The penA Story by Stanley WilsonrevengeThey say
that the pen is mightier than the sword. When you are covered in bruises from
yet another beating from the neighbourhood bullies it’s a very bitter pill to
swallow. Uncle Ned had always said “remember boy you are a wordsmith and the
pen is mightier than the sword.” During those days I wanted the biggest sword
not the ability to spell. Foreman and his henchmen had found their way into the
justice system by the time we were 14 so I was left to follow my words, occasionally
having to deal with them when they were out of prison and the ending was always
the same. A few bucks worse off and a new bruise to show for it. Now I think
about it all these years later Ned was right. After all without the pen there wouldn’t
be skyscrapers or boats and planes. Weapons to destroy ourselves, inventions
abound they all came from the pen. Films that make you weep and cry they came
from the pen. Music that moves us and makes us want to dance, the stage show
that allows us to escape from our lives that came from the pen. That
prescription from the doctor that cleared your chest now that also came from
the pen. My arch
nemesis the boy that taunted me all my life for understanding and loving words
was stood in the dock in front of me awaiting his sentence. I paused before
delivering and looked deep into his eyes. The same cocky and arrogant demeanour
I wondered if he would recognise me he should do, that long scar was put on my
cheek by him. There was just a hint, a glimmer from him and was it a look of
fear? “Twenty years and you may apply for parole after serving a minimum of
fifteen...bailiff take him down.” Yes Foreman guess what?? The pen after all is
mightier than the sword Uncle Ned you were right. © 2012 Stanley WilsonReviews
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