The old typewriter had a mind of its own.
There were times when the words would not come. It was not a lack of inspiration. No, Elle had inspiration in plenty; she could see her fantastic realms and valiant heroes so clearly that they were real to her. Her job was convincing others that they were real, if only momentarily; and for that, she needed words.
Sometimes, they just would not come.
It was on those days that Elle abandoned her computer in favor of the old typewriter. She would place her fingers on the keys the way her aunt taught her, and soon a story would be born, a story quite unlike her own. For the typewriter had a mind of its own, made up of the memories of generations of writers, a mind that told stories grounded in truth rather than fiction.
And on those days, she helped it tell its stories.
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This post is part of the weekly blogging event Mondays Finish the Stories! If you write, I encourage you to check it out, it’s loads of fun. And if you like to read flash fiction, the same goes!
Well, I barely managed to stay within the word count today! This story was quicker to write than last week’s but it doesn’t feel like it’s as good. I don’t know how to explain it, other than it seems to want another paragraph. Ah well, it’s done! and I think tinkering at this point would be a disservice.
Constructive criticism would be wonderful. :)