The old typewriter had a mind of its own. But not an educated one.
It came from the estate of Madam Petulengro. According to the local press, she was once a noted psychic and medium. She earned a living channeling voices from the great beyond, the spirit world, so I theorized the typewriter must be haunted by one of her spirits.
It didn’t write with spirit. I had estimated it typed at a second grade level; including misspellings, typos, grammar and punctuation.
So I guessed it wouldn’t be making me rich and famous by ghost-writing great literature, after all.
Prompt: Monday’s Finish the Story for this week.
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A nice take on the challenge! Thanks for participating and I hope to see you join in again next week! Be well… ^..^
Don’t see why not. So many things to write, so little time :wail:
There is plenty of time for everything as long as you give it the time that it needs to be given! 🙂 Be well and see you this coming Monday?
I like the twist, I never even considered making the typewriter somewhat illiterate!
Why not? I mean, through time the majority of humanity has been illiterate. The odds favor it, really.