Posted

Nov 30th 2009

Mood

Carefree

Music

DragonForce

"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" cried the scared tablet pen as he was lifted from the table. "I can't do it! Its so wrong! Nooo" His voice was cut off as a giant thumb pressed itself over his mouth. The cries were there, yet muffled as the tears fell onto the tablet herself. She lay there, on a giants lap, her eyes closed in submission as the pen scraped over her face. Only the scars remained of her life, she had nothing more to lose, yet nothing to gain. So there she lay, cold and unmoving, heartless to the pitiful sounds of the pen as his head was pressed agaisnt her body.




*CLANG BASH BOOOM*
Are the sounds you hear as you watch the ledgendary battle of the pencil and paper. A young girl stands beside the pencil, her hands posed, ready to draw as the paper lifts is sheild and shouts "I have children! A wife too! I love her and you want to kill me?!" The paper's eyes are red from shouting and crying, to save its life. But the attackers are deaf to the anguished cries and advance. The girl grabs the pencil with her hands and begins to savagely mark the paper, thus rendering it dead.




A young scanner girl sits in a dark basement, tied to the wall and often starved. She sat there for a long time, thought almost to be dead until a light flicked on and footsteps grew louder. Thud, thud, thud. They sounded like bells tolling for the deceased, the scanners heart began to flutter but she was to weak to move. Her torso was forced open and a peice of dead paper was placed inside, she was forced to make three more dead papers, with the same bleeding wounds until she thought she was going to die. "See you tomorrow you peice of crap" Said the girl as she left the scanner to cry once more in the dark.



"Goodnight my darling" said the SM pen to his wife, B as they curled up in their neat little protective case home. Their two kids MD and LG also closed their eyes to sleep, blessed knowing they were born into love, money and always got the safest spot to lay for bed out of all the other utensils. While across the room in a can where well over fifty paint brushes and tools that were jammed into a drawer and cold, starving and between all of them didnt have two pennies to rub together. They knew the pens were blessed and wished everynight they were one of them.



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O-O god my art tools are depressing!

I sound so evil.......wow