Storywix

  In the small post office of a quaint town, there sat a type writer, whose sole purpose was to help the clerks type out letters and forms. The type writer had been in the post office for as long as anyone could remember and had become a fixture in the room. Despite its age and the advancement of technology, the type writer was still being used daily and was cherished by the clerks for its reliability and sturdy build. As the type writer sat there, day after day, it couldn't help but think about its purpose and the world around it. The type writer had seen many things in its lifetime - love letters, bills, official government documents - and had helped to put the thoughts and feelings of countless people into words. It had become a witness to the comings and goings of people's lives and had helped to keep their memories alive through the written word. But as the type writer looked around the post office, it couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The world was changing...