This is about a kid who is a little too curious and finds a magical pen. Was this a good or bad find?

The Pen

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mom said, as she shoved her hands to feel my forehead.&nbsp; 	"Yes mom I’m just hungry and I want dinner as soon as um possible.” I felt my face getting hotter and hotter, Redder and redder, My nose felt like it was elongating from all of the lies I was telling.

I stumbled up the stairs with the mountain of laundry that I was about to conker, but most importantly the beams of light started to shoot out of the crevasses of the laundry. I wrote on my hand with fury “I wish someone else could do this and out of the fur on the back came a small strip of light that started forming something on the ground. Is this a person I thought? And sour enough the legs then the body then the neck finally a 6-foot man stood almost bumping his head on my ceiling and started digging away at the mountain of laundry.&nbsp; 	“Who are you?” 	“For I am one of the billion figures within the pen universe.”

After this was recovered by sir Ablodo, on the way back to England the ship that it was nestled into the mass sunk in the middle of the Indian ocean then a submarine concept model was sent down to look at the shipwreck and saw a small glowing object. The submarine went closer and saw that it was a pen. 	“ Why did it say that it glows? This pen doesn't glow.” I couldn't think clearly as if a layer of fog was around my head, but below the layer of fog my brain was exploding as all of this information was flooding in. this is the moment I saw the button nestled into all of the fur stuff on the back of the pen and yes this pen has fur stuff on the back. As all humans do they press buttons that might not be meant to press so I did the unthinkable… I pressed the button. At first, nothing happened just a little whir spewed out of it.

it started glowing I couldn't see the outline of the pen anymore only a blob of light.

As a minute passed the whir started to get higher and higher pitched. Then a whole star's worth of light burst out of all of the zig-zag patterns on the side of the pen and 

Suddenly the low purr of my mom's car crept into my ears. what do I do, I thought as the footsteps reached the garage door. I had no option but to stuff it into the bottom of the clothes that were next to the stairs.&nbsp; 	“HONE-, what are you doing next to the stairs? 	“Well um, I-I was just uh about to go on a bike ride. But I forgot to uh get water that's it&nbsp; I'm gonna go get it.” I felt my face burning like a fire, as red as a cherry. 	“Don't be out for too long because I will start making dinner after I do the laundry.” 	“Oh no you don't have to do laundry I will do it you know to come to think about it I will not do the bike ride and stay to do laundry.” 	 		“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mom said, as she shoved her hands to feel my forehead.

After those words, he went back to mining away at the mountain. 	&nbsp;My mom hollered up saying, “Who are you talking to?” 	“What I wasn’t talking I don’t think so” I replied

“Be ready to have your mind blown… now I present to you… The one and only, and The great, PEN!”

… “Copy, I will be in the street at 10:30, Over.” We meet in the middle of the hot, rubber-smelling asphalt 	“Okay what do you want me to see,” Ryan asked impatiently

When the sun hit my window the next morning my room was a magazine model and the blue guy was nowhere to be seen. I called up my friend that lives across the street on our walkie-talkie system. 	Scccccccccccrrrrrrrrrr. “Ryan over” I muffled into the walkie-talkie 	“Copy, do you want to hang, Over,” a robotic sound replied. 	“Copy yes, I want to show you something I found yesterday when our moms were walking, Over.”

“wow, that is really so cool,” he sarcastically joked. 	“Hold on, let me just find the button. There”&nbsp; The whir started to spew out and it was getting louder and louder. 	“CLOSE YOUR EYES. TRUST ME!!” I yelled over the high-pitched whir. Then the light explosion happened and the whole street gleamed for a second. 	“But wait the best is yet to come, what have you been wanting forever.” 	“Oh, I got it. Although the speedster 4500 is superior, I want the all-new Speedster 5000: It has the original feel of the 4500 but the speed of a cheetah!” his face was almost glowing. 	“Alright, draw it on your hand with the pen and write permanently on it somewhere. And write the name on the down tube.” I explained

“Okay I feel skeptical” He started to write away the pen boogied across his hand, over other lines, up his fingers. Until the ink was scribbled onto his hand and

&nbsp;Just so you know I have a whole ship worth of blackmail under him. “Ok just draw it on your hand and write permanently on the bike somewhere And Don't screw it up because you only have one try,” I said in annoyance. Once again the blue strip of goo-like substance leaked out onto the pavement, but this time it wasn’t making perfect bike wheels it made jagged, rough studs. I peered over at my brother's hands. 	“What did you draw!” I horrifically stated.On his hand was a monstrous golem made out of rocks and moss but the more important part was the fact that he was holding an ice cream cone and he was thinking 29 more times around the world to get to Ice cream land. As the blue goo started to get more and more tall and rigid I realized the little foot that I thought was the “foot” was only a pinky toe! ::::::::::::::::::: This is the part that got cut off in the beginning you know where you flipped to a THE “WORLDS ABOUT TO END!

page.&nbsp; So get ready… And unpause… 	&nbsp; 	 	&nbsp;“Man, why did I think to “STOMP!” make A giant rock monster that loves Ice cream,” I screamed running from the path of the monster's thunderous stomp. 	“More importantly why did you make the “STOMP!” Ice cream land to where he has to walk 30 times around the earth,” Ryan Yelled. 	“At least I didn’t draw him “STOMP!” with an x3 logo on my hand!”&nbsp; 	“Wait but you did when you were doing your “STOMP!” summer work, when I was getting a snack after football practice there was an equation that was 5684x36. And you did it with your, your “STOMP!” &nbsp;PEN!!,” 	“ WATCH OUT!” I yelled We all looked ahead the army in All in their glory right in front of us pointing their tanks and missiles at the beastly thing that was created by us.

“Oh that thing is so dead,” We all simultaneously said together&nbsp; And with that, the deafening BOOM of the army ringed out and the Misles and the bullets shot forward, and before we could blink The giant golem was crashing into the town under it. 	The dust cloud that was raising into the sky and all of the chatter of scared citizens made the scene even more devastating and dramatic. As the dust settled and police and firefighters arrived at the scene, the pile of rocks stumbled over each other. Everything was over and the world wasn’t gonna be trampled 30 times. 	Everyone going home from the scene was getting cleaned up. The rocks started rumbling and were glowing the fluorescent blue that they glew when they were getting built. The rocks were towering above the ground again and the ice cream humongous tongue slurped the cone and he did his first stride STOMP. It called everyone back out of the comfort of their houses, moms screaming for their children STOMP.

How are we gonna stop it this time the army doesn’t have enough ammo to stop it again even if they did it would just rebuild!” Ryan yelled worriedly. 	“I guess this is it, we will have a monthly stomp of a rock golem.” My brother said with a little chuckle. And this was the last 30 months of the earth, But let me say that part where I said that me and my brother were enemies I think that has changed; when we hear the distance stomps of the golem in the distance we work as a team with our mom and dad. I feel like Im not with my brother I’m with a good friend that I would choose th sit next to on the way back from school. This is the 16th month It was a harsh one my dad&nbsp; didnt close the bunker in time for the 50 foot wide foot of the golem&nbsp; bunker.&nbsp; If there were any survivors on earth after the 30 months; good for them.

Wait let’s pause I know you just flipped a page to a “THE WORLDS ABOUT TO END!!!!!” page so let me rewind just about five or six hours ago…

“Man, why did I think to “STOMP make A giant rock monster that loves Ice cream,” I screamed running from the path of the monster's thunderous stomp. 	“More importantly why did you make the STOMP Ice cream land to where he has to walk 30 times around the earth,” 	“At least I didn’t draw him STOMP with an x3 logo on my hand!”&nbsp; 	“Wait but you did when you were doing your STOMP summer work, when I was getting a snack after football practice there was an equation that was 5684x36. And you did it with your, your STOMP &nbsp;PEN!!,”

&nbsp;and the same thing happened with the laundry guy; The speedster 5000 started to form on the black pavement. Ryan's face grew happier and happier. Before I knew it He went inside, got his helmet, and came back out and he was already halfway down to the end of the street. Zooming on his new bike.

My brother stampedes out of the house with his monstrous stomps watching Ryan zoom up and down the street. 	“Where Did you get that!” my brother shouts in aww 	“Miles made it with a Cool pen he found,” Ryan exclaimed excitedly&nbsp; My brother gave me the deathly stair. 	“You know what to do Bratt,” He threatened&nbsp; 	“What, I don’t know what to do,” I said cluelessly 	“MAKE ME A GOSH DARN SPEEDSTER 5000!” As you can see my brother and I aren't close and definitely aren’t friends he is always calling me dumb names and not sharing the cookie that mom said to share.

“How did I not see that.” I thought then I opened it and got the pen out. I was Curious if this thing even wrote so I did my daily summer homework with it and just so you know pencils are better than 200-year-old pens

	It was one of those lazy summer days where the ceiling is staring down at you on the ground for once wishing school was back and I was on my kitchen floor stuffing a grape in my mouth. This may sound like a boring story but It gets better just about now. I then started to walk around and saw the pen that have been past down like 15 generations and I was thinking, “hmmm I wonder if I could just fidget with it a little bit, I mean no one is home.” so I jumped up to the shelf that it was on and got it with my tippy toes. It was in a bomb-proof case, at least it seemed like, so I threw it around, up to the ceiling, bit it, and then a latch appeared.

I was wondering how this got into my family's hands, who are not that adventurous, so I read the little piece of paper that was in the box. It read&nbsp; 	If you are lucky enough to be holding this pen then that means that you have gotten the death bus to the pits of a sacred temple where the first words were written. 	Wait, this letter is telling me that my great, great, great, great, great whatever went into a weird temple 1000 feet underground and full of death traps over endless hot, sizzling lava to get this pen that doesn't even work!? I want to read more