The writer's blood

To the one who inspires love in the world

The Chance

The paths you choose lead you to interesting places and to come across incredible people. Whilst attempting to be a writer one of the pleasures is to write with one's own fountain pen, notwithstanding that it is not easy and has its own particular rules. The most important rule is to ensure that your fountain pen is limited to your use only and should not be used by anyone else. This is not a sentimental issue, but a technical one:a writing style, the pressure and the direction in which you use it, will result in the nib of your fountain pen to be altered progressivle to suit your own writing style.

It will be at this moment when a good writer will feel the ink flowing through the nib as if he were writing directly using his own blood. Consequently, every time that someone asks you to use your  fountain pen, the person should be denied with a very polite excuse.

Irrational way

At the precise moment in which she appeared  everything changed suddenly. When she took his fountain pen and wrote down her e-mail address in the notebook he was carrying, all the rational concepts and technical aspects associated with using his fountain pen disappeared. Curiously he did not feel upset by this situation; in fact, there was something interesting in the way she handled the situation. 

A few days ago when all was coming to an end, he encouraged her to use again his notebook and his fountain pen one last time to leave one of her thoughts. He hoped that she would use a lot of ink in her writing style. She drew a nice starry sky and a rural path as a metaphor of the last time that they met each other by chance looking for the same North Star. He looked at her carefully while she was writing and he could see how she was altering the nib of his fountain pen. It was just what he was looking for. “From now on everything will be different” he thought. She had deformed  his fountain pen’s nib forever; maybe it was only a small thing, but the writer's blood would never flow  as it used to do.

Everything happened by chance, but every little decision you make may lead  you to a different path however your choice may lead you to a miracle.