Holding a pen is holding a weapon.
I
can slash through sentences without mercy. I can silence whole paragraphs in
seconds. I can defeat an army of punctuation marks with a swift movement of my
hand, forces of commas and periods and question marks transforming into
exclamation points before they’re obliterated, flattened into inky scribbles on
a white page.
I
can chew on verbs and devour my nouns. I can squash a period until it’s a comma
and I can stretch a colon into an exclamation point. I can mold question marks
into apostrophes.
A
pen is a hand.
It
can strangle a paragraph until it’s choking up sentences. It can rip letters
from a word and then throw them across a page. It can tear two quotation marks
apart and flip one into a comma and convert the other into an apostrophe.
I
can build a home for thousands of verbs and can set free a million adjectives.
It can release hundreds of adverbs into the wild and it can pull them back when
it needs just the right word. It can make a kingdom of similes and a country of
metaphors. It can record the course of history and it can write and rewrite the
future. It can free a million thoughts and catch a hundred possibilities.
Holding
a pen is holding the world in your fingertips.
Author's Note: "The pen is mightier than the sword." William Shakespeare. This is my favorite prose-y type thing I've written. (7.1.13)
~N
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