Zebra Pen Ballpoint F-Refills For F-301, F-301 Ultra & 301 A Pens, Fine Point, 0.7 mm, Black (Pack of 1,2 Count Total)

Love my Zebra pens, these refills are just the ticket to keep me writing in style!

The Zebra F301 refill is an excellent choice for replacing your pen's ink. It delivers smooth, consistent writing with no skips or smudging. The refill is easy to install and fits perfectly, ensuring the same great performance as the original. If you're a fan of the F301, this refill keeps the pen going strong, providing reliable, long-lasting use. A great value for anyone who loves the F301!

So happy that I don't have to throw away my perfectly good pens because they ran out of ink! I love the pens and glad I don't have to keep replacing them with new ones. Thank you!!

I’ve been using Zebra brand ballpoint pens for years now, and the refills are great to save money. They are incredibly smooth and make neat and consistent lines every time I use them.They are durable and last a long time. I can write for hours without any smudging, skipping or ink blobs, which is a common problem with many other ballpoint pen refills.Overall, I am very impressed with the quality and performance. They are my go-to for all my writing needs and I highly recommend them to anyone looking for a reliable and high-quality refill.

Zebra has been my go-to pen for decades. These are smooth writing, non-gunking.

Another fine product from the Zebra line. This pen has a great weight to it. Light enough for everyday carry but yet heavy enough to hence your writing. Yes weight in your writing instrument does matter. Great pen, so much so I have grifted a couple with great appreciation. Bonus - you can get refills for it!

Fit the Zebra pen well, work as the should

The moment when my Zebra pen runs out of ink is always the same. First, there's panic. HOW WILL I FINISH DRAWING THIS DIRTY PICTURE?Oops, I meant, how will I finish writing this joyous letter to grandma?Then there's despair. I'LL NEVER FINISH THIS DIRTY P... I MEAN, I'll NEVER FINISH THIS LETTER TO GRANNY!Then there's rage. I HATE RUNNING OUT OF INK! <smashes every breakable object in the room> (yes, I might need help)Then there's Amazon. Always there to hand me the life-giving refills for my most precious, beautiful companion, the Zebra F-301. Without my Zebra (more specifically, without my Zebra and some ink!), gangs of ninja or hoodlums that got kicked out of the local kung-fu parlor always seem to show up and hassle me. Sometimes they rob me. Once, they even drew disturbing images on my face with a Sharpie.I had to leave the house today, and thankfully, the UPS driver showed up just in time. He gave the car load of hoodlum ninjas that were waiting across the street for me to leave the house a wary eye as he handed me the package containing my ink refills. I let him know to give those guys a wide berth, as all they do is kung-fu people and take their Starbucks money, or stand around and make fun of anyone who isn't a kung-fu master.Just as I was leaving, they gathered around me, like they normally do when they think they can bully me because I can't write anything nasty about them and their hoodlum-ish ways. Today... was not that day. I whipped out my pen in one hand, and a small notepad in another, and began writing a story about their leader. I gave him green hair, one of those goofy mustaches (and enough nose hair that one couldn't tell where his nose hair ended and his mustache began).He tried to take my pen, but I quickly wrote another line on my notepad, this time describing how he likes to wear rainbow toe socks while pretending to be a ballerina at a high school talent show. His crew became worried as my words began to flow faster and more descriptive. By the time the losers had taken enough literary lumps from me, they were in bad shape. Two of them were portrayed in my story as whining little babies in adult bodies (and wearing diapers). The only female in the group got described as having a misspelled tattoo on her chest (a real obvious misspelling too!). I also gave her crooked yellow teeth, and an infected tongue piercing. I almost put them down for good, but one of them was sneaky and whipped out his own notepad.And this is the crux of this review. If I had been using any ordinary pen, that hoodlum-gangbanger might have totally written me into a corner (or off a cliff). But with my Zebra F-301 and two fresh ink refills, I totally wrote circles around him. By the time he finished describing my hair as a 'rat infested grease trap in a fast food restaurant that hasn't passed a health inspection in sixteen months', I'd already had him go out on three dates with two different women and a creature that can only be described as 'Snooki wearing spanx and no makeup.' I finished him off by changing his 1983 Pontiac Trans-Am with cassette deck and looping "You Can Still Rock In America" song with a 1996 Dodge Caravan that has 392,368 miles on it and an AM-only radio that was unable to pull in signals from stations that DIDN'T play Mexican salsa / mariachi 24/7.Without the smooth flowing ink from my Zebra F-301 pen and refill cartridge, I could have ended up in a lot of trouble. Possibly even living in a burned-out leather shoe with my three wives, all of whom look like extras in a zombie movie. But no one beats me to the scrivening when I'm on like Donkey Kong. And today, with my F-301 refills, I was Mario on steroids.