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Before the Parting Mist
My dearest beloved, frozen fingers raise blade to sharpen this quill to drive home the point of our company’s last engagement, in the hopes our first engagement proves all the more sustaining. It is the memory of sun on your gentle face, and that nearly perceivable smile when we first walked under the dwarf maples at your father summer house on the lake. As restless as the leaves of autumn are the men, and I fear equally likely to end in piled drifts. Know that as the battle horn sounds that my heart beat in time with yours. Zackery Maupin
The name of the exclusive, terribly expensive event was Quill. No better name than Quill for a writing event, she thought. The turn out was better than she expected. The room was full. The problems started when one of the attendees tripped and hit his head on the giant quill that was placed in the corner for decoration. He split his head. Blood all over. Everyone left in a hurry, waving their hands in the air. Well, she thought, that was easy money. She didn’t even have to host the damn thing. She packed up her stuff and left town.
I wrote my first draft with a crow quill.
Dipping the crow’s wing into a bottle of India ink was awkward and messy to say the least. The crow squawked and squirmed for a full half hour while I struggled to finish my story assignment.
I was not going to wait until the crow moulted a feather I could use, so I netted a big crow on the greenhouse roof. I took him inside my studio where I had set up a table, a very big roll of butcher paper and a bottle of ink.
Adult crows moult every summer.
My very esteemed Lord Palamon,
It was a pleasure to receive your letter, which of course I had a student read for me. Did you use a cockatrice quill? Perhaps nibbed with a basilisk talon? You must have had commerce with higher- dimensional entities for the ink, for I found his intestines elaborately knotted, yet the ends not severed. Well done!
I have his soul in a bottle. One day I may reanimate him in your corpse.
No doubt you will evade the spell woven into this letter. Of my best pupil I would expect no less.
by Jeffrey Fischer
A tradition in the U.S. Supreme Court involves placing quill pens at each of the counsel tables every day the court is in session. Many attorneys, especially those arguing for the first time before the court, take one of the pens as a souvenir.
Of course, the use of quill pens is not confined to genteel reminders of days past. Those things are sharp! During particularly heated arguments, opposing lawyers have been known to stab one another. “Just making a point,” one lawyer quipped as he plunged the nib of his pen into his opponent’s eye.
I wouldn’t really call myself a writer. Not because I don’t regard my musings as literary or worthwhile; simply because it’s been a long time since I wrote anything at all, really.
I type, tap or swipe, aided and abetted, (and frequently frustrated), by predictive text.
My page is neither vellum, nor paper, but a pixelated screen.
I’m not a writer, I’m a typerapipest!
Maybe one day, when I’m retired, with time on my hands, I’ll pick up a pen and notebook and write for real…
Better still, shave my head, hand me a quill, and call me a bard!
Before You Write
First you must obtain a quill. A large one from a turkey is ideal. Easy to work with. You must dry it thoroughly and clean the part you will be using. Then put it in a bottle of water to soak. You will need a pen knife of course, small and very sharp. Didn’t you know that is why it is called a pen knife? Well, yes, because you use it to cut pens. You cut the tip off the quill at an angle, then remove the papery filing. Scoop out the reservoir, then cut the channel from the tip.
I’m always looking for new, innovative approaches to my craft. It’s so easy to become predictable, bland, and boring!
You’re constantly telling me that nobody likes boring…
Unless it’s into soft flesh with a blunt drill bit!
But I’ve been there, done that, and for some time I’ve been looking for something new.
I decided to pay a visit to the zoo – see if I could find some inspiration there, and that’s where I found the porcupine quill.
And, as I plunge it into your eyeball and pierce your brain, maybe you’ll think twice about calling me boring again!
As the bus rolled toward the school, Billlbert thought a party, alone, under the guidance of Linoliumanda’s unhinged father didn’t sound like fun.
“Oh. I forgot. My mom said I can’t go to a party unless I have an actual invitation,” Billbert lied.
“Okay,” Linoliumanda said. “Give me your quill.”
“My what?” he asked.
“Your quill. You know. A pen. I have my parchment here to write your invitation.” She held up a piece of binder paper.
“What? Is this a Harry Potter birthday party?” Billbert asked.
“Of course. I’m dressing as Luna Lovegood. You can come as Harry Potter.”
A quill from the legendary phoenix bird is considered the greatest of all writing implements.
A pen of such legendary stature demands an equally legendary ink.
Nothing less than the ink from the great sea kraken will do.
No ordinary inkwell should contain your kraken ink.
I’d think a hollowed-out meteorite is expected.
Did you think that quill would remain sharp?
You have to sharpen it with a knife made from the tooth of a dragon.
To blot the ink, the hide of a unicorn…
Fuck this shit. Give me that Bic pen.
Now how much was the pizza again?