Each day is different as I dance across the page, leaving a trail of stories behind me. Mastering each of the twenty-six bends and curves, I am manipulated to produce. My power is infinite, I tell the tales of the good, bad, joy, pain, heartbreaks and triumphs. In the right hands I am able to create a masterpiece; but in the wrong hands I am capable of raising an army. I am a weapon which is so simple yet so effective. My forms can differ, however fulfil the same purpose. I'm the Ink Warrior, I am a pen.
by © Becky Brennan (13)
Sacred Heart RC School, North Yorkshire
Competition - Mini Monologues
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