Typewriter Stories

❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017

One letter. One rose. One war. Ink filled with magic... Will their love story defy the odds? Or be destroyed by it?

A scribe who puts other's feelings onto paper for recollection and remembrance. However, when she begins to forget the precious memories of her lost life she's tried so hard to capture, to live in the past forever with him, she's faced with her fear of forgetting and realizes she's forgotten how to live in the present.

"You're looking at me like you never seen your girlfriend before." She smiled showing her perfect white teeth. "And to answer your question your birthday was yesterday." She is mine. She is my girlfriend! I leaned in planting a kiss on her beautiful lips. It felt so real, so perfect. She hummed as I deepened the kiss leaning forward as she laid back down on my bed. I let go of her lips tailing hot kisses on her neck. I bit the base of her neck making her moan as she pulled the hairs that was on my head. My hand went down passed her waist as I notice she was just wearing panties. I tugged them down slowly... --------------------------------------- This all started when my best friend Dylan told me to write down the description of my dream girl. Then 'POOF'! It was like she was deliver into my mind the same day causing me to have this amazing real like dream. My name is Logan Cooper. I am a famous author who writes love novels. Shame right? I write about people falling in love with the underdog kind of stuff and I even haven't found my one true love... yet anyway. I started typing about Anna Night (my dream girl who I gave a name to) on a typewriter that was sent to me by someone unknown on my 22nd birthday. Anna was in an abusive relationship with this guy named Jake. She gains enough courage to run away from him. She does to the next thing she can think of. Running to the farthest house she seeks to ask for help. "She bangs on the door desperately and cries for help." I read out loud the last sentence I have typed on my typewriter. BANG! BANG! BANG! I shot up from my chair. What the hell? BANG! BANG! "Is someone home?" I heard someone whimpering on the other side of the door. "Please I really need some help!" Can it be...? ------------------------------------------- This is our first story so please give us a chance. ***Will have some mature content*** ~ Kayla and Crystal

Three college students namely Raghav, Prachi and Ranbir send a letter of extortion to a miser jeweller as a prank only to find him dead the next day. They find themselves framed for murder by the real culprit.

"Writing is a simple thing, all it takes is to sit at a type writer and bleed" - Ernest Hemingway A collection of my original writings.

A poem