Aditya_3d
Animation Student
Saturday, 18 March 2017
Story For An Animated Short
-The Swing-
It was a chilly winter evening and the darkness had almost
settled in. The boy was reading quietly in his room. The aureate light from his
table lamp illuminated his table splendidly. On the table lay some books and a
few blank sheets of paper. Besides the books, in a corner was a pen stand that
housed numerous pens and pencils. It was extremely quiet and one could hear the
crickets chirping outside. The silence was broken by a call from the boy’s
mother for dinner. He kept his book aside and proceeded downstairs closing the
door behind him.
Now the room was empty and dark except for the table. It
appeared like a pitch black theatre with a lit-up stage. The calm did not last
long as the pen stand shuddered momentarily and a long and sharp pencil jumped
out. She shook her body free as if she was warming up. She was quite glad that
the boy had left the room and that now she was no longer confined to the likes
of the pen stand. Suddenly she noticed the blank sheets of paper lying next to
her. Beyond the sheets lay an iPod which gave her a brilliant idea. She hopped
over to the iPod and turned on a cheesy number. As the music started rising,
she stepped on the blank paper and started zooming around with the grace of an
ice skater. While dancing she was simultaneously tracing beautiful curves on
the paper. She stopped momentarily to admire the abstract picture created by
her and went on waltzing happily.
Meanwhile, all the music and dancing reached the ears of an
eraser who was sleeping peacefully in a pocket of the pen stand. He had been
working the entire day and his body was aching badly due to all the rubbing and
scrubbing. In addition to the pain, now he had to endure the noise originating
from the table. Initially he ignored the disquiet and tried to sleep but it was
too irritating. So, he got up sluggishly and dragged himself out of the pocket
to investigate the source of all the commotion. He tries to yell his protest
but the music drowns his voice completely. By now, his tiredness was replaced
by irritation and he decided to teach the pencil a lesson. He silently sneaked
from the back of a book and unnoticed by the pencil, lurked behind another
notebook near the blank sheets. The pencil being engaged in her trance failed
to notice anything.
The eraser very quietly jumped behind the pencil and started
following her path, undoing her creation on his way. Soon the pencil realized
that her sketch had been vanishing and she stopped in her path abruptly. The
eraser, not anticipating this, ran headlong into her and both of them tumbled
together on the paper. Realising
that the culprit of the cunning mischief was the eraser, she got up and angrily
rapped him on his head. The eraser did not hold back his anger as well and
lodged his head in her stomach leaving her gasping for breath. Their scuffling
continued and within sometime, most of the objects on the table were shaken
from their sleep and they started watching this tussle. The presence of
onlookers encouraged the brawling further. The eraser head butted the pencil
and started running away. But the pencil using her length to her advantage, easily
caught the eraser and pulled off his cover. This disrobing left the crowd in a
fit of laughter and the eraser turned red with embarrassment. The pencil sneered
at the flustered eraser and then waved triumphantly at the cheering spectators.
All of a sudden, there was a huge blast of air and both the eraser
and the pencil were blown off the table. Everyone turned around and found the
old table fan smirking from the corner. The eraser was rubbing his head after
falling from such a great height. Luckily, his chubby body absorbed the shock
and he was unhurt. However, the pencil fell hard on the floor and broke her
point. By now, both realized that none of them was on the victorious side. At
that moment, the door creaked open and the boy returned. He was surprised to
see the pencil and the eraser lying on the ground. Shaking his head, he
relocated them to their stations. He failed to notice that the eraser no longer
had its cover and was deaf to the giggling in the background. Entertained for
quite some time, one by one all the items drifted back to sleep except for the
pencil and the eraser. The pencil was wounded and the eraser helplessly stared
at his cover lying far away on the floor.
THE END
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