The dusty, moldy keys of the type writer taunted me. I knew this machine was magical but what would happen if i wrote a fascinating story? I couldn’t take it anymore; the temptation made my hands quiver like a baby dolphin stuck in the freezing icy cold water. Goosebumps engulfed my body.  My hands hit the shattered keys and i began to type. My ocean blue eyes glittered like bright angles halo sparkling in the midnight sky. Suddenly, mighty monsters, ghastly goblins and darling dolls leaped out of this nightmare of a machine! Why was this happening to me?Help me!