It was different, writing on a typewriter: the clatter and noise, the resistance of the old keys forcing her to really put some effort into each letter. She imagined she was writing by candlelight on a dark, stormy night. All the electronics - computer, mobile, lights - had powered off from the huge surge of lightening moments before. The storm intrigued her characters.

 

They were interesting characters as she wanted to convey the mystery that surrounded them. One kept to the shadows, never venturing out further than showing his lips when he talked. Another twitched, running her hand nervously through her beads and braids as she talked. The main character pushed her glasses up her nose, a tick that she couldn't seem to get rid of, whenever she got excited. And the fourth character, stayed behind a screen, only texting and calling information in, never meeting in person.

 

She wanted to follow them, sure that having received a typed letter, requesting their presence at the local haunted theme park, they would jump at the chance of solving a mystery. After all, isn't one of them a spy? She laughed to herself.

 

The four arrived to see an empty seat moving slowly up the rollercoaster called Monster. They looked around for the person who would be controlling the ride, but didn't see anyone. The girl in black cleared her throat.

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"What's your name?" She asked them, nervously running her hand through her hair.

 

"How about we don't do names since we don't know what's going on?" The shadows spoke. He noticed that one of the girls didn't turn to look at him.

 

"Fine. You'll be Shade then. I'm Cross, since my braids criss-cross, Cypher for the guy who didn't show up and is texting us, and I guess you'll be..." the girl turned to the other. The girl in the glasses smiled.

 

"What's my code name?" She signed.

 

"Great, none of us will be able to understand you." Cross grumbled. Cypher sent a message to the group. Somehow he had eyes on them.

 

"She asked for a name since you named the others."

 

"Well, let's see. I guess we can call her Ear, or Eyes."

 

"That's rude." Shade replied softly. "She's Blue." He nodded to Blue, smiling. "I guess we'll see what we're here for now."

 

Blue nodded and motioned to the empty carousel. "Walking in, someone here. (The person) touched the white tiger." She signed. Shade and Cross waited until their mobiles beeped again. She rolled her eyes and began walking that way. She knew once they read Cypher's interpretation, they would follow her. "Thanks Cypher. At least you understand me."

 

The girl sat back, looking at the words she typed. She was proud of everything that she had written and patted the typewriter. "I like you," she signed. "You kept a story for me." Touching the keys lightly, she settled her fingers in, and began pushing more letters, knowing that while she couldn't hear the sound of the typewriter clacking, she could imagine it and the typewriter fit the mystery of her story.

 

She lost herself in the words as they flew out of the typewriter and told the story she'd always dreamed of writing.

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