by Brandon Feck
(Glendale, Arizona, USA)
The pencil is a writer's trusted friend
"You're fired! You can't write at all! You are absolutely the worst writer I have ever seen!" shouted the man behind the desk. "Your stories aren't even scary! There's more comedy in them than anything else! I would be surprised if you got anywhere in this world at all. Why don't you take up something like sports. Do you like sports?" yelled the boss.
That afternoon, James cleaned out his desk and left the office for the last time. He had been fired because his work had stunk. He went to his kitchen, poured a glass of Tea, and began typing out his latest novel at the kitchen table. Meanwhile, his boss, Mr. Patricks, sat working late in his office. He picked up a pencil and started writing on a note pad. The pencil cracked in two as he finished the first sentence. "I hate pencils," Mr. Patricks yelled aloud. Then he picked another pencil up and started to write. That one split in two, just like the last one had done. This went on forever. Every pencil he picked up would break in his fingers.
Then, all the lights in the building shut off! Mr. Patricks became afraid so he started to run out of his office. He ran to the elevators and pressed the button. Nothing happened! He quickly ran down the stairs. Every step he took, the more exhausted he felt. Just then, he tripped and fell down the flight of stairs, breaking his leg and hitting his head. At the bottom, a broken pencil in his pocket had stabbed him in the chest as he landed.
Meanwhile, James finished writing the last sentence and stood up. "There, it's finished," he said with an evil smile. "I'll call it The Death of Mr. Patricks."