-Marcus, Santa Cruz
In the midst of writing his story, his pencil snapped. Growing in frustration, this particular storyteller, sharpened the halves and began to write again. However, this action of a breaking pencil redirected his train of thought. Here is the story he wrote (from the pencil’s view):
I feel my wisdom may travel to a receptive writer, one who is in touch with the world. For I was once a majestic thing, towering above the other trees to become a splintered thing, fractured, yet my wisdom remains whole.
This lead — which has replaced my leaves — may not look beautiful to you all, but many can appreciate the works that come from it. And this eraser, this rubber, is an empty void. It has never lived, just like the lead.
But unlike the lead, it does not create. It takes words and reduces them to echoes.