The Pen is Mightier by J. A. Cipriano

Author:J. A. Cipriano [Cipriano, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2017-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

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As I pulled up to my apartment, I felt a bit stupid because anyone looking for me probably knew where I lived. That said, I wasn’t quite ready to abandon my home just yet. Sure, it was a shithole, but it was my shithole. Besides, the words were still on the pad. I had time to craft a new identity.

Like usual, there was no parking in front of my building. Part of me thought about using the pen to make myself a space, but since it’d stopped raining, I decided against it. The walk and fresh air would do me good, would let me think.

I drove through the streets until I found a spot about a block away. I parked the truck, and even though I’d just checked, I took a quick glance at my pad to make sure whoever was watching me still thought I’d lost the pen. When the words were still there, I exhaled slowly. Good, I had time to figure things out.

Getting out of the truck, I inhaled a breath that smelled like trees and rain. Normally, I didn’t much like the rain, but I’d grown used to the smell. It was strangely calming, and as I looked up at the night sky, I saw the moon just starting to peek through the clouds.

The day had gone by so fast, and at the same time, I’d done so much. Yawning, I made my way down the street, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket for warmth. It really wasn’t that cold or anything, but I also wanted to hold onto my pen. Part of me wasn’t sure why since I’d need to write stuff to make myself more formidable, but at the same time, touching it made me feel confident.

As my sneakers splashed through the muddy puddles of water collecting on the sidewalk, I had half a mind to make myself dry again. Only as I had the thought, I felt a bit silly. I’d be in my apartment in a few minutes, and I could just take my shoes off and hop in a hot shower. Lord knows I needed one after my last day or so.

I couldn’t quite smell myself or anything, but I knew I had to be ripe. I smiled. I could make myself clean with a few simple words.

“Jesus,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “If this keeps up, I’ll just be Jabba the Hutt sitting on a giant throne, using the pen to fulfill my whims.” It was weird because as revolting as the idea of being that giant space slug was, the rest of it was strangely appealing. I could have minions, an empire, people who could protect me from a plucky Luke Skywalker.

That thought still in my brain, I turned the corner and headed toward the outside stairs that led up to my floor. My foot had barely touched the first step when I heard a car door slam only a few meters away followed by the sound of someone coming toward me.

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