Penelope Voncrink Analysis

One morning, a girl named Penelope VonCrink woke with a fright. She had dremt of her boyfriend, Jason, opening up her head and stealing her brain for ideas. After calming down from such a horrific dream, Penelope streched her arms for she felt as stiff as a brick. She tried to move her arms out, but for some reason, they wouldn’t move. “How strange,” Penelope thought, “I have never felt so tight. It must have been the dream. I think I should just get up and start walk around to loosen up.” But as Penelope tried to turn and sit up, she found that she was unable to do any movement at all. “I have never felt so tight in my whole life!” Penelope thought. But what was weirder, Penelope found that she was not in her bed, nor even her own room. From …show more content…
Thinking that calling for help was out of the picture, she laid right where she was and decided to look around. “Why, this is a perfect scenario for a good story.” Penelope thought. Penelope loved to think of crazy stories. She use to scribble them down on paper every so often until Jason found one and used it in one of his stories. He wrote a book which published and her name was nowhere on it. He told her over and over again that is was for the overall good. Her personal ideas were published for all to read! Since then, she feared the idea of this happening again so she stopped writing all together, but her mind was a different story. She would spend hours thinking up far away lands and stories of sisters fighting to save the world and it was all protected in her …show more content…
A pen! That is just what I needed!” Jason said with reliefe.
“A pen? I am not pen!” thought Penelope with a confused rage, “ What a proposterous idea. I am not a pen, I am Penelope, your girlfriend, a girl!”
He reached down and grabbed Penelope with his big, beefy hands. Right as he touched her, he felt a thick fog leave his mind and his head filled with stories of far away lands and stories of sisters fighting to save the world. He quickly started jotting down his ideas. As the ink stained the pages, Penelope slowly became exausted.
Tales of magicians and dragons, of pirates and astronauts, and of monsters and sprites flowed from the pen with quick succession. Slowly, as the hours drew past, the ink of the pen, and the thoughts of Penelope slowly ran out. “This is my biggest gold mind ever!” shouted Jason with glee. “All of these ideas are amazing!”
Finally, as the pen came to the end of its ink well, Penelope grew so tired. “This is it, all these ideas, all my ideas, are out on his paper and no one will remember the true creator…” The pen wrote one last word and no more ink flowed from