Challenge
A Pencil's Life
Write a story from a pencil's perspective. Any format
@MRP, please repost your story.
The Life of a Pencil
I exist solely to serve,
Used as a mere tool
For another's pleasure
Humans grip me,
Holding my short life in their hands
They make their thoughts known,
Striking my lead against the paper,
Repeatedly, without end
When my lead has run dull,
Too light for their letters to shine,
I'm forced into the sharpener,
My life whittled away in golden slivers
And when I'm struggling to survive,
Just inches left to writhe,
They toss me aside,
Like a common piece of garbage
Repeatedly, without end,
This is the fate we suffer,
Destined to be a tool
For a human's use
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