One Shot- Pencils and Erasers

Pencils and Erasers

He was her pencil, while she was his eraser. Like an eraser, who had no identity of his own, no use when alone, she was turning into his shadow. She followed him around everywhere, they were not inseparable, and rather, she worshipped the ground he walked on. She wasn't proud of herself for though she didn't like being independent.

But he, he completely enjoyed it and tried to take as much advantage as he could. He'd deliberately mess up things, and then his faithful eraser would come and erase it- clean up the mess, take care of the situation her dear pencil had put her in. She fumed, she tried to throw tantrums, but in the end, she cleaned up after him. While all he did was laugh and tell her that she was adorable and what would he without her?

At times, she failed. In those times, as a pencil would scribble on an eraser, he marked her; abused her, but she, being as faithful as ever, still erased his mistakes, without ever leaving a mark. The marks he left on her had no impact when she erased his mistakes. She was his eraser and it was her duty. And so, the pencil kept making mistakes. Sometimes, they were small, and sometimes they were big. As she rubbed on and on, her patience and her love decreased, just like the size of the metaphorical eraser that she considered herself to be. She became angrier and angrier, the eraser decreasing in size much faster now.

One day, the pencil spoiled it. She erased someone else's deeds as well and his friend, the fellow pencil made a hole in her conscience.

And the eraser was not of use anymore.

He threw her away. After all, when an eraser becomes too small and starts slipping out of your fingers, when it turns rebellious, you start losing patience and you throw it away.

And so, the eraser was thrown away, the hole in her heart, never mended.

                                                                                             

I was and I am quite proud of this concept. It was meant to be something else and it would have resulted in the tragic demise of this OS had my dear Katniss not helped me out by writing out the one paragraph which helped me give the story direction. Also, credits to her for editing. Thank you Mugsy. 🤗

Love,
Ananya

Edited by ARandKJFan - 9 years ago

Edited by Flame.Of.Rose - 9 years ago

I don't know why I'm using this ID here. I just am.

RESS Edited by anomaly. - 9 years ago

M proud of you for this :*
The concept was of course superb <3
Pencil and eraser I loved loved loved the way you portrayed it
It was wow
Pencil doing mistakes eraser erasing it as it's erasers duty
She wasn't not happy but she was being faithful
And he kept laughing doing mistakes and just said she was adorable
The last part was amazing
He threw her away she was of no use now
What a concept 👏 👏
M so proud of my Beti :*
Keep bringing more <3

I really...Really don't know where to start from. The first thing that came to my mind when I finished reading was..Really!? She is JUST fourteen years old? God I feel so Little in front of this GENIUS! (Hey, I'm totally serious here.) This is Beyond Words. Beyond Imaginations. Every line, every word is like...Piercing their way RIGHT into your heart. I mean...Wow. (I hate how you've limited my word usage here, I have to HUNT for words to pen down a comment.)Edited by ..Maitree.. - 9 years ago

Superb OS bhanji...
U potrayed beautiful emotions...
The pencil wuld always do mistake n no matter wht the eraser wuld erase it...
But once the eraser becomes smaller the pencil threw it away...
Amazing...
Loved it!!:)

-Tehmi Maasi!!;)

Originally posted by: Flame.Of.Rose

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Can I just say how much proud I am right now? I'm so glad you aree :') You know just saying in short that this is beautiful, spell bounding or that I am left speechless would be plain insult to this piece of art. Maasi, that is very flattering :P You remind me so much of myself. False genes theory xD When of your age I used to write something so deep or mature, people will call me crazy or be worried for me but never did anyone praised me for what I wrote. I get you, people don't believe even now ki I'm 14 but you know I am 😆  I'd won't do that to you for I know how bad it feels. Aww maasi <3 So here you go Ma'am: EEE :D

 

 

He was her pencil, while she was his eraser. Like an eraser, who had no identity of his own, no use when alone, she was turning into his shadow.

 

How beautifully you portrayed it baccha, such a simple line holding humongous depth. Eraser can never be used if pencil won't make mistakes, she is merely a shadow. I have no idea what I wrote, honestly. I read my stuff mostly in the comments. 😆

 

She wasn't proud of herself for that because she didn't like being dependent on anyone. 

She cannot be independent even if she wants for she knows her place that is why she chose to be a shadow. * Correct that dependent with independent. Sentence is giving contras tic meaning. * I changed it :D

But he, he completely enjoyed it and tried to take as much advantage as he could. He'd deliberately mess up things, and then his faithful eraser would come and erase it- clean up the mess, take care of the situation her dear pencil had put her in. She fumed, she tried to throw tantrums, but in the end, she cleaned up after him. While all he did was laugh and tell her that she was adorable and what would he without her? 

How much this would remind many of us of our dearest best friends. All we do is to spoil things just to get reaction out of them, to see them caring for us and cleaning up the mess we made despite the tantrums they throw. They would never leave our side no matter how much we annoy them and taunt them. I never thought of it in that way but when you mention it, you are so right. Jitna bhi bolo, shout at them, tease them, they always stay with us. :')

At times, she failed. In those times, as a pencil would scribble on an eraser, he marked her; abused her, but she, being as faithful as ever, still erased his mistakes, without ever leaving a mark. The marks he left on her had no impact when she erased his mistakes. She was his eraser and it was her duty.

How dutiful our friends are, isn't it? They never leave our side and stick by us in thick and thin. Many times we hurt them badly but they just forget it thinking that we are having hard time, we need some space and also don't they say that to err is too human. They follow on that path too. Exactly <3 You don't realize until you read something like your comment. 

And so, the pencil kept making mistakes. Sometimes, they were small, and sometimes they were big. As she rubbed on and on, her patience and her love decreased, just like the size of the metaphorical eraser that she considered herself to be. She became angrier and angrier, the eraser decreasing in size much faster now. 

But then how long those innocent souls will keep covering our mistakes, we don't respect them and be grateful to them so they keep getting angrier and angrier to an extent to be rebellious. But all we do is put them back to their place for we have an upper hand. We make them realize how pitiful their situation is and if not for us then they are nothing. True, so true. I'm glad I haven't done that to anyone though I did experience it but yes, best friends are soul mates in the true sense. 

One day, the pencil spoiled it. She erased someone else's deeds as well and his friend, the fellow pencil made a hole in her conscience. 

Ah! The games fate plays with them then. We being our ungrateful self can never care for anyone and so do the people around us. How can anyone expect our surrounding to be generous enough? Those people did the same mistakes, of hoping to be treated nicely at least somewhere. Alas, their fate has other plans! Karma is a b***h, truly.

And the eraser was not of use anymore. 

He threw her away. After all, when an eraser becomes too small and starts slipping out of your fingers, when it turns rebellious, you start losing patience and you throw it away. 

And so, the eraser was thrown away, the hole in her heart, never mended.

 

And when everything is done, we are fulfilled with our purpose and use; we throw these people away like some asset. Who gives 2 cents to their feelings? Absolutely no one. Its their fate, their mistake, their life, their choice. We never realize this at all, until we lose them. Kab we did all this, pata nahi chalta, which is the saddest part of the tale. We don't know when we start taking them for granted and suddenly, it's part of your life.

 

Niece I can tell how amazed I am seeing someone like me, someone with maturity beyond comprehension of our age group. Kudos baccha for writing something so deep. I won't use any adjective to praise it for none would deem justice to what you wrote and at your maturity to take out life out from just lifeless stuff. It's not daily that we think of something like this. All I can say is, I don't want you to stop writing ever. It's a beautiful way to express ourselves to the world without letting them know of a thing. I feel so blessed and proud that I know you and I am your friend/Maasi. Thank you soo much Maasiii <3 I won't stop writing and you put it perfectly. Writing is a way of expressing yourself without revealing what is going on in your life. I feel blessed to have a maasi like you, trust me. And this comment was definitely worth the wait and sorry for the messages I sent, seriously, I was rude. 

 

What you wrote is just something else. So deep, mature and heartwarming. Thank youuu <3 

Love you baccha for writing this Love you maasi for writing this <3

 

-  Aditi Massi

As I have already mentioned like a 100000th times on our chat, I repeat, you're a true genius. *no, that was not meant to annoy you.😳* 

He was her pencil, while she was his eraser. Like an eraser, who had no identity of his own, no use when alone, she was turning into his shadow. She followed him around everywhere, they were not inseparable, and rather, she worshipped the ground he walked on.

ARE YOU LIKE A 50 YEAR OLD MATURE WRITER ? 

These lines hold up so much depth with them. Just like an experienced writer would describe it as. Ah, you get better with writing every second :') 

 She wasn't proud of herself for though she didn't like being independent. 

I can relate to her with this. ^ 

But he, he completely enjoyed it and tried to take as much advantage as he could. He'd deliberately mess up things, and then his faithful eraser would come and erase it- clean up the mess, take care of the situation her dear pencil had put her in.

I dont know whether to slap the guy or cry over the girl. Just a typical one-sided lovestory written in an oh-so-amazing way. You actually can take up writing as a profession.  *dont take medical but. You'll die like me." 🤢

She's a friend, bestfriend, lover, love...she's perfect :') Like a true friend, she cleans up the mess he made. And like a lover, she loves him even if the mess he makes. MASTERPIECE - Ana, that's the only word for this story. 

 She fumed, she tried to throw tantrums, but in the end, she cleaned up after him. While all he did was laugh and tell her that she was adorable and what would he without her? 

This shows her vulnerability to him and his hidden care  :') I love these lines. <33

COULD YOU LIKE TURN THIS INTO AN FF, or something? 😳 *TaaRey FF would be appreciated. ^.^* 

At times, she failed. In those times, as a pencil would scribble on an eraser, he marked her; abused her, but she, being as faithful as ever, still erased his mistakes, without ever leaving a mark.

That's what you cant be - too faithful so people underestimate and step upon you. Had this girl done right at the beginning,..*sigh* Love & Friendship can do wonders in a wrong way too. 

 The marks he left on her had no impact when she erased his mistakes. She was his eraser and it was her duty. And so, the pencil kept making mistakes. Sometimes, they were small, and sometimes they were big. As she rubbed on and on, her patience and her love decreased, just like the size of the metaphorical eraser that she considered herself to be. She became angrier and angrier, the eraser decreasing in size much faster now. 

SHE LOST HER TRUST ON HIM - did he care? NO.  Reality hit me hard. They both arent going to be together right?! I have no words to how you have described this. You actually make me proud. :') GENIUS, ARENT YOU *.* 

One day, the pencil spoiled it. She erased someone else's deeds as well and his friend, the fellow pencil made a hole in her conscience. 

I knew this was coming. She will turn from an eraser to a tissue now. A crumbled up tissue. Worn out and fretted. 

And the eraser was not of use anymore. 

He threw her away. After all, when an eraser becomes too small and starts slipping out of your fingers, when it turns rebellious, you start losing patience and you throw it away. 

And so, the eraser was thrown away, the hole in her heart, never mended.

NO WORDS. 😳

Ana, I'm proud of you. And each of your friend reading this will also be. And a reader who doesnt know you will get a myocardial infarction when he comes to know that you're 14. You're mature and you're genius :') I love you. And I hate medical :3

Amazing piece of work ananya!