Hey! Here is a second short fiction piece I thought I would share! This started out as an idea I had when I was a little girl. I put it in pencil in a notebook that I carried around with me everywhere until I spilled butter all over it and it was ruined. It started out as letters from each of the different, creative names I came up with and evolved into more of a plot. Even as a young child (8 or 9) I made it where the mechanical pencils thought they were better than the wooden ones (showing how observant kids are of the messed up shit in the world). I hope you enjoy it! This is Part 2. You can find Part 1 here.
Life of a Pencil: Part 2
Ellie stepped up, and looked straight into the camera. “I am a spokespencil of the PAPA, or the Pencil Abuse Prevention Association. The cases we are hearing from are all over the USA, and are all equally disturbing. Some cases of abuse are as follows: chewing, sharpening excessively, breaking in half, throwing across the room, bouncing on the eraser, and excessive pressure when writing. Please be aware that that is what you are doing, humans, and please do something to stop this madness of abuse.
“And now I would like to introduce a spokespencil of the other organization, the PNPA, or the Pencil Neglect Prevention Association; Mr. Ricardo Ricci!”
A stout looking pencil with a well groomed point and a worn HB2 sign on his front shuffled up to the stand.
“Welcome. I want to tell you a few situations of pencil neglect, neglect that happens on a daily basis. One room this often happens at home is in the bedroom. You never clean your room and so you leave your pencils on the floor for up to months, or years. The poor things want to be used, don’t you see! Then there is the old, ‘lost in pencil bag or book bag’ when you use a different pencil every day! That is neglect! Thank you, and please be aware of what you are doing.”
The president came back up to the stand, and the audience responded with applause. He walked up with a dignified stride, and said, “Finally for this day we have a final tape of what pencils lives should look like, with two pencils and their dreams. Roll tape!”
The board was once again moved in front of the camera and the projector was turned on. The screen flickered and the sound was turned on.
“Hello, my name Paige Point, and I am supposed to tell you what my dreams are of the perfect life of a pencil. Well, there would be no pencil abuse or neglect, no rivalries between the mechanical and the wooden, and there would be high class sharpeners, ones that wouldn’t do a crappy job and make us have to be sharpened again, and finally I would want there to be a unity between humans and their pencils!”
The tape cut, and the audience applauded. Suddenly a light was turned on and all of the pencils scrambled for cover. They were all under the desk, hiding when a high-heeled giant stepped in front of the camera, and all of the pencils hushed. Then, the giant sighed, and walked out, turning off the lights.
“And, now to continue our program the rest of the tape. Sorry for the interruption.” The president apologized.
The room rolled the tape again and a small pencil came on.
“My name is Maddie Metal. My perfect pencil world would be where people respected pencils, as if we were their friends. So, I guess we wouldn’t have to hide that we can talk, or think, or write on our own, but we would be able to say ‘Hi! How are you doing?’ to them, like we had known each other forever. They don’t know that we can read, and that we read everything they write, and that we know them like that, or that we can understand their words. We would have long talks every night; we could be their friends. I just wish that was the way it is, not that we have to hide like we do now, but we would have fun with each other. We would do everything together. That would be the ideal pencil world.”
The audience clapped and cheered and whooped. That was the perfect end of the meeting, and everyone knew it.
Gary walked back up to the stand and said, “She said it. Thank you for watching.”
The camera was shut off, and the next week, the show aired.