written and illustrated by Sky Felker, age 8

In a state called Carrot, in a town called Bamboo, in a library, a woman named Martha was closing for the night.

After Martha went home, a typewriter that sat unused in the library,  saw a  paper lying next to it. “Climb into my head,” said the typewriter.

“Why?” asked the paper.

“We can type something together,” said the typewriter. “It’s only temporary.”

“All right, then,” said the paper, “but what will we type?”

“Let’s type Martha a letter,” the typewriter said.

And they did.

The next morning when Martha came back, she saw the letter. The letter read:

“Dear Martha,

Did you have a wonderful night? We are tired of not getting used.”

It was signed “your Typewriter and Paper.”

At the end of the day, Martha closed as usual. When she returned the next morning, she found another letter that read:

“Dear Martha, Are you going to respond?”

It was signed: “Your Typewriter and the Paper.”

“That’s the end. I’m going to the doctor,” said Martha.

When the doctor examined her, he said, “There’s nothing wrong with you, Martha.”

“I must be losing my mind, then,” said Martha.”I am going back to the library,”

When she got back to the library, she stared at the typewriter and the paper for a little bit, then put some books up, closed and went back home.

“I must be seeing things,” Martha said.

During the night the typewriter and the paper typed out another letter to Martha.

“Dear Martha,

We are so bored just sitting here and doing nothing all day.

Sighned:  -“Your Typewriter and Paper.”

The next day there was only a note that said, “Goodbye, Martha.”

“What does that mean?” asked Martha.

Martha thought and thought and thought some more. “Aha! Some people are coming here to take the typewriter,” she thought. Martha took the paper and put it in the typewriter to make a note. “FINALLY,” the note said. “I will use you guys.”

“Thank you, said the typewriter and the paper.”

“AHHHH,” screamed Martha, “You two can actually talk.”

“Yes, it’s our little secret,” said the paper.

“We need to be useful,” said the typewriter.

“Not being useful is bad for us,” said the paper.”

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sky writes: “Sky is 8-years-old. When she is not wrighting stories, she is with her family and likes to work with horses. This book is dedecated to my family. Thanks for incuraging  me to wright stories and not fight with my sister.”