? You had wagged your bottom as if you were a puppy wagging its tail at the arrival of its master. What a fun we had, you and me! You had hasted to be attached to my body as though you were my appendage; however, the cruel act of emptying you from within began with my writing about you. ....