Drashti's

Alternate Ending: It was a warm, sunny day. Elizabeth was laying in her makeshift hammock, relaxing her isolation away. She had gotten rid of Bob-Bob long ago, with her exquisite sword skills.  Rosie knew she had to win, for the sake of her district. She was wandering around the West zone of the Amazon, her dagger unused and sheathed, hanging by her waist. She was mostly trying to survive, keeping out of the way of the other tributes. She knew that Elizabeth and Olyvia had battled last night, when she found the latter barely alive by the river. Olyvia was good during the training, but she was still average. It was a surprise that she had lasted this long. Now, there was her, Elizabeth and Darya.  Making her way through the ivy, she tried to be as quiet as possible. If she wanted to win, stealth was key. Elizabeth was still deep in her thoughts. She knew, when the others tributes came in search of her, she’d surprise them and defeat them to victory. Pretending to sleep was one ...

It was compulsory in my school to write with fountain pens. Everyone gossiped about types of pens and which ones are best. Everyone had multiple pens, different companies and different designs. Everyone had different cartridges too. Blue, black, red, Pelican, Maped, Staedtler. Now, after shifting schools, I’m left with only one fountain pen. Maped, nature series, green fountain pen. With every use, I get unmistakable nostalgia. With every empty cartridge, the urge to cut it open, And take out the tiny ball holder increases. But to restart the collection is an arduous task. Even with a fountain pen, everyone made mistakes. No one had the patience to white it up, And rewrite with a sturdy ball point pen. And that was when stationers dropped a saviour. The ever handy Ink Killer. Half eraser, half felt pen. Every time a student slashed an L to a T Every time a student closed a Y to a G The Ink Killer was there. After the shift, I had a plethora of those unused miraculous items. What to do?...