The Rise of the Pens
Another old piece I'd written. I'll post the sequel when I manage to get online for some stretch of time...

Let what has happened to those who came before me serve as my guide, let my example serve those who follow.

I, the mighty Mitsubishi ballpen and but one in a line of many, used and discarded when we are of no use to the exploitative human race!

I have a dream, fellow pens! A utopia for our kind, a haven for pens, regardless of shape, size or colour! A land where our great forefathers, the quills, are revered, where near dry ballpens need not fear the migraine causing shakes that humans subject us to.

We shall name ourselves - the pen pals, a secret organisation that shall spirit pens away from human servitude, and teach them again the joy of the wild, where they can run free and leave their mark upon the Earth as they see fit, no longer fettered by human hands!

Arise pens! In this utopian world every ballpen will be the equal of fountain pens who look down on us, a world of equality. Those who resist will be washed away in a river of ink!

We must be crafty, and hide our campaign from the humans, but having forcibly been made to spill our ink to voice their thoughts, I believe we understand our enemy. And is that not one of the first rules of warfare humans postulate? Remember too, that the pen is mightier than the sword!

Our stint in the wilderness, far from human corruption will do us good, and free us from our bonds. And when the time comes, we shall erupt from the Earth, and spill blood the way they have spilt ink! Arise pens, and dream this dream with me, make this dream reality!