I shall never forget the scratching sound that pen made.

The pen made a scratching sound as it angled across the page.

Around the houses were gardens, and pens made of rough-trimmed branches.

His square-tipped pen could make broad and thin lines.

Leda's pen made an extra blot as her hand started at the sharp question.

He traced the letters her pen had made, and knew that he was a fool.

In the end, his tongue and his pen simply made too many enemies.

The pen made a meaningless squiggle on the notebook page.

The felt-tipped pen made a black mark on the underside of her chin.

"The pens make me feel good whenever I see them," he said.