[Writing Contest]Finish the Tale.Story 39//The pen and its stories (ENG-ESP)
A single black feather lay on my desk, even though the window was closed. It wasn't a pigeon's feather; it was too large. Nor was it a raven's; it was a deep, satiny, almost iridescent black. I picked it up. It was icy cold to the touch, as if it had traveled from a great height.
Intrigue compelled me to search the room. There were no gaps under the door, no vents; the silence was absolute. How had it gotten there? That was the question I asked myself again and again.
I took it in my hands again and felt the feather slowly slide from them, until it was out of my grasp, submerged in the inkwell on the table, and began to write in my old storybook the most marvelous tales of birds, great voyages, countries, and even ancient kings and princesses. When it finished recounting its adventures, it simply disintegrated, vanishing into nothingness, but leaving behind in its wake a whole world of stories to tell.
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