The Temple of the Pen
A Mighty Writers story
by Khari Evans
Will looked at the map.
Hopeden City was 23 miles away, but there was a storm coming and Will did not want to get in its way. On the news they were calling it the storm of storms with 125 mph winds. It didn’t sound nice.
A heavy fog came down. A big building suddenly appeared. Will looked inside. The building was empty except for a golden pen on an altar. It filled the room with a golden light.
Will touched the pen and a voice said, “I am the Pen of Light and this is the Temple of the Pen. You are the chosen one. Take this pen and no one can stop you, for you are The Writer.”
Will woke up back in Hopeden. It was just a dream.
But then why was the golden pen on the table?
Will got out of bed thinking this was some sick joke played by one of his friends.
“Where are you?” Will asked, looking to see where someone could have hidden. But his small room consisted of little more than a bed, a table on which the pen rested, and a 16-inch TV.
“It’s only in my mind,” Will said to himself.
He closed his eyes then opened them again, but the pen still lay on the table. Will got a piece of paper, picked up the pen, and wrote “c-a-t.”
The paper glowed like a neon light and caught fire, then a small ball of fur began purring at his feet.
