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Death of the Non-Living

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ministreetmaster

Published: Aug 24, 2010

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I am all plastic and ink. Today will be my last use. Yes, my last. My very last. Sadness is taking over me. Being all dried up-- no ink, nothing left-- I guess it's only natural.

I was told and repeated that this day would come. I saw all the others end up the same way. I knew... I have no excuse. I had my time and now it's over. I should consider myself lucky, not everyone gets out of the shop, some don't even make it in the factory. I just didn't, couldn't, imagine or even believe it being so soon.

Maybe there's something after the garbage can, after the plastic bag, after the garbage truck. Maybe it's not like everyone says it is. Maybe there is no burning, no slashing, no never-ending dump. Maybe the garbage truck leads to a world of paper, of joy, of pens, just like me. Maybe there's an afterlife!

Or maybe it's true. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I am doomed. Maybe I lead to my own destruction.

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Yes my friends, this is what you think it is. This is my first contest entry!!!!This is my short story for the 'Death of an Inanimate Object' in

My dad told me that this doesn't have enough of a punch, and that I should continue the story until the pen actually dies. What do you think?

I hope you like it

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DemonGhoul

Sep 23, 2010

I just love it when people give inanimate objects or animals emotions/feelings etc. Makes you wonder if they really are just things with no living being or not.............
Awesome job anyway

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