With all of the information and technology of the digital age at their (figurative) fingertips, this is what they decide to do with it?
Title: Shakespeares Writing Monkey
Genre: Fantasy (?)
Word Count: 100
Our master always leaves the computer on when he goes to work. One day the keyboard and screen rebelled.
“I made his name autocorrect to ‘loser,’” the keyboard clackled.
“He hates spiders,” the screen snickered, changing the desktop.
I just hid like the little mouse I was. The screen and keyboard convinced the headphones too. She twisted her cable into a Gordian Knot.
The front door opened. The master came into the room.
They keyboard didn’t notice when I pushed it off the desk. Its keys went everywhere— time to get a new one.
But wait! you might shout awkwardly into your quiet room, how can the master order a new keyboard when the mouse went and broke the old one?
Good question. And there’s no real answer to that. Why? Because this was a plan formulated by an inanimate object that spends most of its life underneath somebody’s hand.
Sometimes the main character is just an imbecile.
Good luck, you brave writer folks!