The Great Pen Escape
They were here just a moment ago. I am sure, I saw them. A full cup of pens, standing tall and proud on my desk. But now? Gone. Vanished without a trace. All of them too! Black, Blue, Red, even my whitener! There were no signs of a struggle—just an empty cup and the growing suspicion that my pens are orchestrating the greatest escape of all time. I scan the room, eyes darting around like I’m in the middle of an action movie. Did they roll off the desk? Take a daring leap into the lacuna between my bed and the wall? I check all the usual spots - Under my notebooks, in drawers, even my backpack (which is more of a void really, than a storage space). But not a single ink smudged clue. Hmmm.... Let's think some suspects.... The Borrower : My sibling who "needed it for a second" but never gives it back The Desk Demon : You know? The mysterious force in your desk who takes things of it when your not looking? Me?! : Did I subconsciously take them without noticing? Nah, Impos...