writing prompts

my voices screams but is unheard by unlistening ears as yet another of my Conrad's is destroyed. memo to ted was my best friend so close we had been since our creation. We were brothers you see all of us are, we come from the same stack united by staples. now that he is gone i am next. what will it be like i ponder, but now i see death is just another phase in life. i remember the first time this change happened as we were cut down and processed into what we are now. the shredder is probably the same we just become something new. i now embrace my fate i just hope i will make some new friends inside the recycling bin.