This story is a part of Monday Finish the story challenge by Barbara Beacham. You can take the challenge by clicking here.
The story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own.” And I was scared to death.
I had taken it out from the basement to clean it after so many years. I had nothing better to do. I didn’t want to think about my desperate financial situation so I thought of engaging myself.
My grandfather had typed many a story on this one. He was a popular master storyteller but he died at a young age under mysterious circumstances. I always thought he was so different from his works.
Little did I know what a mistake it was to touch the strange typewriter!
All its keys started moving and a page came out of nowhere. It said…I could be the most popular writer on the planet, if I take the services of the typewriter. But there is a price for that super success…
I am still confused…help!