The ‘Arthur Conan Doyle Club‘ of Epic Public School shares this story of the magical world of Zico, where PENS can talk and reveal secrets! Follow a whimsical tale of a boy, his talking pen, and a mysterious blue light that brings objects to life. A fun story about imagination, dreams, and unexpected adventures.

Have you ever wondered if pens could speak? If you’ve already considered it, perhaps you have a bit of the clairvoyant about you.

You’re probably raising an eyebrow right now, thinking, “Really? Pens can talk?” Well, they absolutely can! And if you’re still sceptical, let me tell you a little story…

“Mom! You won’t believe it—today’s exam was the best one ever!” exclaimed Zico.

His mother gave him a disbelieving look, “That’s impossible—you didn’t study a word yesterday!”

Flashback…

While I was fast asleep, I heard a voice trying to wake me up. Groggily, I opened my eyes and saw my favourite pens calling my name. At first, I was utterly stunned. Could it be true? My pens could talk? It reminded me in a rather stern tone that I had an exam that day.

“I completely forgot about the computer class test!” I groaned. But my pen, in its calm and composed voice, replied, “Don’t worry, my friend. I know all the answers to the test.”

I was utterly speechless, staring at the pen in disbelief. The pen broke the silence, “You’ve got school, you know. Better get ready.”

Snapping out of my daze, I rushed to get dressed, grabbed my uniform, and dashed to the bus. Sitting alone, with no prying eyes around, I whipped out my computer book and the magical pen. I began asking it all the test questions from the book.

Amazingly, my pen knew every single answer. “But how?” I asked, “How do you know all this?”

“The things you’ve written with me, and everything you’ve said around me—I remember it all,” the pen replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

At school, I was cautious, making sure no one noticed that my pen was alive. I couldn’t have anyone finding out, could I?

As the test began, I was calm and confident while the rest of the class looked terrified. When the teacher wrote the questions on the whiteboard, I had no clue how to answer any of them, but my pen was ready. I whispered the questions to it, and it effortlessly supplied me with the answers. I felt both ecstatic and guilty at the same time—wasn’t I cheating? But then again, I thought, if I didn’t write the answers down, I’d surely fail.

The Secret of the Magical Pen…

“But how did you get this power?” I asked the pen later.

“Ah, well,” said the pen, “It all happened last night. While you were sleeping, a strange blue light came through your window and struck me. That’s when I realised I could speak.”

“But where did the light come from?” I asked, intrigued. “I remember it was blue, but what was it?”

“I don’t know exactly,” the pen confessed.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. “Could it have been the ‘Minpins’ from the ‘Bini’ forest?” I mused. “They only come out of the forest once a week, and they have this ability to turn non-living things into living beings. They release blue light rays that can make objects come to life. But they also have the power to turn living beings back into non-living objects.”

Just as I had this thought, that very same blue light appeared again, entering through the window. It hit me, and slowly, I felt myself turning back into… nothing.

“Wake up, my boy,” my mother’s voice cut through the dream.

I opened my eyes and realised—thankfully—it was just a dream. “Thank goodness,” I sighed with relief.

Group Members

Shreejit Jha

Sattwik Mandal

Purba Nandi

Sriti Bhuja

Devangshi Shukla

Mahi Banik

Mahfuza Haque

Aradhya Roy

Shaborni Mitra