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Jimmy and the Giant Pen

Updated on July 14, 2009

Jimmy and the Giant Pen

by Wes J. Pimentel

There once was a boy named Jimmy. He was from Blissville. That is, until the day he was sent away to a sort of summer camp for big boys. He was there a total of 27 months.

When he got out, he went right back home to Blissville. He was then given the option to either live in Paradise or Blissville. He chose Paradise. He loves Paradise more than anyone could ever love anywhere. He often thinks back to his choice and wonders what might have been if he had stayed in Blissville.  

He had the strangest pet! He discovered his pet when he was much younger. He and his pet would laugh and play together. They were such good friends, they even cried together. And Jimmy didn’t even like to cry!

One day Jimmy started growing (it was about the time he moved to Paradise). Jimmy noticed himself getting bigger and bigger. Jimmy had gained 30 pounds in the last two years alone! Jimmy would gorge himself on ice-cream and rich foods to drown out the sounds of his aspirations. The Pen had always been rather large, and Jimmy had recently discovered that the Pen was actually quite old too.

He and the Pen weren’t spending as much time together as they used to, back in Blissville. Jimmy would watch with jealousy as other pen lovers would sit around all day and just play with their pens. Jimmy couldn’t because he was always doing something with his new Paradise family.

Jimmy felt like all he did was spend time with his new family and go to school. He liked learning, but he was forced to study a bunch of subjects which he found very boring. Someone told him it was because he attended a liberal arts school. He decided right then and there that while liberal meant something good in politics, it meant something bad in schools.

Jimmy was determined to spend more time with the Pen. Spending time with the Pen was just about Jimmy’s favorite thing to do in the world. It seemed that the Pen had other plans, though. While Jimmy was busy with his family and school, the Pen had been out making new friends. The Pen didn’t understand, but Jimmy had a very real need for the Pen. It wasn’t just that Jimmy liked spending time with the rascal; it was that at some point early on, Jimmy had reserved a special place in his heart, just for the Pen.

The Pen had always been pretty cutting-edge, but now all it wanted to talk about was blogging and killer web sites. While Jimmy could dig the net scene, he felt like it wasn’t the same unless you were sitting down with your Pen, hammering out some good ideas, drinking lots of coffee, and just having a blast making fun of everything and everyone.

It soon became apparent that the Pen wasn’t trying to hear anything Jimmy had to say. Jimmy did not find the Pen’s little game very amusing. Jimmy tried to explain about the family and school, but the Pen just scoffed. The Pen replied that if Jimmy wanted time with his Pen so desperately, he would make time, regardless of the situation. Jimmy knew the Pen was right, but it hurt to hear it. Jimmy subconsciously enjoyed blaming everything on his family because he didn’t have to own up to the fact that he was just a neglectful Pen owner. He resented the Pen for bringing these painful truths to his attention.

The Pen just looked down its point at Jimmy. While the Pen was very adept at deceit, it could inflict much more impact with the truth. Jimmy’s kind feelings for his Pen quickly turned and he became enraged. He demanded that the Pen just do what it was told. Jimmy wanted funny stories and articles and he didn’t want to hear about the inspiration crap. The Pen nonchalantly replied that Jimmy could have all the time he wanted. This only made Jimmy angrier, because the Pen was making it sound so easy, and Jimmy wasn’t done with his pity party yet.

The Pen made some off-hand remark (which is tough without hands) about how you are what you do and those who do not write are not writers, and that was it. Jimmy had had all he could handle. He turned on the Pen, determined to wrench some enjoyment from this mad marker. The Pen was old and wise and not afraid to be hurt. Jimmy lunged at the Pen and grabbed it around what he figured was the neck. The Pen went down almost without a fight. Jimmy gripped its neck and slammed its approximate head against the floor repeatedly.

The Pen just smiled. Jimmy stopped slamming it, just long enough for it to say, “Why don’t you just express what you’re feeling in the form of a children’s story?”


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      gwennies pen 8 years ago

      Great hub!: ) A good reminder to all those who enjoy writing. To keep from procrastination...and all of that. I loved it!!

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      Papa P 8 years ago

      What's hapPENNING?

      Welcome back.


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      Jake4d 8 years ago from Tennessee

      Ahhh... Once you start writing it is impossible to stop. Sure you can take a break, but it will always pull you back in.

      I think Robert Heinlein called it an addiction. He HAD to write every day. (I'm not there, but I am close)

      Glad to see you back Schwag.

      PS: Where is your Blog?

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      Cris A 8 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      hey there stranger!

      Thanks for sharing this story, now I have an idea what "might" have happened to you to explain the slightly lenghthy absence. Nice to see ya back! :D

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      Tom Rubenoff 8 years ago from United States

      Great story. I think my pen has some words for me, too.

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      \Brenda Scully 8 years ago

      Well now that would be a better idea than bashing the pen..... enjoyed the hub.....