“It's quite simple. I just don't feel right without a pen in my hand denting a hole through my notepad.”
“If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams. ~Terri Guillemets”
“I jotted the name down mentally on that tattered notepad I call a memory. The pen skipped.”
“I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so its right over my heart. "Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?""Yes.""Feel how steady it is?""It's fast.”
“I don't want to die without any scars, I don't want to continue my life without feeling everything that I was given, even if the scars are left on my heart. I just don't want to die without scars”
“I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.”