Though his pen never stopped his emergence as a writer took some more time.

Smith pressed until the point and the pen stopped.

Here's pen had stopped, his face was turned toward them.

The pen stopped moving when the heart stood still.

The pen stopped as it reached the space between the bridges.

The pen stopped writing and hung above the paper.

Finally the pen stopped moving, and I opened my right eye.

The pen of the man at the table stopped scratching.

Brendas' pen stopped moving and she looked up with cool dark eyes.

Tell you what - these pens never stop writing when I start talking about my faith around here.