The Magic Pen
Mira's forehead wrinkled as she stared at the red velvet book on her lap. She wondered where it came from. The book smelled fresh, and the pages unwritten. There were no traces that indicated she owned it, nor read it at some point. She held it in her hands, flipping it multiple times, puzzled.
The pages were blank except for the letters
L S Y
Astounded, she put the book on a table. Suddenly, the book pages started flipping over the pages by itself. A gush of wind appeared from the middle of the book. It grew bigger and bigger, circling around her in a rapid motion.
Mira tried to reach out her hands clamoring for her dear life. In a blink of an eye, the whirlwind sucked her into the abyss. She was stuck in the middle of a tornado, flying around like laundry in the washing machine. Her feet were up in the air, and her hair flipped down, kicking only did her harm.
In a zap, darkness enclosed her as the book closed and fell on the floor.
Light sprung. Thud! Her back bounced onto soft white sheets. What looked like the pages of a book. The deafening silence made her cringe to the crease in the center of the book. Her heart was pounding like crazy, drowning the eerie stillness. She looked around, shocked at the waves of nausea that hit her on the face. Her knees weakened like an ice cream melting under the heat of the sun. Yet, one this was for sure. She needs to get out!
All of a sudden, the pages flipped by itself until it stopped on a page. "L S Y," it read. She gasped. "This can't be happening," she thought.
On one of the white sheets, words sprung out of thin air. My pen is a wand. It can write a curse or a powerful charm. My pen is a mirror. It can show you a monster or a beautiful figure. My pen is key. It can free you from a trapped door, or it can lock you inside that door until the oxygen runs out, and you can't breathe. My pen is a weapon. -- Christian Ek
The words popped out as if they were shouting at her. She stared at it. Her mind is racing a mile per minute. Right then, a pen emerged from thin air. Eureka!
She wrote, "I wish to go back to my old life." Like magic, the words she has written vanished into thin air. She waited, …waited…and waited. But nothing happened.
Mira shivered. A door opened then came to a big thud as if something fell. She sat there listening. She heard gasps between sobs. "Is there someone else here?"
Light burst out, blinding her sight. Then, a girl with long black hair emerged. Mira gawked as she recognized the girl in front of her, her archenemy, Sun Yee Lim, aka. Sunny. Both of them froze, their eyes met, or did they?
Mira felt a massive splash of water drop next to her. She looked up. The girl's almond eyes are brimming with tears. It was Sunny's teardrop. She was scribbling something on the blank pages.
"I hate everyone! This is unfair. I tried to study and organize everything in that book. But that witch Mira tore it to pieces. Now, I failed my test. My parents will not be happy. I won't be able to go to Taiwan. I wanna go back home. I don't have anyone here. I'd rather die."
Right then, Sunny closed the book oblivious to the fact that someone else read what she wrote. And unlike Mira's, Sunny's words stayed. Her mind was shooting myriads of question.
Mira stared at the pencil, curious at what it can do. She stood up and tried to use the eraser at the top of the pen. As expected, it erased what Sunny has written, sending excruciating pain all over her body. She hesitated then wrote,
Sunny started to violently choke as if something was stuck in her throat. She was gawking, squirming, and flapping her hands in the air.
Flabbergasted, Mira erased what she wrote. The choking stopped. Her chest swelled, and thousands of jolts flowed through her veins.
"Was that too harsh for her?" Mira asked and picked up her pen. She tried to rewrite what Sunny has written. As Mira wrote word afterword, she felt the utmost peace and lightness. She erased and rewrite several times. Then,
she wrote her last sentence only to realize that half of her body was gone. She wiped what she wrote, and everything came back. Mira sat there, dumbfounded.
Whichever choice she makes, it's either she will be in pain or erased for eternity. Yet one thing is for sure, her words could create a lasting impact on someone else's life.