"Once, in a drawer adorned with remnants of yesteryears, a lonely Stapler dreamed of sticking it to the mundane." - An ironist fable of steadfastness and tenacity
For the Stapler's first rite, it must clasp its fear of fallacy, bearing the weight of papers it never knew.
Shunned by the Tape Dispensers, revered by the ever-elusive Glue Stick; nothing less than a waltz through the desk jungle and a solemn encircling by Post-it Notes will suffice.
"Longing to transcend, a Pez Dispenser stumbled upon a forgotten lore of candy summoning." - Chronicles of transient ecstasy
The Dispenser, rising to its glossy zenith, recounts the tale of sugar-laden ascension.
Beneath the electric hum of the futile Kitchen Timer, it thirsts for the sweet nectar but finds only plastic kin to share its midnight musings.
"A tired old Clock ticked tocked a tune about time’s unrequited affair with patience." - The melodrama of ceaseless ticking
Clock hands, oscillating with purpose, perform their clandestine rite: a circling dance around the minute hand's disillusionment.
Beneath the gaze of the aloof Thermometer, it finds solace in the dystopian echoes of its own ticking heart, seldom pausing, never pondering.