Five-Hundred Word Challenge 547: A Pen

A pen sits out in the open, ready for the taking, yet no one dares approach it, for whoever movers first will trigger everyone else.

No one dares move as no one wants to deal with the rush toward the pen.

No one looks at each other, but they can feel each other’s presence. They can feel the tension and the desire to get there without having to deal with the actions of anyone else around them.

They can feel the anticipation. They feel as though a moment to push on forward and hopefully catch everyone else off guard, thus getting to the pen with no difficulty, is approaching fast.

Yet, no one moves for no one wants to have to deal with everyone else who is after this item of writing.

No one moves for there will be a fight. No one moves for no one wants anyone else to have the pen. They want it for themselves and the only way – in their minds at least – to ensure that they don’t have to fight over something that seems so minor is to not go for it. One person moving is all that is needed to set everyone off. No one moves. Breathing even seems invisible in a way.

And yet, someone will have to move soon. Someone will need to turn away and walk from the situation. Eventually someone will have to give up, and that is what all the willing participants hope for. They all hope that one person will give up and walk away, so that whilst everyone else is distracted they can go and get the pen.

It is a simple, yet cunning plan. Biding their time will mean that surely, at some point they will get hold of what it is that they want.

And so they all wait. Like stone they wait and bide their time. They wait for the smallest of hints in order to prepare. They do not sweat, for the moment one of them does is the moment that everyone else will make their strike. They continue to wait and refuse to give the smallest of hints. They stay motionless as the minutes slowly trickle away.

No one gives up. No one turns away and gets away from the scene. No one rejects the pen. They all wait and wait. They all refuse to back off.

The pen remains sitting there, motionless and tempting all the same. Little around it changes. It remains distinct from the surface on which it rests. It stands out and changes the surface texture by its own existence.

They keep on waiting. Motionless, still. Very soon the best moment to make their move will reveal itself. Eyes remain locked on the pen. Focus remains strong.

And slowly, the moment to strike is revealed. Someone moves ever-so-slightly. Someone else begins to sweat.

Someone walks along and, seeing the pen and not noticing the people, takes the pen, for they’ll need it to sign documents soon enough.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:59:11

This was pretty fun to write.
It’s a ridiculous situation that has far too much waffling on.
I think I was trying to get the feeling of tension across rather than just in written form.

Let me know if I was successful.

Written at UNSW.

Advertisements

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
This entry was posted in Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.