Blue Fountain Pen

Sacrificing her blue blood my pen imprinted my thoughts in a manner so perfect and smooth the handiwork produced enchantment whenever anyone saw it. Though she was destined to die I still remember her. She was in the small pocket of my blazer at all times and whenever I wrote with her it looked like all the universe had stopped and I was on the verge of a breakthrough. Now that I am living in the riches I have amassed through the hundreds of acclaimed writings I wrote with my pen, her thought never vanishes. I feel like I will never be able to write again.

I wrote this in school. Its small because the limit was seven sentences. The writing is according to the requirement of the question.

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Waqas Ali Abbasi

I am a university freshman who loves all things tech and cheeko milkshake.

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