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MrsEdwards2407
there it was, floating in the air, A pink balloon, tied to my chair. "Pop me!!!", it said, but a caution voice was in my head. A pin magically appeared on the chair, its point was fine and coloured in care. My hand reached out to pick it up But my muscle ceased and i was stopped. i turned away and i started to walk, but then i heard the screeching of chalk. my eyes had made me come to see the scariest monstrosity. "Boo!!", i woke up in a scream all of it was just a dream. The pink balloon that was floating in the air, was tied with a present and placed on my chair. By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Pink Balloon
it's not so fun to be made of lead, they sharpen the tip of your head then you're no longer needed when you're short and almost dead. they write with you, they erase your effort, it's more fun to be a pen, at least you wouldn't be chewed on when you're used by office men. it's not so fun but at least you draw and you're easy to erase, you're more important than you believe, you can be used in many ways. but who wants to be a pencil with such a short ife? and when you can't be neatly trimmed, they bruise you with a knife. By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Being a pencil