The TimeWrtier - Introduction

The Timewriter

A few days ago I found a little black, vintage looking box with a little lock and key closing it on the attic of an abandoned attack room. I was curious enough to open it and found a letter in it addressed to “reader”, nothing more nothing less. The paper it was written on looked old, as if it came straight from a Victorian novel or Pirate story. I took the little box with me to my small apartment and replaced the letter, which I placed carefully in my own diary, with my collection of hairpins and elastic bands in a dozen different colours. The next morning I opened the little box, the creaking sound of the hinges reminded me of rats talking to each other in their high pitches squeaks. The box did not contain what I had put in it the evening before, on the bottom of the red velvet inner side lay a letter, the paper looked the same and again it was typed with a type writer. I read the second letter, this time the writer of the letter asked me to collect his or her letters whether the box send them to the past, future or even a parallel dimension. You lucky readers of my diary can to share in the adventure of what I call: The Timewriter