Paper: You don’t look like a writing utensil.
Eraser: I am the opposite than that actually.
Paper: What do you and who are you?
Eraser: I am an eraser. And I erase pencil.
Paper: What! How dare you!
Eraser: Chil chill chill. I only erase the mistakes Pencil makes.
Paper: Good. Good.
Eraser: I help Pencil write or draw stuff.
Paper: Nice!
Eraser: In fact I am helping him right now! (pun unintended)
Paper: Really!
Eraser: Pencil is writing this story.
Paper: Are we fake?
Eraser: No you are.
Paper: How about you?
Eraser: I am giving Pencil suggestions on how to write you.
Paper: But-but…
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Friday, June 21, 2024
Who’s Fault? by KK
Paper: Who are you?
Sharpie: I am a sharpie.
Paper: What’s a sharpie?
Sharpie: Me.
Paper: Ok?
Sharpie: You will see when I write on you.
Paper: Do it. The person is not at home at this time.
Sharpie: Do you understand now?
Paper: I see… You are like a pen but write thicker.
Sharpie: Correct, I also use a different type of ink.
Paper: What’s the smell?
Sharpie: My ink.
Paper: Your ink smells? Like this?
Sharpie: Yes. So?
Paper: Why is it so bad? Pen and Pencil don’t smell at all. The whole colony of ants ran away!
Sharpie: I don’t like the smell either but you will get used to it. And it isn’t even my fault.
Paper: Yes it is.
Sharpie: No it’s not.
Paper: Then who’s fault is it?
Sharpie: It’s the person who made me’s fault.
Paper: Do you not take responsibility of your actions?
Sharpie: I do. You are the one who asked me to do it.
Paper: You could have said no. Or said we should do it outside so the smell doesn’t stay in the house.
Sharpie: You could have said that too.
Paper: How am I supposed to know that your ink smells so much?
Sharpie: Uhhhh… Sorry?
Sharpie: I am a sharpie.
Paper: What’s a sharpie?
Sharpie: Me.
Paper: Ok?
Sharpie: You will see when I write on you.
Paper: Do it. The person is not at home at this time.
Sharpie: Do you understand now?
Paper: I see… You are like a pen but write thicker.
Sharpie: Correct, I also use a different type of ink.
Paper: What’s the smell?
Sharpie: My ink.
Paper: Your ink smells? Like this?
Sharpie: Yes. So?
Paper: Why is it so bad? Pen and Pencil don’t smell at all. The whole colony of ants ran away!
Sharpie: I don’t like the smell either but you will get used to it. And it isn’t even my fault.
Paper: Yes it is.
Sharpie: No it’s not.
Paper: Then who’s fault is it?
Sharpie: It’s the person who made me’s fault.
Paper: Do you not take responsibility of your actions?
Sharpie: I do. You are the one who asked me to do it.
Paper: You could have said no. Or said we should do it outside so the smell doesn’t stay in the house.
Sharpie: You could have said that too.
Paper: How am I supposed to know that your ink smells so much?
Sharpie: Uhhhh… Sorry?
Welcome by KK The CONTINUING SAGA of Paper & Pen!
Paper: Why am I wet and who are you?! You don’t look like Pencil!
Pen: I am a pen and clearly not a pencil.
Paper: Where’s Pencil? And why am I wet?!
Pen: Have you ever been written on by a pen before?
Paper: No. Where’s Pencil?!
Pen: Pens write with a wet water like thing called ink. Pencil is somewhere else.
Paper: Water! Then I will die
Pen: Relax. Ink dries quick.
Paper: Phew…
Paper: Why is pencil somewhere else?
Pen: How am I supposed to know? Me and my friends came from Target yesterday!
Paper: Oh. Welcome to your new home then.
Pen: Thank you?
ONE DAY AGO
Pen: Goodmorning Pen 2,Pen 3,Pen 4,and Pen 5!
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Mornin’ Pen.
Pen: Another day trying to make people buy us.
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Yup.
Pen: Look, a person walking by! Please pick us. Please!
Pen: Nope. Not coming here.
EIGHT HOURS LATER
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Do you think anybody is coming today Pen?
Pen: There is still time before the store closes. Someone hopefully will.
FORTY MINUTES LATER
Pen: Somebody is approaching us!
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen4, and Pen 5: Yes, yes!
Pen: He picked us! Yipee!
Pen: I am a pen and clearly not a pencil.
Paper: Where’s Pencil? And why am I wet?!
Pen: Have you ever been written on by a pen before?
Paper: No. Where’s Pencil?!
Pen: Pens write with a wet water like thing called ink. Pencil is somewhere else.
Paper: Water! Then I will die
Pen: Relax. Ink dries quick.
Paper: Phew…
Paper: Why is pencil somewhere else?
Pen: How am I supposed to know? Me and my friends came from Target yesterday!
Paper: Oh. Welcome to your new home then.
Pen: Thank you?
ONE DAY AGO
Pen: Goodmorning Pen 2,Pen 3,Pen 4,and Pen 5!
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Mornin’ Pen.
Pen: Another day trying to make people buy us.
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Yup.
Pen: Look, a person walking by! Please pick us. Please!
Pen: Nope. Not coming here.
EIGHT HOURS LATER
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen 4, and Pen 5: Do you think anybody is coming today Pen?
Pen: There is still time before the store closes. Someone hopefully will.
FORTY MINUTES LATER
Pen: Somebody is approaching us!
Pen 2, Pen 3, Pen4, and Pen 5: Yes, yes!
Pen: He picked us! Yipee!
Piano and Piano Bench by SM
Piano (in a posh accent): I can’t even believe you sometimes! You’re over here, complaining about being sat on, and I’m the one that’s being repeatedly harassed by that five-year-old kid who just started playing piano! I swear, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was tone deaf…
Piano Bench (grumbling): You still get maintenance every six months. I’m lucky if someone wipes me once a year. I still have that chocolate milk stain on me from three years ago.
Piano (offended): Chocolate milk!? THAT’S YOUR WORST?! SOMEONE LEFT A HAPPY MEAL IN ME!
Piano Bench (quietly): Is it still there?
Piano (loudly): OF COURSE IT IS!
Piano Bench (hissing): Be quiet!
Piano (furious): EXCUSE ME? YOU WERE RANTING ABOUT YOUR SO-CALLED ‘NEGLECT’ FOR FIVE HOURS YESTERDAY! IT’S MY TURN!
A loud A minor chord plays and echoes through the hallway. Piano suddenly notices that a five-year-old boy is staring at him with a lollipop in hand. The boy drops the lollipop, and he starts to cry loudly.
Piano (muttering): Serves him right.
Piano Bench glares pointedly at Piano.
Piano Bench (whispering): Now is not the time for this! You’re going to be burned if he tells!
Piano (smug): So you do care about me.
Piano Bench (surprised): Wha- That’s not the point! What am I without you? A piano bench is basically useless without a piano!
Piano (hushed): I can’t believe it. You finally admitted that I’m important!
Piano Bench (trying to change the subject): The kid’s still here. What are we going to do?
The five-year-old boy has stopped crying, and he picks up the lollipop. He runs out of the room to throw it away. He then comes back after washing and drying his hands, and starts playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on Piano. He then stops playing and leaves.
Piano (surprised): You know, that… was actually better than usual.
Piano Bench (overjoyed): He didn’t draw on me today!
The boy comes back with his parents, and together, they all clean Piano and Piano Bench gently. The boy smiles while his parents take the Happy Meal out of Piano, and after they’re done, they leave the room silently.
Piano (touched): Wow. That was so nice of them.
Piano Bench: I feel fresher than I have in years!
Piano (brightly): Things are definitely starting to look up for us!
Piano Bench (grumbling): You still get maintenance every six months. I’m lucky if someone wipes me once a year. I still have that chocolate milk stain on me from three years ago.
Piano (offended): Chocolate milk!? THAT’S YOUR WORST?! SOMEONE LEFT A HAPPY MEAL IN ME!
Piano Bench (quietly): Is it still there?
Piano (loudly): OF COURSE IT IS!
Piano Bench (hissing): Be quiet!
Piano (furious): EXCUSE ME? YOU WERE RANTING ABOUT YOUR SO-CALLED ‘NEGLECT’ FOR FIVE HOURS YESTERDAY! IT’S MY TURN!
A loud A minor chord plays and echoes through the hallway. Piano suddenly notices that a five-year-old boy is staring at him with a lollipop in hand. The boy drops the lollipop, and he starts to cry loudly.
Piano (muttering): Serves him right.
Piano Bench glares pointedly at Piano.
Piano Bench (whispering): Now is not the time for this! You’re going to be burned if he tells!
Piano (smug): So you do care about me.
Piano Bench (surprised): Wha- That’s not the point! What am I without you? A piano bench is basically useless without a piano!
Piano (hushed): I can’t believe it. You finally admitted that I’m important!
Piano Bench (trying to change the subject): The kid’s still here. What are we going to do?
The five-year-old boy has stopped crying, and he picks up the lollipop. He runs out of the room to throw it away. He then comes back after washing and drying his hands, and starts playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on Piano. He then stops playing and leaves.
Piano (surprised): You know, that… was actually better than usual.
Piano Bench (overjoyed): He didn’t draw on me today!
The boy comes back with his parents, and together, they all clean Piano and Piano Bench gently. The boy smiles while his parents take the Happy Meal out of Piano, and after they’re done, they leave the room silently.
Piano (touched): Wow. That was so nice of them.
Piano Bench: I feel fresher than I have in years!
Piano (brightly): Things are definitely starting to look up for us!
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