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[sid] => 102577
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Magic Pen.
[time] => 2005-08-03 13:16:08
[hometext] => Enjoy and please some critiscism.
[bodytext] => I used to write poems about love and friendships and about many more topics. The pen I was using at the time was an ordinary biro it was the only pen I possessed, with it I wrote over a thousand poems. Then the ink ran dry and I had to get myself a new pen. This time I bought myself a rather expensive biro with a refill packet attached to it. With this pen I started off writing poems for children. The poems were well liked and I placed them on the Internet for many children to read. Now my pen has taken on a life of its own it writes Fairy tales one after another. I have always believed in Fairies from a small child living in an Orphanage. I was an unhappy child and fled into my own world of imagination. My imaginary world was filled with good people among them were the Fairies, The Pixies, The Elves and a lot more. One day I read a story of a Leprechaun whom I took straight into my world of make believe. My Fairy Tales come from my pen I sit in my armchair with a note pad in my hand and the pen in the other I do not have to think; just push the pen over the paper. It is as if a Fairy from my childhood guides my pen. Today this story came on to my notepad I have called it the Magic Pen. I was walking in the evening across the Dartford Heath and saw a small bunch of Fairies they were singing and dancing along the ground then in the air it was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Soft music was playing and then in the background I saw the musicians they were all dressed in green with large silver buttons on their jackets. This orchestra was made up of two-dozen Gnomes with a Leprechaun doing the conducting. An owl sitting in one of the trees nearby called out too-whit too-who as if in protest at the softly playing music. I took my pen from my pocket and started to write in my notebook at this wonderful scene that I was privileged to see. As luck would have it my pen ran out of ink and I could not write any more. One of the Fairies had seen me and being curious she had flown over to get a better view. On seeing that my pen had no more ink in it she took her Magic Wand and waved it at my pen. My pen glowed golden and then much to my great delight it started off writing all on its own just as it is doing this very minute. It wrote about the dancing and all about the little people that I was seeing dancing and singing to the music of a group of Gnomes who looked very ugly in their faces but the music they made was really out of this world. Later there was a pause to the music and Gnomes the fairies and the Leprechaun came over to where I was sitting and offered me some of their Fairy cakes and elderberry wine. While we were all eating or drinking my pen was scribbling away over the notepad and I remember thinking to myself I hope I can read what it has written. It writes much faster than I could ever write. The Fairy that had made my pen Magic smiled at me and said, “Do not worry you will be able to read every word that the pen writes.” “We have chosen you to be our spokesman to the world of humans we have been watching you for months now and what is more we know that you can see us.” “People that do not believe in Fairies cannot see us.” I drank some more of the elderberry wine and must admit that I was now in a state that I did not wonder any more about the Fairies they had all come back to me from my childhood days. They were all there all of my old friends, they danced until the sun rose and I went back home. At home I made myself some strong black coffee and then looked at my notepad. The pad was full of writing not my old scribble but all was written in copperplate handwriting. I had no trouble typing it in to my computer. When I was finished writing my story I went to my bed and the little folk were all there again in my dreams as they were when I was young in the Orphanage. After all these years they have come to keep me company and I am now well over seventy-five. I look after my pen not as if it were made of solid gold. A pen that writes what I see is too good to be true and I thank the young Fairy for waving her Magic wand and giving me a Magic Pen. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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